015 [Written/Voice]

[fabrecation]

[The handwriting that suddenly appears is very sloppy, but still somewhat readable. It's a combination of being drugged, having messy handwriting in the first place, and having a cast on his arm to have to work around.]

I don't really remember what happened, so I'll try to write what I can here.

A weird girl attacked us while I was practicing with Master Van. She sang this song that made us all sleepy (a "fonic hymn", he called it... What's that?). I tried to stop her, but all of a sudden this... incredible power appeared between us, and next thing I knew I woke up here without a shirt on.

I don't see that girl anywhere... She probably ran off. She'd better not be going to attack Master Van again! That girl's got a lot of nerve, barging in on our practice session like that! If I see her again...!

Whatever that power was, it threw me somewhere I'm not familiar with. And it took my shirt and my pants! Now I've got these scratchy white pants, and I'm in the middle of some forest! I don't know how to get back, but I remember Master Van saying that moss grows on the... south side of a tree, so I guess I'll

[The writing suddenly stops. After a moment, the video button is accidentally brushed against as the writer appears to be busy flipping between pages with an ever increasing frown. The writer himself has the exact face and hair color of one Luke fon Fabre, but something seems... different about him. His hair is much longer, and the ends of his hair fade to a blond color, just like his wings, which he has not noticed yet. After a few more seconds of looking at the pages, he clenches his teeth and growls, and that's the last you'll see of him from the journal, because he just threw it aside.]



This isn't even my diary! Dammit, where the hell am I?!

[He gets up and glares off in the distance. And though you can't see him, you can certainly hear him as he yells off in a random direction.]

Hey, girl! Come out here and face up to what you did! You're a Malkuth soldier, aren't you? Are you trying to kidnap me again?! When my father hears that you kidnapped the son of Duke Fabre again, you'll be sorry you even tried attacking us!

...

And what the hell did you put on my arm?!

[He's not talking to anyone in particular. In fact, he really wishes he'd hear a response. He's mostly yelling just to get some kind of answer – even that girl would be nice by now. Luke has no idea where he is, nor how to get back... Maybe she'll know.]

[[ooc: Replies will be made with bratacus! And for the record, the Malnosso healed all his injuries; they were just too lazy to take the cast off. If anyone came to visit him while he was in the clinic, he probably got them to sign their name on it, so. Just a little tidbit.]]

Comments

voice

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

Luke? Hey, what's wrong?

[He sounds... different.]

voice

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

[His voice is definitely much harsher and louder than that of the Luke Ventus knows. This new voice, however, makes Luke whirl around... and see nothing there.

He blinks... then grits his teeth again as he yells in the direction of the journal.]

Stop playing around with me! Where the hell are you?!

1/2

[distressedude]

[...is someone scribbling in the journa- oh, hey, those are actual words!]

[...]

[What.]

[Voice] 2/2

[distressedude]

Luke, is that- [Wait, of course it's Luke. Just not normal Luke. Clearly the Malnosso had a strange sense of humor...]

[A-Ah, he dropped the journal...! Well, threw it.]

Luke, can you hear me?

[Voice]

[trueknight]

[...........................................

What.]

... Luke?

[... That ... can't be right. Uh, right?]

[Voice]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

[He spins at the voice - aaand finds nothing.

...

He'll play it cool. It's just a voice out of nowhere. Maybe he's hidden in the trees or something.]

Hey, I don't like being yanked around like this! Where the hell are you?!

[Voice]

[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

[Well... she doesn't talk to Luke very often but he seems to be acting a bit different from the last time Selphie spoke to him so she feels compelled to speak to him today.]

Luke, are you okay?

[Voice]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

[There's a few steps, and a quiet "What the hell?" before he yells out again.]

Quit hiding and tell me where you are, dammit!

[Voice]

[consultmybooks]

...if you'll stop kicking up a fuss, Luke, I'll show you where the map back to the village is.

[Yes, he can tell something is wrong. It's fairly obvious. Still...baby problems first.]

[Voice]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

["Map to the village", huh?

Luke's focusing more on the first part, though, and he turns to glare behind him, where the journal rests pages down. He ends up looking past it, as he isn't sure just where that voice is coming from.]

What did you say?

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

How could you mistake this for your diary?

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

[... Luke can't find a person to match that voice with, but that doesn't stop him from yelling at empty space.]

Shut up, I didn't have any other book with me! I thought it'd come with me or something!

[voice]

[silversnowfall]

[Hmm. Listening to him bicker for a while served a good purpose.]

Luke, isn't it? Have you been suitably informed about where you are?

[voice]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

[Luke's stopped in his journey to take shelter under a tree, now that it's raining again. He's cold, irritated and miserable, even with the prospect of Van being in the village. This new voice just makes him glare down at the journal.]

What, you know my name too?

voice;

[dragoneer]

Ahhh...Luke? Are you, um...you okay?

[Because you don't sound like you're in the best of spirits right now.]

voice;

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

[By this time Luke's found the shelter of a tree. He still doesn't know where he is, but he at least knows he has wings, and he's very irritated about it.

...

AND ALL THESE PEOPLE WHO KNOW HIS NAME.]

I'm not okay, and I don't remember you! So just leave me alone!

[ voice ]

[fourteen]

[ Xion doesn't remember much of the week of their joint kidnapping. She spent most of it unconscious, thanks to some choice drugs. But she does remember, early on, that Luke was in a cell right across from hers. They'd tried to reach other, arms reaching out through the bars ... but, of course, to no avail. After the third day or so, he'd vanished, too. Which would have been much to her great concern had she not spent more and more time unconscious after that.

She didn't see, or hear from him, the day she got back, so she assumed he hadn't been returned after all. Which really only made her MORE worried. If they'd taken him away, even in the holding cells ... what for?

.... well. Perhaps it was for this. He sounds different. His .... his hair.

It's long.

... what ... what did they do to him? Has he -- ....... is this even the same boy? For all she knows ... for all she knows, if this is Luke from before he cut his hair, then maybe .... then maybe he went home. And came back like this.

The thought makes her stiffen and she has to shove it aside or risk more panic. She still has yet to completely shake off the feelings of yesterday. ]

... You're ... you're Luke, right? [ ... ah. It hurts just to say. ]

[ voice ]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

[He's wet, he's cold, he's irritated, Master Van is not here and he has stupid wings and he tugged on one and it hurt and he doesn't want to get up -

And people keep calling his name like they know him, or they've been listening to him. It's been driving him up the wall.]

Yeah, what do you want now?

[voice]

[emp3thy]

[When you said you were a replica, Luke, that didn't mean there were more exact doubles running around somewhere, right? Because this personality shift is pretty dramatic.

The other people seem to have confirmed his identity, though, so Minato will roll with it.]

Has someone come to find you yet?

[voice]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

Some boy and his dragon. [Apparently. Luke's still not sure if he believes it, and he's quite tempted to just get up and go.]

Are you some other guy who knows me?

[magicrevelation.livejournal.com]

You sound scared, did something happen?


[Just staring.]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

Shut up, I'm not scared! I just don't know where the hell I am or how I even got here!

[markofthewise]

Malnosso have been messing with your brain, huh. [Not even a question. Nobody ever says "Yes! They've made me weird today."]

... did you do something with your hair?

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

[By this time Luke is huddled up against the tree, trying to avoid the rain and wincing with disgust when a drop of rain happens to make its way through the trees. When that new voice comes along, he bristles at that first part, but he's too tired to fight against it. These people are claiming that the Malnosso did everything, so fine, whatever. Maybe they did mess with his brain. It could be why he feels so foggy right now.

The second part, however...]

You've got a problem with my hair?

[Nothing] 1/2

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Oh, you have got to be kidding.]

[Nothing] 2/2

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Dist reads, rereads, and re-rereads this entry and cannot help but stare. He snorts, then leans back into his chair and cracks up laughing to the point of near tears.

Oh, this is hideous.

This is beautifully hideous indeed.

He'll be sure to send his condolences to Asch later.]

[Time for some ACTION]

[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

[It's raining, it's pouring, but one painter is taking a casual stroll through the forest. Miyabi had been picking herbs, berries, and wild mushrooms in the drizzle, balancing both a bright, blue parasol as well as a wicker basket in one hand. It's really coming down now though, and with her loot, she decided to head on home to her apartment room, to use the stove there. She was larger today, just to stay out of the rain while small. It's not easy traversing the undergrowth when it's raining, after all.

Luke may see a sudden light in the distance, as Miyabi had just lit a lantern to light the way in the gloom of the forest. She hasn't spotted him yet, but she has slowed down, hearing a voice in the distance and looking around curiously. Did someone just arrive? It was time for new feathers to appear...but she really can't help but be hopeful it may be someone she knew. Someone, hopefully, from Nippon. Or even one of her taken friends.]

[HELL YEAH ACKSHUN]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

[At the moment Luke is huddled under a tree, wet and cold and miserable, especially now that he knows Master Van isn't here. The one person he'd be happy to see, and he's not here. Not to mention this isn't Auldrant at all, though Luke is having a harder time accepting that.

He sees that light in the distance, and so he straightens up and calls out.]

Hey! You!

voice

[meteorical]

Wow...

Luke? Can you hear me? [Well Kairi that's a pretty stupid question, but she's almost wondering if this is even Luke.]

voice

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

[Luke's huddled up by the tree now, glaring up at the rain and occasionally flicking his head to get the wet hair out of his face... And that's when Kairi's voice comes in, and she says his name. Aaaah dammit. Not again...]

What, are you some other person who knows me?

voice

[perplexme]

...man you're obnoxious when you're confused.

voice

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

Shut up! It's not my fault I'm in some place I don't even know about!

1/2

[dissonates]

[Ohhhhh no, no no no no no no no. This cannot be happening. Life is not that cruel.

...Well, alright, life is always that cruel, but occasionally he has that hopeful moment that things will go reasonably well for a while. Thanks for squashing that little feeling again, Malnosso. He loves it when you do that.

He doesn't respond for a while. He waits, he watches, he puzzles over how to deal with this. He could easily just walk away, pretend he never saw it, wait in ignorance for things to improve. And if they didn't- no, this is an effect of his kidnapping, none of his things were missing.

Guy would've wanted him to say something, he knows. Guy would've wanted him to take care of this stupid, lost, clueless replica.

Guy's not here anymore. And maybe that's why he should speak up.]

[dissonates]

[And maybe, ultimately, it's because of all those thoughts that he finally does respond, in a voice Luke may find familiar- if only because it sounds almost exactly like his own.]

You- [You bastard, you dreck, you replica] I- [I hate you, I wish you didn't exist, I want you gone, I want the old Luke ba-] ...Tell me where you are.

[Dammit.]

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

[That's certainly new. Emil has never heard of peoples' hair spontaneously getting LONGER before, and Luke isn't acting like his usual self...]

Um, Luke?

[Voice]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

What? Look, I don't get how you know me, but I don't know you, okay?