'Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

( You know what, I'm probably going to cut the first half of the rest of my posts whether they're actually irritatingly long or not. )

Instead of gracing you all with yet another remark on the proximity and malevolence of the moon, allow me to point out that the Malnosso are not accepting mission registrations until next month. One can only assume that they believe we will still be alive and in proper condition to volunteer ourselves on the 1st, which would generally imply that they do not believe a local apocalypse to be terribly likely.  Unless they want to wait a week or so, they will most likely have some way to keep the residents alive, if indeed the moon collides with the village at all.

Feel free to be as concerned as you believe the situation calls for, but remember that the continued existence of the village is in the Malnosso's best interest.

[Dhaos isn't leaving: he can be found either idly wandering the village or, more likely, in the library again, passing the time by looking for something to read and answering replies on his journal. The moon makes stargazing a bit of an impossibility, obviously, but he will be outside at night, watching the moon fall. Matter of habit, perhaps? He won't be on a rooftop, though. Probably fell out of the sky sometime when the power cap hit 100% or something.

He had to admit it was rather ominous-looking whether the logic behind it worked or not.]

( TL;DR Ramblings )

Anyway, now that it's been long enough for Dhaos to think back on the experiment without throwing a fit or something similar, it's time to get something he's been wondering about straight. This is his first time using a filter, so he's not sure he has it done correctly, but he does his best.]

( Filtered to Martel )

[Written, Unfiltered]

What are your worlds called? Do the people of different regions call it something different? Is there a meaning behind the name, or has it been lost to the ages?

[And after a minute:]

And if there is anyone else here from Derris-Kharlan, I would like to know.

[And he can be found reading in the library/on top of the library. It's been a little while and he still hasn't read up on any of the other worlds, so he's rectifying that today. And as always, feel free to find him stargazing at night.]

...

[Anyone hanging around the south side of town will find themselves a rather disoriented angel casting a wary, confused look around. He's wearing his headband and cloak/mantle, but underneath he's got nothing but the New Feather pants on. Yep, it's a new arrival. He'll change properly once he finds somewhere to do so.

Dhaos wandered into town after finding himself somewhere east of the southern river. His journal is tucked safely in the hammerspace behind his cloak-- he suspects it's magitech and would destroy it, except he'd like to know who put his name on it and what exactly it is before he does so. This place did not seem to be on Aselia... And most of the presences in this town seemed to be human, so he was definitely not on Derris-Kharlan. Untrustworthy though humans were, they were idle enough not to attack if he concealed his identity. He'll keep quiet until he learns where he is...  Until he can find a way to get out of here and possibly find another way back to Derris-Kharlan.  He has yet to find a Seed, and as long as he's alive again he's going to keep trying.

Alive again.  It was surreal and mind-reeling, but he decided he would put off his shock until he figured this out.

...Yeah, he's getting nowhere fast. Anyone want to help a confused Demon King out?  I apologize in advance for his untalkativeness.]