[replica model] • LUKE FON FABRE (
fabrecation) wrote2011-07-03 07:42 pm
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[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!
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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.]
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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.]]
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.]
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If you pick it up, you should be able to see me.
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But then he stops, and he holds up both hands while glancing at the trees.]
No, I don't think so! How do I know you're not going to jump out and knock me out or something? I'm in Malkuth, aren't I? You're just going to try and kidnap me again!
[He can't help being overly suspicious. He's all alone, and he's never been anywhere without the assurance that someone was around the corner.]
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This isn't Malkuth or Kimlasca. I'd be more than happy to explain, but it's a little difficult to have a conversation when I have to shout so you can hear me.
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But it doesn't take too long for Luke to turn the book over and narrow his eyes down at the little picture of Ion. He hadn't seen that before... Maybe he was telling the truth after all.
Luke's too busy feeling just a little scared to really care about that, though. Not that he'd admit it.]
If I'm not in Malkuth or Kimlasca, then where the hell am I?
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You're near a village called Luceti. Do you see a river nearby? It should help you find your way here.
[Best to save the "we're not in
KansasAuldrant anymore" conversation for when Luke isn't wandering around the woods by himself.][Voice]
[But his slight wonderment is cut short by the sound of rumbling in the sky. Ooooh, no! First he's lost, now it's going to rain on him!]
Look, hurry up, so what do I do when I find this river of yours?
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[He shoots a glance out the window.] ...and maybe bring you something to wear in case it starts to rain.
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[... Wait a second.]
And didn't you say my name earlier?
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[...at the very least, he can use that to his advantage.]
That's right, I never had the chance to introduce myself. I'm Ion, Fon Master of the Order of Lorelei. I'm an acquaintance of your instructor, Van. [A smile.] I've heard him mention your name before and figured it was you when you mentioned him in your writing.
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Any hint of irritation seems to melt away when he hears about Van.]
Master Van? Is he here? Did he come looking for me?
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You should work on finding the village first. I'd hate for you to be wandering out in the rain. You might catch a cold.
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[Suddenly he CAN'T WAIT to find this village!!]
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That's right. Hopefully you'll arrive before the weather changes... [And Ion's already getting ready to go out, complete with a coat for Luke and an umbrella for each of them.
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PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH and the rain pours down.
Luke lets out a "dammit!" before he ducks under a tree and huddles up there, knees pulled up and his back against the tree -
Which makes him feel his wings.]
Ow - What the...
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G-GAH!
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[He heard that extra cry though. Unfortunately, Luke re-discovering his wings isn't the first thing that jumps to mind as the reason for it.]
Luke? Is everything all right?
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[THUNK. Too late.]
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Luke!?
[...he's going to have to go find Luke himself, isn't he?]
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Dammit, you could've told me that sooner...
[He's not down enough to stop bitching, at least.]
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Can you see the mountains from where you are right now? If you tell me which direction the water is flowing in relation to them, I might be able to try meeting you half-way.
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Wait...
Luke slowly uncurls from his ball and narrows his eyes at the journal.]
You're the Fon Master?
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