>>5955200>>5955227>>5955256>>5955268>>5955704>>5956148After a bit of back and forth discussion, your team decided to actually split up in order to accomplish today's goals quicker, the thought of the looming unknown time for when the Guards would want to move against Felippe no doubt picking at everyone's brains. It's definitely picking at yours, at the very least. You don't like unknowns like that, not knowing how long you have to prepare before you'll have to move.
Ramza and Gigas would be busy liberating the loot caches that Stillwater spilled the beans on, while you were to remain behind on the ship to both oversee the initial installation of the upgrades and to review the Memoreel. They must have figured that you would be the best choice for such a thing given your minor obsession with the ways of magic, and while they're probably right, you didn't bother to tell them that you've never actually used a Memoreel before. You only know how to use it theoretically.
You hold the small golden orb in your hand, peering into it curiously, as the shipwrights of the day finish depositing the materials they need on the deck. A duo of workers pick up a sheet of aerosteel together and, at the direction of their foreman, move it into place against the walls of one of the cabin. While the sounds of hammering starts up, you turn the orb over few times, a cool breeze picking up and making the tails of your coat whip around.
'Here goes nothing.' You think to yourself, as you channel a small amount of your mana into the orb. Outside sensations begin to fade, the sounds of work dulling and the cold caress of wind on your face dwindling to nothing despite the fact that you're certain it's still there. You begin to see without seeing, a different picture of the world appearing in your mind's eye, much like a particularly potent daydream that one gets occasionally lost in.
In this waking dream, you imagine yourself to be Jerome Stillwater. You can tell intuitively that while you're in this state, if you think about something that Jerome would know and would have allowed the Memoreel to store, you would be able to 'remember' it clearly. So you start with the Countess, thinking about what Jerome knows about her...starting with her appearance, since you never actually got that information.
She's quite attractive, and the image of her bathing in an all-too-luxurious tub at her estate only serves to solidify it. Water flows over her flawless skin and down an ample chest, drawing Jerome's eyes to all the right places as he leers from his hiding spot outside. His hand reaches down and-
