[Online, posted in "Seeking"]

[womenwouldgrieve]

I suppose there's no choice but to participate in this "game" if we want to regain our memories and abilities -- and possibly find a way home, too.

My name is Edgar, and I'm a Player this round. If anyone would care to be my Weapon, there's a Memory Charm in it for you.

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[womenwouldgrieve]

That's very kind of you. Thank you very much.

[waddles]

You're welcome. I am Rafiel.

[womenwouldgrieve]

It's a pleasure.

Would you like to meet somewhere? According to the information I've read, I can only make a vow to you in person.

[waddles]

Certainly, where would be best for you?

[womenwouldgrieve]

How about the central courtyard, sometime this evening?

[waddles]

I believe that will work.

[womenwouldgrieve]

I'll see you there, then.

[And he will be waiting if you would like to action-tag.]

[waddles]

[I would indeed.]

[Sooner rather than later, Rafiel will enter the courtyard still dressed in his normal clothes. If only because the school uniform isn't very forgiving in regards to his wings.]

[womenwouldgrieve]

[What a coincidence, Edgar has also chosen to avoid the school uniform for now. He wasn't expecting a person with wings to show up -- an Esper? Or some other being entirely? -- but he takes it in stride.]

I'm Edgar; are you Rafiel?

[waddles]

[Rafiel responds with a serene nod as he moves to a stop in front of Edgar.]

You are the beorc I spoke with over the device?

[womenwouldgrieve]

Beorc? We did speak, yes.

[waddles]

[... the word is not familiar with him? How unusual.] It is my world's term for anyone who is not laguz or branded. Did I assume wrongly?

[womenwouldgrieve]

I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with those terms either. [pause. his "world"... that would explain a lot.]

[waddles]

[Rafiel doesn't seem unduly bothered by that, curiously enough.]

A laguz is one like myself. We are a race of beings who are able to shift into certain animal forms while beorc are... [he pauses] ... humans. A branded is a child born of both laguz and beorc.

[womenwouldgrieve]

...I see. I suppose that would make me a beorc then, yes. The world I'm from has only humans... and Espers, though they come from a different world.

[waddles]

I'm afraid the word human is used mostly in insult in my homeland... but if you would prefer it I can make the effort.

[womenwouldgrieve]

I don't mind. It was just a surprise, that's all.

Oh, that's right -- you'd like me to be your Player?

[waddles]

Yes, though I'm afraid my weapon is a bit complicated.

[womenwouldgrieve]

Ah, how so?

[waddles]

Before it can be of any use, I believe some of its abilities must be unlocked. Something only a player can do with these. [At the word 'these,' Rafiel withdraws his hand from the insides of his cloak and holds out his starter handful of tokens.]

[womenwouldgrieve]

--oh, I see. I do recall seeing a "transfer" option when I was using the booth earlier. If you would lend me your tokens, then, I'd be glad to unlock them.

[waddles]

[We're not even going to get into how Rafiel should have more trust issues here, really. Without either Nailah or his empathy, he's just easy pickings.]

I'm sorry for the trouble, and thank you.

[womenwouldgrieve]

It's no trouble; I'm sure it will come in handy for me as well.

In that case, I promise to protect you, Rafiel.

[waddles]

I am in your care, Edgar.