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Video, UN: Kassandra
[Kassandra had spent the better part of a day figuring out just how to use the Omni before doing this. She's not technologically inclined, but once she had certain things pinpointed it wasn't difficult to work out some of the basic functions. Including ill-advised videos introducing herself, though she clearly hasn't mastered the Art of the Selfie.
The video feed opens at an odd angle showing a tanned woman, thankfully right-side up, staring at it with furrowed brows. Deep in concentration for a moment more, she simply stares at the camera in silence until she seems to come to a conclusion. Nodding, the woman exhales, and finally speaks up.]
...Hello. If other people are able to hear me, please say something so I don't keep talking to a rock and wondering if it really is magic or if I am crazy.
[Her voice has a heavy Greek accent, and if her attire is any indication she is not of the modern era.]
If I am talking to a magic rock, then know that my name is Kassandra, and I am looking for my family and my crew. Men named Alexios, Nikolaos, Barnabas and Stentor...and women named Myrinne, Roxana, and Odessa. I have hope that I am not alone in being reborn in this strange land, yet I have seen no sign of them.
[There's a pause as she fiddles with the Omni one more time.]
Aletheia, if you can hear this, show yourself.
[And then the feed drops.]
The video feed opens at an odd angle showing a tanned woman, thankfully right-side up, staring at it with furrowed brows. Deep in concentration for a moment more, she simply stares at the camera in silence until she seems to come to a conclusion. Nodding, the woman exhales, and finally speaks up.]
...Hello. If other people are able to hear me, please say something so I don't keep talking to a rock and wondering if it really is magic or if I am crazy.
[Her voice has a heavy Greek accent, and if her attire is any indication she is not of the modern era.]
If I am talking to a magic rock, then know that my name is Kassandra, and I am looking for my family and my crew. Men named Alexios, Nikolaos, Barnabas and Stentor...and women named Myrinne, Roxana, and Odessa. I have hope that I am not alone in being reborn in this strange land, yet I have seen no sign of them.
[There's a pause as she fiddles with the Omni one more time.]
Aletheia, if you can hear this, show yourself.
[And then the feed drops.]
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[Trench has been more of a struggle, but she knows she's not alone in that, and it helps some.]
How are you holding up so far? I know the squid thing is... well, it's a lot.
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I am...fine? I suppose. It is hard to voice, but I have been having quite a strange time lately. This is just another notch in my belt. The only struggle I have been having is finding food.
[Really, there's just so much fried stuff and that looks really unappetizing to her.]
What should I call you, stranger?
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[She smiles. She was new to Trench herself only a month ago, and it would be difficult to forget how she felt upon first arriving in Deerington, so she has plenty of sympathy for Kassandra's situation.]
I'm Willow. What about you?
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[Willow...that's a name she can remember. It's simple, short, and not all that alien sounding to her ancient ass ears.]
My name is Kassandra. Ah...the Eagle-Bearer is another name I've been given, too.
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[Willow smiles.]
It's nice to meet you. Eagle-Bearer? That sounds like a name that has a story attached to it.
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Oh, yes.
[She looks off screen and whistles, holding out her arm. A moment later, a large golden eagle flaps down out of the sky and lands on her vambraced wrist.]
This is Ikaros. My boon companion.
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Whoa. He's incredible.
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[The bird preens, peering at the camera with interest before accepting (nay, demanding!) scritches.]
He's been with me for many years. A gift sent by Zeus, to guide my path.
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[She's kidding, right? Except she doesn't look like she's kidding. It's nothing short of impressive.]
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[She smiles, leaning in to the camera a bit.]
We share a bloodline, you see.
[It's...more or less true? Kassandra is still wrestling with the truth of her life and her power.]
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[Plenty of them]
Honestly, it just is a fact of life that I can't change, so I never thought too hard on it.
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[Kassandra shakes her head, flashing a smile.]
What about you, lovely? Tell me more about yourself.
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I guess it depends on what you want to know. I've only been in Trench for about a month, but I was in town this place was created from for... seven months? Somewhere around there?
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[Just talk to her, pretty lady. She's trying very hard to focus on things that are normal, and not the weird shit.
Which is a challenge and a half here.]
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[Magic is normal, right? Nothing at all weird about learning spells and teaching them to others.]
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[Kassandra isn't much of a mage, and she doesn't have a ton of interest in becoming one, but her eyes flash with interest, respect, and a hint of concern.]
...you aren't going to turn me into a frog or something, are you?
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[Willow shrugs a little, and smiles with a shake of her head.]
Nah, I never got into turning people into animals. A girl from my school turned herself into a rat and it took years to find the spell to undo it. Totally not worth it.
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[She understands that word!]
And that...I don't know if it's worth it or not. The one witch I ever met tried to turn me into a pig but it didn't work because she thought I was a man and not a woman?
[Circe was not nice.]
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[Willow answers with a grin. She probably doesn't study the same things the Magos did, but if that's the only difference, they're not so far off.]
The girl who turned herself into a rat did it to get away from some people that were trying to kill us. She did it before too, just not to herself. But... you can't really cast spells as a rat. I guess she didn't really think about that.
How'd your witch mistake you for a man? Was she, I dunno, looking at someone else or something? And why'd she try to turn you into a pig anyway?
[What was wrong with that witch.]
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She saw me in armor, I think.
And because she's Circe? That's kind of her thing, turning men into pigs.
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Oh okay, yeah, that makes sense. Especially with the helmet. And if you didn't, you know, talk.
[Circe, Zeus, the armor - it all adds up to an obvious answer as to where, and probably when, Kassandra is from, and Willow is absolutely fascinated.]
You're from Greece, huh?
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[In the far west.]
Where are you from, Willow? Not Greece, I should think.
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No, I'm from California - which wasn't even thought of when Sparta was around. It's, uh, pretty much half a world away.
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