[ Following his conversation with Set, Yuri wastes no time reaching out to his fellow Meridian Harbingers. Their work looms ahead of them, so he'll run with the momentum any small progress may give them. ]
So I had a chat with Set, and I've got a lead that may interest you. I'd follow up on it myself, but Silco's gotten a nice, close look at my pretty little face, which isn't ideal.
[ The reality is, it's not difficult to figure out where Ryouma stays. A strange, large ship appearing out of no where? She may not have knowledge it's him from those details alone, but it takes no genius to figure out it's a shardbearer. Takes less of one to ask questions before finding it moored. Impressive, maybe by it's time standards but not to her own -
Not to a woman who's ideas of ships speed across light and sound through various galaxies. It's also like no ship she's ever seen, because why would she know what one in the ocean looks like? ]
[ She frowns at it for a long while and then calls out - as if by way of greeting, as if knowing he's somewhere nearby: ]
[ Between Matt's various blood-forged bonds and his intentions to normalize Zenith-Meridian relations as much as he can, he spends a decent amount of time in Old Springstar. Trying to listen and observe more than he talks. And it's no surprise, but a lot of the talk around town concerns Shard-Bearers.
Matt's not sure how welcome his concern will be, but he figures it's good to try. And so--tentatively, with a sense of polite knocking--he reaches out. ]
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So I had a chat with Set, and I've got a lead that may interest you. I'd follow up on it myself, but Silco's gotten a nice, close look at my pretty little face, which isn't ideal.
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action!
Not to a woman who's ideas of ships speed across light and sound through various galaxies. It's also like no ship she's ever seen, because why would she know what one in the ocean looks like? ]
[ She frowns at it for a long while and then calls out - as if by way of greeting, as if knowing he's somewhere nearby: ]
You call this a ship?
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Hey, you're Ryouma, right? Can I bend your ear for a moment? --Figuratively speaking.
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Mister Ryouma! Are you still alive?
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NOT HERE?
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kneeslides into communion!!! (early erqu)
Matt's not sure how welcome his concern will be, but he figures it's good to try. And so--tentatively, with a sense of polite knocking--he reaches out. ]
Hey, uh, Ryouma.
It's Matt.