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[violetlies]

Helloooooooooo, fellow time-displaced/world-displaced comrades! Let's break in this little network of ours, shall we?

My name is Kokichi Oma. I'm also known as the Ultimate Supreme Leader, buuuuuut you can just call me Kokichi. 19/M, originally from Japan, but I was in a little place called Trench before this. That place kinda sucked, so this is more or less a new start.

Let's go ahead and toss out some intros since we're all here now! Feel free to introduce yourself, and for flavor, include a few fun facts....and to liven things up, I've tossed in a surprise!

HOT OR NOT ON A SCALE OF 1 TO 10, 1 IS NOT, 10 IS HOT!

After all, we're supposed to be building connections here, riiiiight?



Here is yours truly. I wanna see some real big 10 outta 10s, 'kaaaaaay?

Let's! GO!!!

Comments

[scattershot]

Think naught of it. I would not say such a thing were it not so self-evidently true.

As for myself, I am settling in well enough. It's a curious matter: though so many of us seem to have been drawn to this world, I have of yet seen no sign of my brother. I do hope he isn't pining away somewhere.

[She knows what it is, to be the last one taken. To see all your friends snatched from you, while you can do naught but watch. It is a pain she would not wish on anyone, still less Alphinaud.]

[unveilingtruths]

It is rather odd, isn't it?
I do wonder at that, if there is a reason, but I suppose that's not something easily found for now.
Tis a big city we find ourselves in, there might yet be a chance he is out there, or will be brought later.
If not we simply need to what we must to be returned home.
I do have a query, Alisaie.
Have you found yourself struck with memories of many Warriors of Light? Since coming here I find mine memories muddled.

[scattershot]

You have experienced the same, then?

It's extremely curious - to say naught of confounding. I have met several here who call themselves the Warrior of Light, and have found that I remember them all. It is like unto hearing the same song, sung by a myriad of singers, all of whom make the melody quite their own. I cannot begin to account for it. No doubt Alphinaud would have some theory or another, were he present. 'twould seem that here again the Ascians spoke true.

[unveilingtruths]

Indeed. At least three times thus far.
I have an inkling it won't stop there.
But it is good to know I am not alone in that.

[scattershot]

No, like as not.

I can only speculate as to what fate may have befallen this world that it should require such a very prodigious amount of saving. Our own world manages with the one Warrior of Light. This place would appear to be amassing a collection. And yet, we have been called upon to do naught more since our arrival than find somewhere to stay and visit the markets. Which does make one suspect they may be overselling the danger.