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[When the video turns on, there sitting in the chair is a tanned, black haired, wild looking woman, with a glass of something in her hands. She's drumming her fingers against her arm from where it's crossed, a huge tribal tattoo decorating the arm. She certainly doesn't look happy to be here, but oddly enough, not that freaked out.

When she starts talking, her voice is quite distinctly Australian, but if you asked her where she was from, she'd certainly not reference 'Down Under'. The voice is also a little husky, harshened by the fact she's exhausted and had a drink to help quell her anxiety. Not that she'd ever admit to it.]

Seems like this place is fulla lost people, but not the people I'm lookin' for. [she pauses, taking a long drink from a glass she's holding. She seems strained, like she's frustrated it's have to even come to this, to stretching out and asking for help, and she's hesitant to start.]

Lady Luck is not shining on me today. [she gives a wry laugh, and takes another swig from her drink.]

Listen, I don't remember if I was here last time--I don't remember anything that happened last time--but if anyone remembers me, contact me as soon as you can. Especially you, Vanille. [She's secretly hoping that Vanille is the only one who answers. She doesn't know what she'd do if anyone else she knew did. Her sacrifice would have been for nought. They could be dust in the wind for all she knew.]

'Till then, somebody recommend a good bar. If I'm gonna be stuck here, I might as well enjoy myself and right about now, I really need to punch something.

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How... You're not a l'Cie?

[She shakes her head, so very confused now.]

Never heard that word before, even. I can't be something I've never heard of, can I?

[Wait. No, yes she can, that was a terrible point to make. She laughs at herself and reaches up to rub at the side of her face.]

I mean, I just dunno what a l'Cie is, or what it has to do with being here.

[Fang looks just as confused. How long had she slept? Or had she slipped through something else entirely? That thought has her uneasy and detached from everything, but most importantly, Vanille. A pit in her stomach makes itself known, but the woman ignores it.]

It's a. [She makes a noise. It's hard to describe to someone who has never met or heard of one.] I'm a l'Cie. Basically a human slave for a fal'Cie to do the dirty work it doesn't want to be blamed for.

[Her eyes go wide, and then she shakes her head.]

You're not gonna be a human slave here, promise. Even if nobody here'd stop it from happening, I would. You're safe here, yeah? No fal'Cie that I know of, and something that that I bet I would've heard of by now if they were around.

Safe. [She'd be the judge of that. Frankly, being on her own in a strange place hardly made her feel safe. But the lack of fal'Cie? Thats's certainly a plus.]

I'm not a slave. But a lot of l'Cie are.

How does someone get made into one, anyway? I mean, it's not something that can happen in a place that's not your home world, right?

[She may be entirely worried about all that coming here and happening.]

Not unless there are fal'Cie here. They pick us and l'Cie have to do what they're told or turn cie'th. [A pause.] Which is something you don't want to happen to you. Believe me.

[She just nods, as if she has every idea about what is being talked about.]

Right, yeah, no 'course you wouldn't want that. Can't see why you would. I can't even say it right! What happens if you do what you're told, though? As a... [she pauses, trying to remember the right term.] l'Cie?

[She likes that the girl is trying. That's more than can be said for some of the people in this place.]

You turn into crystal until they need you again. [A pause.] Which is why I thought I'd been here already.

Crystal? That sounds awful. They just freeze you right in place like that, take everything away from you.

[She frowns deeply, looking almost offended that something out there would do that to people.]

Is that where you've been this whole time? [Not that she has any idea how long the woman's been locked up in crystal, but still. It's pretty obvious that she has been.]

The last thing I remember was completing my focus. So, yeah. I guess I have been.

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