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claritatis[Once Ignis finds his way out of the coliseum he gingerly, with one hand out in front of him, walks until he finds the side of a building and stands quietly with his palm flat against it for several seconds. Then, with the other hand, he checks through his pockets. One phone is familiar, and the other is not.
He pulls it free and examines the shape, and memories ten years forgotten come back in a rush through the initial fog of confusion, tearing his breath away from his lungs in a sharp gasp.]
Hadriel. [He murmurs across the edge of an indrawn breath, and he fumbles through dusty recollections as he slides his thumb over the screen of the phone until he hears a confirming beep.]
This is-- This is Ignis Scientia. [His voice is low and assured after the first brief stumble, for as much as his fingers are shaking. He could have been gone for days, or months... or even years. Would there be anyone left to remember who he is?] I would appreciate someone telling me how long I've been gone, and... where in the city I am relative to the coliseum.
[Briefly, the transmission flicks to video and the camera pans around. He's quite close to spire four, though not beside it.]
I'm afraid I lack the ability to accurately confirm it for myself.
[Then, the camera pans up to his face. Older - by about ten years - and heavily scarred. Behind the dark glass of his shades, his eyes are pale and glassy. He gives a wry smile.]
As you can see.
He pulls it free and examines the shape, and memories ten years forgotten come back in a rush through the initial fog of confusion, tearing his breath away from his lungs in a sharp gasp.]
Hadriel. [He murmurs across the edge of an indrawn breath, and he fumbles through dusty recollections as he slides his thumb over the screen of the phone until he hears a confirming beep.]
This is-- This is Ignis Scientia. [His voice is low and assured after the first brief stumble, for as much as his fingers are shaking. He could have been gone for days, or months... or even years. Would there be anyone left to remember who he is?] I would appreciate someone telling me how long I've been gone, and... where in the city I am relative to the coliseum.
[Briefly, the transmission flicks to video and the camera pans around. He's quite close to spire four, though not beside it.]
I'm afraid I lack the ability to accurately confirm it for myself.
[Then, the camera pans up to his face. Older - by about ten years - and heavily scarred. Behind the dark glass of his shades, his eyes are pale and glassy. He gives a wry smile.]
As you can see.
