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This is Sarasim of the Hyperion's security team.

There have been multiple reports of...people or things in the Hotel and bar. Upon reviewing our security cameras video footage of the grounds and the public areas I can say with certainty that the majority of these intruders were never here.

After listening to other posts we've concluded that there seems to be some kind of random hallucination striking people...like a virus but different...

Please use caution as it seems perhaps we are unable to trust our eyes and ears for the time being. This could prove extremely dangerous...

Sarasim? What's wrong?

...do you see anything on me?

N-no...

I-I can see...feel ants...all over me. Please shut off the transmission I fear I may lose control shortly.

R-right...stay safe guys.

There is a Giant Turkey outside the Transportation Dealership down the street from the Hyperion.

A bird that size would have fed my entire village for a three days.

I felt tempted to slay it.

Greetings.

My name is Sarasim, a warrior and DATS Agent. I seek the aid of a good mechanic.

I have been using an Automail limb created for me after an accident took my arm...however the mechanic who created it and serviced it for many months has gone home.

Are there any other Automail experts who I could procure the services of?

[As the audio clicks on there is the sound of the wind blowing and footsteps on the stone of the roof. before Sarasim begins to sing, during her song you can hear the whirling of blades in the air as she performs an elaborate dance.]


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[The sound of Kudamon snickering can be heard as the signal cuts out]

Sabine, hello.

You have been very quiet lately and with Greg frozen I thought I would see how you were.

I would have done so in person but now that am strong enough to fight with one arm I feel more useful patrolling the streets, I hope you don't mind.

Sir Tory...

I apologize for my behavior. Kudamon told me what happened after and after some research we suspect a love potion may have been involved.

I am so...so sorry. If you wish it I will end my life with as much respect and dignity as I deserve.

Ahem...greetings. My name is Kudamon and I am the partner of that ruffian primitive Sarasim.

I had been hoping a good vacation was all she needed but it seems she simply can not be won over by the smiles of her friends and the refreshing ocean and beach atmosphere.

I would help her myself but I'm much too busy. Honestly there are people who live for this sort of depressing tosh.

As an example of the problem I wish to direct your attention to what I'm about to let you hear.

*There is the sound of metal, familiar to those with Automail experience and Sarasim muttering to herself. *

Come on...you can do it...come on woman...GAH!

...

*The sound of fist hitting table and wood cracking*

That in case you were curious...is the sound of a woman trying to eat soup with her automail arm and dropping the spoon down the front of her shirt. Sad really.

So yes peasants, make with the words of comfort and encouragement, I'll be sure she receives it once she's down making a mess of her lunch.

*Click*

Sabine.

It has been brought to our attention you've been working almost constantly for some time now.

Sir Greg and I wish to take you out for a night to relax tomorrow night.

Please?

Oh dear...

I don't mean to be a pain...but I think I may have broken my apartment. I came into the bathroom to take my shower and flicked the light switch and there was a flash and then darkness. Now I keep flicking the light switch but the lights gone. Did I use up all the magic?

[The video clicks on to show Sarasim in an exceptionally frilly white and pink dress, witha bonnet, cloves, heels and all manner of lace. She's even wearing makeup and looks positively beautiful in an extremely ladylike way. The kind you expect to see at fancy tea parties. She is still frozen however and you can hear Kudamon giggling in the backround.]

See Miss Sarasim now you look like a proper young lady~

[Suddenly Sarasim lurches forward and blinks confused looking around and then down at herself...her face turns very red, almost purple and she glares at Kudamon]

N-now Sarasim...that dress is very expensive...

[with a roar sarasim rips the dress off herself revealing equally lacy and frilly undergarments before lunging at kudamon and knocking the camera over turning off the feed]

Greetings fellow warriors,

I am Sarasim of the tribe of the sun and the moon. I have recently arrived in the Digital World and a friend of mine suggested that I may find my skills as a warrior would prove useful to your noble endeavors.

Oh goodness Gracious can't you just speak like a normal person you primitive? She wants a job!

*Ahem* My partner Kudamon is willing to assist as well...I simply desire to put my training and experience to work for the betterment of this world so that we may succeed in victory over the forces of darkness.

Good evening,

I am Sarasim, leader of my people. I appear to have become separated and despite the noble efforts of my familiar...

My name is Kudamon you cave creature!

*cough* Ahem...despite the noble efforts of Kudamon I am still unsure of what role I am to play in this world. She mentioned there was an ongoing battle against evil...creatures called Digimon...demons...it is...complicated it seems.

In light of this I am confident. I wish to lend my strength to the cause. Please to whomever can here this...I am Sarasim of the Sun and Moon tribe and I am seeking a guide.

Oh just let me take you back to Neon City.

While I am grateful for the suggestion Kudamon...I worry that perhaps your intentions are not the same as mine. I wish to unite with warriors like myself, to find a place where my skills may be put to proper use.