#the-sandman-cometh

[teamlarl]

@the-sandman-cometh​ continued from here

No. Definitely not Ozpin.

Leta visibly stiffened. The shadow itself had been easy to take in. How many times had she herself been the formless shadow in the corner of someone’s eye? The unnaturalness of it all didn’t concern her. Why would it? She, herself, was as unnatural as it got.

No, what concerned her was how much this person, or being, or whatever knew. Although, she was fairly sure it was a person. Just because she had never come across someone with an ability like this did not mean that such a person did not exist. They lived in such a world of wonders.

“...You’ve done your homework.” Leta commented casually, trying not to let across how uneasy such knowledge made her. The names were one thing, but he (perhaps it was illogical to assign gender to mere intent, mere feeling, but oh well) knew about her. That was not information that Leta gave freely.

Flanna, perhaps? Yeah, that would be right up her alley. Trusting her had always been something of a mistake.

“But I notice that you’ve deliberately left out the most important name.”

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{the-sandman-cometh} Her Scroll flickers to life with a bit of a stutter. The electronic hum louder than usual as a subtle hue fills the darkness of the room. In painstakingly slow cadence, the screen is filled in with jumbled letters and digits that eventually take recognizable shape... [Should I refer to you as Leta or will that not last for too long either?]

She should have been surprised. After all, it wasn’t every day that one’s scroll seemed to take a life of its own, flickering on and trying to communicate in such an unnatural fashion. But truthfully, Leta found it par for the course. She had never trusted such things. Not since radio had become popularized as a means of communication, and certainly not nowadays.

Adrastia had once told them all about the various ways a scroll could be easily hacked. The way people could so easily spy on someone without their knowing.

“A ghost in the machine...” Leta muttered dryly. “How quaint.”

Should she respond? From the sound of it... Whoever had sent her the message knew that ‘Leta’ was not her first name. Her eyes narrowed sharply. Ozpin, perhaps? No... She had gone out of her way to avoid his notice. So who?

“Are you listening then?” She questioned the scroll. “Or do I have to type out a response?” If the scroll did not answer her, then she would have her own answer.