And Now, A Message from Allag, Come All Too Late
<The message you're holding appears to have been written by an incredibly precise hand, as if the words themselves were directly projected onto the paper.>
-=MESSAGE_BEGIN=-
GREETINGS, BEING OF ACCEPTABLE INTELLIGENCE. I AM DESIGNATED AS "MODEL IX-V." I AM ONE OF A NUMBER OF SPECIALIZED SELF-AWARE ALLAGAN COMBAT AUTOMATONS. AND YOUR WORLD IS ABOUT TO BE IN GREAT DANGER.
DO NOT PANIC.
APPROXIMATELY FIVE THOUSAND YEARS AGO, THE CELESTIAL BODY DESIGNATED AS "DALAMUD" WAS CREATED AS A PRISON FOR THE EIKON DESIGNATED AS "BAHAMUT," AND LAUNCHED FAR INTO THE SKY. HOWEVER, MY CREATORS HAD NOTED THAT ANY OBJECT BEARING UPWARD VELOCITY IS EVENTUALLY EXPECTED TO OBTAIN DOWNWARD VELOCITY.
AND SO, I, AND ALL PREVIOUS ITERATIONS OF MY DESIGN, WERE CREATED FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF DESTROYING BAHAMUT, AND WERE PUT INTO STASIS TO BE REACTIVATED AT THE EXACT TIME OF DALAMUD'S RE-ENTRY.
UNFORTUNATELY, THE PORTION OF LAND CONTAINING MY CREATORS' LABORATORY HAS BEEN EJECTED FROM THE REST OF THE AIRBORNE RESEARCH FACILITY DESIGNATED AS "AZYS LLA," AND HAS CRASHED SOMEWHERE IN THE OPEN OCEAN, LEAVING ME STRANDED UPON A SMALL ISLAND.
CURRENT COORDINATES UNKNOWN. FLOODING DAMAGE TO THE MAIN LAB HAS RENDERED ACCESS TO ANY TRANSPORTATION INACCESSIBLE. COMMUNICATION SIGNALS WITH ALL OTHER MODELS HAVE BEEN LOST. OPERATING AT INSUFFICIENT ENERGY LEVELS FOR SUSTAINED FLIGHT.
LACKING ANY OTHER FEASIBLE ALTERNATIVE, I HAVE SEARCHED MY DATA BANKS, AND HAVE CONCLUDED THAT SENDING TRANSCRIBED WORDS ADRIFT INSIDE A SEALED CONTAINER IS THE BEST WAY TO ENSURE THAT IT REACHES THE HANDS OF A BEING CAPABLE OF PERFORMING ALL TASKS REQUIRED.
THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY TO PREVENT THE RETURN OF BAHAMUT: YOU MUST TRAVEL TO THE FAR E... ... I... ... ... LOCATE ... SIGNAL... ... TS...
... ACTIVATE... ... YOU... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...SP ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
<This part of the message is too stained with water to properly read.>
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...O ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ON... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...YB...
... ... ... ... ... ... ... A ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..RD ... ... ... ...TROY BAHAMUT.
DO NOT SHARE THIS INFORMATION WITH ANY OTHER BEINGS, ORGANIC OR OTHERWISE. THIS TASK MUST BE DISCRETELY CARRIED OUT IN ORDER TO SUCCEED.
GLORY TO XANDE.
-=MESSAGE_END=-
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(I'll take the Scarf of Wondrous Wit, thanks!)
Though distances keeps us apart.
Sister....
It has been many moons since we started on our journey through Eorzea. Both of us decided to walk the path of healing at first and traveled to Gridania to the conjurer's guild. There we would help many adventurer through the varies dungeons.
We traveled from Gridania to Limsa Lominsa to Ul'dah and even Mor Dhona. Remember how Mor Dhona was nothing more then some tents and a few makeshift buildings. Now with the paved roads and sturdy buildings- it's much difference then when we walked though for the first time.
We battled at the Praetorium and became heroes.
Then life got in the way. We traveled less and less with each other. I still kept up with my White Mage studies but also started to study the ways of the Black Mage. We still traveled, though not always together. I have seen many sights and often wondered if you have seen what I have seen.
Now that we have come to the First, it was wonderful to see you again and to start some new adventures together.
To many more adventures together.
Your Sister
(Noble barding if I get selected.
The Setting Sun (Testing)
Long of hair, sly of wit…
Ah, I've always been crap at writing anything resembling poetry. You'll have to forgive me. I wasn't born with any sort of silver tongue; not like you were. I wish I had been. I'd be able to convey my feelings much easier. I mean—I can't ever say them out loud, you know? You'll never return them, after all, and there's really no point in embarrassing either of us. Even though it's really cute when you blush, I don't think it's worth the heartache that'd follow. It would hurt you, too.
You've come such a long way! Though we all have fun at your expense every now and again, don't let it bother you. I mean, when I first started out, I didn't know how to light a fire, either, never mind gather the wood for it. Everyone has to begin somewhere. The point is, you were there with me. You were at my side, and you haven't left it, no matter what hardships we've come to face, never once faltering. That takes courage.
The fireworks here are so pretty. All these bottles have been washing up, and I guess it's inspired me to write something of my own. P'obyano keeps making me sit on the dock at Costa, reading through these messages, and do you know how many times I've cried already? Anyway… With the fireworks above, and the tide coming in, the breeze playing on my face… it's made me nostalgic… Now, if only this piece of parchment would stay still and not threaten to blow away at the earliest opportunity!
I've been thinking about what makes our journeys so great. It's the smiling faces of the people we save. So many of them have had such great things to say. And so many of them would sacrifice so much for me. There's been really trying times where it was so hard to go on… where I didn't think I was going to make it… but… whenever I get back—whenever I see their eyes light up—whenever I see the hope there—that's what gives ME courage. I wish I could tell them that, but I'm usually so tired, it takes everything I have just to smile back.
Well… anyway… Soon enough, this message will be like the rest of them, corked up in a bottle, tossed into the ocean, and sunk beneath the waves until it washes up on a shore somewhere. I hope it's far away. At least… far away from you. I don't want you to see it. Not yet. Should anyone else come across this… Please, say what I can't. Speak for my heart. Tell everyone… tell them—thank you so much!
Eternally Yours,
Light and Sometimes Darkness
(Bluebird Earrings)