Tell Me Agnès

[Gildarts]

Dear Agnès,

Hi I'm Molly and I have a question, girl to girl. I don't have much family so I guess even though you are on the Dataverse, I would like to consider this a big sister to little sister talk. So here's how the story goes:

I met this man a few weeks ago, his name was Gildarts and he was a very powerful Prime. He kind of saved me, and then I saved him... Long story short, we made friends and now I don't know where to find him (the Omniverse is HUGE)! You see, we were traveling in Coruscant when I ditched Lost him and I don't think he really knows where he's going. A few days ago I saw him on the television show it seems he was a victim of Karl Jak's game show (which is normally much too violent for kids but I hacked in,) and it seems he was not fated to win.

In my book he was a hero but I don't know where to find him and I feel like something bad is going to happen.

(Small note, did you know a misunderstood abbreviation for this website you host is actually the same as Dante's Abyss? Don't worry I don't suspect you are an evil mastermind, I did a background check on you, and you almost check out.)

Continuing with Gildarts, I cross-referenced his name on OmniTwitter, and it looks like he has a lot of friends and followers. You may ask why he doesn't reply to any of their posts, but the reason is because he really an incompetent of who barely knows how to use technology. Not that I blame him, with all that power, tools can seem like kind of a lost cause.

Anyway he means a lot to me and I'd appreciate your feedback on the situation as well as using your resources to ask anyone would be able to find him.

So tell me Agnès, what do I do?

Signed,
Concerned ten-year-old.

PS: I don't have a picture on hand but I can upload a drawing I did at the end of this email if you think it would help. You can also tune into the island for a better description of how he looks.

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[Joline]

Dear Trisha,

I appreciate the compliment - Thank you. As I have long lived a life alone and away from luxuries common to most, the tools required to properly cut hair were ultimately more expensive and harder to obtain than those to care for long hair, not to mention that the possession of weapons or anything resembling weapons is illegal in a Crystal Temple (Scissors are sharpened metal and therefore could be used as a lethal weapon). I have become somewhat skilled when it comes to caring for my own hair. Because I live in the Temple of Wind, the air is typically quite forgiving, cool and almost moist, ideal for life in a place that is typically unforgiving to life - Namely the desert.

However, as of late the condition of my hair has been significantly nicer thanks to a friend I made not long ago. I have been separated from said friend because of being brought to this Omniverse, unfortunately. I hope I will see her again someday.

Dear Worried Pig,

As someone who recently gained three friends (Who are three of four friends I have had to date, excluding the friend I have currently with me), I can only say the means that worked for me. A friend is someone who would follow you to the end and sacrifice anything for you - I found such friends by having a cause that intertwined with the causes of others. Though I fear that does little to assist...

Dear Concerned Professional,

Would it not hurt to put screws into someone? Why would this Secretary do such a thing? What you are saying implies that this has happened multiple times. Why would they continue? If this persisted, it could be a problem - I am sure it would be a confusing story to tell to one's apothecary as the nuts and bolts were removed... Surely those sorts of things should remain only in clocks.

Dear Old Magic Cat,

As Vestal, I am not to worry about retirement age. For my line of work, if it can be called such, I am to serve until the years take me, no questions asked. However, I believe that if one is capable, they should use their ability to help others even if they do not feel they must. In the end, evil only triumphs if good people do nothing.

Dear Young Leader,

I too was recently thrust into a position of leadership, though I was not among a large group - Only among the three people I call my friends. We fought for a purpose we considered far greater than ourselves. Though I was looked to as a leader, I was by no means a power to be reckoned with among my peers, and in most cases it simply felt like we were a team of equals. I suggest you strive to make those around you simply look to you as another colleague or supporter or ally, and help those you work with trust one another just like they trust you.

Dear Thousandth Son,

From my experience, I believe it is only natural for there to be conflict. That is not to say that conflict is a good thing in all cases, only that it is natural. Had you not brought it about for the sake of change, someone else would surely have stepped up to take your place, would they not? Because there were those who had the courage to disobey, progress has been made. Surely at least one other among those who disobeyed was an innovator, one not afraid of doing what others did not seem willing to do.

Be with those you consider family because they care about you and you care about them, rather than simply being with the family you consider family by blood relation alone. That is my belief, whether you choose to follow it or not. I wish you the best of luck.

Dear Desco,

Since I began wielding weapons, for one reason or another, I have been given a lot of different pieces of advice. Two pieces of advice that stand out to me are these: A weapon is only as strong as the hands that hold it, and that a warrior is only as strong as the purpose they fight for. I would look not to the weapon that felled you, but to the person who used it. Perhaps you can find your answer in finding the victor of your battle. (Final Boss? I do not know what this means... Perhaps this device contains some form of explanation of that term...)

Dear Concerned Ten-Year-Old,

I would like to begin by saying that you are either very clever or I am simply very, very slow. Allow me to try and comprehend the situation - You befriended someone that you have now lost track of, and now you have done many things I am not familiar with to try and track him down... I may not know what cross-referencing, gameshows or Omnitwitter are, but I will try to assist to the best of my ability. Has this Gildarts you speak of said anything of what he planned to do here? What had motivated him in the past? I would try to link such things to the various parts of the Omniverse, and from there I would have narrowed down my search.

I hope that you find who you are looking for - Though I am unsure I will find anything, I will ask around and see if I can find the man you are looking for.

Dear Special Forces Commander,

I am very sorry to hear about this - My heart goes out to her, more so because I was unable to give her an answer to her question. I do believe in a cause, and for her sake I will fight even harder every day. However, I have one question for you though I am unsure you can answer; Can Primes not reincarnate? Or have I been misinformed? Or was Mistress Soldier not a Prime?

...My apologies. It is not my position to intrude. I send my condolences.

Sincerely,
Agnès Oblige

[Guu]

Dear Agnès,

I didn’t mean that literally. It’s a figure of speech.

I meant two employees under me are currently dating each other and maybe sexually involved with one another. I fear the romance between co-workers might effect us on a professional level. What is your advice?

Sincerely, Concerned Professional

——

Dear Agnès,

Apparently, I was destined to be a chef, but my mom and so many other authority figures want me to be a soldier. I’ve joined up on their request and I’ve been in the forces long enough to gain the rank of Private First Class, and while I do love my platoon, I just feel more at home when I’m cooking.

I could just leave the military and follow my passions, but everyone would see me as a deserter. I’d be an outcast in my own community… What could someone like me do?

Sincerely, a Sad Onion

——

Dear Agnès,

Help me! I’m being hunted by a giant rock lobster! I’m in a Vasty! Come save me!

Please help! Distressed Individual.