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Nereisse Randir is played by silver_foxglove, who claims all ownership of her as a character. I do not however, claim the art on her icons. If any artist wishes me to remove their work, I will do so gladly.

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[Nereisse is seen after a burst of static, playing with the camera functions before settling back on her bed, staring hard at the screen.]

I still don't like this manner a' communication, but it works in a pinch. Or a touch of the fear that's been affecting everyone.

[She glances away, crossing her arms under her chest. The fog roils around the window behind her, and one can almost make out a face now and then, made up of the clouds, leering]

Spirits, ghostly...images. Evil spirits and more hauntings than you can stab with a sword. And not a one that responds to it!

[She rises, frustrated, pacing now.]

I refuse to let myself be cowed by fear. You'd all do well to be the same. If we're afraid that's simply another power they have over us, right?

[And her eyes rest on the screen once more, sighing.]

[The screen flips on to reveal Nereisse. She's standing outside, the walls of the building behind her. Cheeks flushed, hair wild out of the messy braid, she grins. HAir is shoved behind one point ear, only to fall back into place a moment later, and promptly ignored.]

Alright magic box. We've defeated that ghoul...or at the very least left it behind, as apparently, ghouls cannot climb down walls. This victory is ours.

[The sword belted to her hip has several streamers of red tape, and the tape itself hangs off her leather belt. A bug flies over the lens and disappears; apparently she's propped it on something to talk and keeps her hands free.]

Not that I couldn'tve fought it...with the right equipment. Swords don't work with ghouls...should be a cudgel or club around here somewhere. All I see is stone buildings all over. Barely any forest.

[Her face falls a little at that before determination sinks in.]

Well. I'm off to take a gander around the village! Come on then.

[With a jostle, she snags the screen, and it flicks off into blackness]

[The communicator cuts on to the sounds of whispering. Some, barely audible and impossibly to clearly make out. It fades out though as the sudden CLUNK of hard-soled boots on a wooden floor. There's a woman gasping, and then a cry of shock and another thud--as if she fell out of the bed]

OUCH! Damned thing! That's the last time I let Rowdy choose...the...room...

[There's a noticeable pause as she seems to realize she isn't in "Kansas" anymore.]

Here now! Where the fucking hell am I?! Rowdy! This ain't funny, unicorn! And....HEY! Where's my sword?!

[No matter how nice that voice is, she's all but roaring in rage at being robbed.]

When I find the son of a cur who took it, there'll be hell to pay, mark my words. And if it was Rowdy, then I'll just twist his--

Here now...that's that?

[Her voice gets louder as she comes closer.]

Words n' pictures...magic box, yeah? Wonder if it's worth anything...