☠ Second Log | [Written] ☠

[vysecaptain]

[During the evening of the 20th, a very short journal entry appears, written in large but neat handwriting.]

Please tell me about the worlds you come from.

Comments

written

[vysecaptain]

Not directly. We collect the ones that fall from the moons...we have mines, but they're not on the moons.

written

[whiteas]

Someone must be making a fortune off of collecting and selling those.

written

[vysecaptain]

Anyone who can get their hands on them can sell them, you just have to get to the stones before anyone else does. Valua mines most of them, and tries to sell them for higher prices than anyone else.

Not that we actually buy them, we just raid their ships and take what we need.

written

[whiteas]

[ Oh that is not what Weiss wanted to hear. As the daughter of a big company herself who is frequently a victim of getting their shipments raided by jerks like this, she's immediately decided that this person is not one she likes. Someone who used to and then realized that it wasn't right she could accept, but this person's flouting that behavior like it's something to be proud of. ]

What's your name?

written

[vysecaptain]

[The fun thing about writing is that it's hard to convey emotions. Or tone. As such, he has no idea she has an issue with piracy at the moment.

And is also kind of an idiot.]

Vyse. Yours?

written

[whiteas]

Weiss Schnee and I don't plan on forgetting your name.

[ At least it will be.. easy to remember... Weiss, Vyse.. similar sounds. ]