[Anyone near the tunnels might notice a blonde woman emerging from said tunnels. Rosa has been gone on a mission for two weeks (and one day), and is pretty tuckered out. All day every day for these past two weeks have been filled with nothing but healing status effects, curing the wounded, and using her white mage abilities to the fullest. She's happy, though, as she was very much in her element.

She's not happy about the fact that she's been hit with a Zombie status that won't go away, no matter what she tried. It was frustrating! So, she'll take up her journal.]

I've returned from my mission.

...

Does anyone know a stronger Esuna spell than a regular Esuna? I might need it.

I've been summoned for a mission. Two weeks I will be gone.


...

It seems easy enough. A field medic. I'm sure I can do that with no problems. Rydia, make sure Kain doesn't cause too much trouble. I don't know if it's too much to ask with watching out for Cecil as well.



[ooc: kind of my way of saying I'm hiatusing Rosa for a couple weeks! She'll be back in action in a couple of weeks. :3]

It is that time again, isn't it? I remember it vaguely, but there is an experiment now, is there not?

[Sigh. She forgot about this. Good thing she's... pretty much been around Cecil all day. :|a which means yes, she's locked to Cecil. But that doesn't mean she won't talk about this wonderful, amazing experiment with love!]

[It's been a few days.

A few days time has not healed the hurt that this has given her. But if no one else knows, then... someone has to say it, if Cecil had not told them first.

Who better than his mother? Rosa can only imagine the future, and actually watching Ceodore grow up, instead of being near her own age. Just thinking about this has the tears gathering once more. The audio feed is silent, save for the sound of someone trying to hold back sobs and sniffles.]

For...


[...ok, try this again.]

For those who might not know, but knew him, my son-- [there's a catch in her breath, and then silence for a few moments--] My son, Ceodore has... he's gone home.

[The feed will cut off here.]

[Watching the snowfall is making Rosa think about a lot of things, mainly her home. She is curious, however, about a few things involving Luceti as a whole.]

If our fate is to never leave this place, but to inhabit it after all of the tribulations we've endured as of yet, would it please you or upset you? Would you rather return to your home world, or stay here in a new home?

[A pause, she has to think of this one herself.] Considering no time at all had elapsed when I returned home, I... I'm not sure how I would feel about it at all. Though, if we were to die here, from old age or otherwise, perhaps we would return to where we left off?

[Maybe that wouldn't be so bad, but she's leaving that unsaid.]

[Hello again, Luceti. Rosa has woken up... in the town proper this time. on the outskirts. Hopefully no one steps on her, that would suck. Once she's sat up, realizing where she is... she sighs. She remembers all too well of this place.

So. Journal in hand? Check. Time to broadcast.]

My return here is not any more comfortable than the last times I was here, and it seems as if the Malnosso have made up their mind now. [Sigh. Rosa goes quiet, stops the broadcast, and is now on the move to retrieve her things.]

[With a little bit of rustling and some sounds of someone waking up, there is silence for a few moments. What breaks the silence is a voice most likely familiar to some that are still around Luceti, complete with a backing of the sounds of her standing and taking her journal:] ...It seems I have been returned here. I never thought I would return here, but perhaps it is for the better. Are my friends and family still here? My husband? My... son?

[Yes indeed, Rosa has returned! She's up in the mountains at the moment attempting to find shelter from the rain.]

The house is so quiet. Well... much more quiet than normal.

[there's some splotches from where she's tapping her pen, as she's sort of... idly thinking at this point.]

I... hope Kain is all right. I don't want [there's another here, from where she stopped writing abruptly]

Maybe it is better if I do not think of that.