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[powerchord]

[The following entry is entirely in text.]

Greetings, fellow visitors to Death City. I have been told that this device will allow me to write to all of you. My name is Sona Buvelle, and I arrived here from my own world a few days ago.

Although I would very much like to help this world in whatever way they need, I must admit to being a bit confused by my sudden arrival. I’m afraid I was in the middle of something, and the change of scenery has been very...jarring.

[A pause, as though she’s not sure what else to write.]

First, I suppose it would be best to find out if any of my allies from home are here. Has anyone heard of the planet Runeterra? Of Demacia, Noxus, Ionia...the Institute of War? I know that it is possible that I am not the only one – isn’t it?

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[motherofthesun]

A few. If you would like, we could meet up and go to one of them.

Yes, well, this world has its own set of rules. In this case, it's two people having to work together to fight. And yes, this factors into the dangers of this war going on.

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[powerchord]

[Aww, friendly c: Part of her thinks that meeting a stranger right off the bat might be dangerous...but she's nothing if not friendly. And besides, why would someone here want to hurt her? They're on the same side.]

That would be lovely, friend. I have a map here somewhere, I think, or perhaps you live in the same building as me? I haven't met all of my neighbors yet...

I do have experience working in tandem with others, I suppose. If not quite so literally as it seems to be done here.

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[motherofthesun]

As long as it's Casualty Communal, I do. I reside on the eighth floor. I could meet you on the first floor.

Oh yes. It's very unique here.