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015 [Written/Voice]

[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.]]

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[ .... whatishedoing ]

Luke, stop!

Shut up! I'm getting this thing off if it's the last thing I do! [CRACK CRACK CRACK]

Luke, stop, you're only going to hurt yourself! You can get it taken off in the village! [ For the first time she's raising her voice. ]

[The noises stop, though Luke doesn't head over just yet. For all he knows, they can't really do it, and she's just saying that to get him to stop.]

Who can do it? I want to talk to them right now!

There are two clinics in the village. Doctors at either one should be able to take it off for you. Please just stop shouting and hitting your arm against a rock.

[...

CRACK CRACK okay yeah ow that's starting to hurt.

After that, he stops and heads back over to the tree, wrapping his arms around himself and glaring up at the raining sky as he slides down the tree - only to lean away from it with a small yelp of pain. Stupid wings on his back...

But soon enough, he plops down and continues his moping.]

Then my escorts had better hurry up and get their asses over here.

[ ...

"I resolved to say goodbye to the person I once was. I never wanted to be that person again..."

And this is that person. The person who-- in Akzeriuth--

Her hand clenches around his ring. ]

... they'll go as fast as they can. [ A deep sigh. Almost idly, a bit faintly ] You know, we've been talking all this time and you don't even know my name.

[... Oh hey that's right. In fact, he doesn't know who any of these people are, save for the Fon Master.]

Then what is it?

... Xion. [ She picks up her journal, and her smile is still so sad. Heartbroken. It's like she can't help it. ] It's ... nice to meet you, Luke.

[... You know, Luke might be naive and oblivious, but even he can tell there's a load of sadness in that smile. It honestly irritates him as well as makes him feel awkward, so he frowns and looks ahead, away from the journal.]

Xion, then.

[No "it's nice to meet you too", no "thanks for helping me". It's not like Luke ever had to say anything like that, nor was he taught that it was better to say those things.

All he had was people telling him what was wrong. Not right.]

Luke. [ She laughs, just once, her sad smile turning into the kind of grin that only comes with tears, and she rubs at the corner of one eye. She keeps the tears at bay, though, and lowers her hand. It still has the chain dangling out of it, but the ring is hidden in the curl of her fingers.

I love you. I miss you. I'm scared you're never going to come back, so scared I can barely breathe, and you don't even know who I am. ]

Maybe when you finally get here, I can help you find a place to live. [ Just like ... like the first time they ever met. ]

[He glances at the journal again, catches a glimpse of the chain, but doesn't comment on it. It's a chain, so what? He's more focused on the fact it still looks like she's going to cry.

Does he really want help from a girl who might cry at the drop of a hat? Especially since he never knows what to do when he sees someone cry?

He looks away again. That's not the only problem he has with this tentative arrangement.]

I don't want to live here. I just want to get back home.

... you don't have a choice, Luke. [ She sobers, her expression becoming serious. ] When we get brought to Luceti ... we can't leave. Not when we want to, anyway. Sometimes people get sent home, but it's pretty random how it happens. That's why I've been here so long. We're all stuck in this place.

What -

I didn't ask for this! Where are these Malnosso guys - I'll make them send us back! I'm Luke fon Fabre; they have to send me back!

That's not how this works. [ For the first time, her voice is a little stern. ] Did you know there's a goddess here? Other people powerful enough to be gods and goddesses? There's royalty, too. Of all sorts of different worlds. The Malnosso don't care who you are ... or what you were supposed to do back home. Plus, we can't find them. It's been impossible for years to find them....

Luke, I'm sorry. I know how hard and scary this is. But we're really stuck here. You can't just ask to leave.

[He crosses his arms tightly over his chest and looks away, trying to hide that cringe on his face. This was... honestly scary. It was like being pulled into a horror story about ghosts, or bad situations. He doesn't like hearing that there's nothing he can do - he's Luke fon Fabre! He's never been denied of anything like this!

Except he has, back at the manor. It's just like a bigger, dirtier version of the manor. Out of one prison and into another. Thinking of it that way, his shoulders lose their tension.]

... Just like the last place I was at, then.

... I'm really sorry. I know what it's like... when I got here, I didn't know what to do. All I wanted was to go home. That's why I want to help you... because I've been there, too.

[ She knows he's referring to the Manor. With the maids, and his mother and his father. But this is before everyone looked at him like he was a monster...

Would it have been better if he'd never left? He never would have had to suffer. All those people... no. It was inevitable, wasn't it? Is it inevitable he'll find out here, too? ]

Maybe ... maybe we could even be friends. If you want. [ ... a very tentative smile, even though he's not looking at her right now. This is terrifying, but ... but if she could ... she can't just stop caring about him, stop loving him, even if the boy she fell in love with and this person are like two totally different people. She wants to spend time with him... just to see, with her own eyes, what the boy she loves was like before he cut off all that hair. ]

[That... earns a look of genuine surprise as he looks back at the journal. And even a small blush on his face. No one's ever told him that they could be friends... No one's even called him such a thing. It was always "Master Luke". And now this girl barely knows him and wants to be his friend.

He's not really sure what to say to that. Thus, he does the first thing that comes to mind and looks away again, because even he can feel that heat in his face.]

Sh-Shut up, you don't even know me! Why would you want to be friends with me? [And not the other way around, because he has to admit, it'd be nice to know someone as a friend rather than a servant. It's always been such a nice word in all the stories he's read.]

[ He's ... blushing?!

Startled, his blush makes HER blush, and she brings a hand up to her mouth, fingers splayed, before she realizes what she's doing and drops it. She smiles again, and it's a little stronger this time. ]

Because everyone deserves to have a friend. I'd be happy to be yours.

[He glances at the journal, only to look away again, suddenly feeling very nervous. It isn't her, but the concept of friendship. What does he do? Honestly, what does he do? He's never done this before! Everyone's always been a servant to him, or a hero (though that's just one person), or a parent (though that's... also one person, he never really liked his father enough to be considered one)! Guy... Guy's the closest thing to a friend, but even he's just a servant!

He brings his hands down to the wet ground and digs his fingers in (well, with one hand, as the other's trapped in a cast), only to yank them out with a look of disgust. Eww, mud... He still blushes, and he looks awkward despite the disgust, so he just fists his hands and - almost without even realizing it - he brings his casted arm back to press his hand against the back of his head, still looking down at his right fist with a frown.]

F... Fine. I guess we're... friends, or something.

[ Watching him is kind of a wonder. He's so visibly nervous and uncertain of himself... there's no question. He's never had a friend before. Not ever, not once in his life.

Though she knows maybe she shouldn't, she feels an incredible rush of sympathy for him. Almost pity. She can't help it. It's just so ... awful.

So she smiles for him, brilliant and warm and still a little sad. ]

Let me know when the others find you! Once you get back to the village I'll show you around. Okay?

[He glances at the journal again, bringing his casted arm around to scratch his fingers against his cheek. Some nervous habits never change.]

O... Okay. So I just... open this thing up and talk to you, right?

[ The gesture is so familiar it strikes right at her heart. This ... for better or for worse, this IS the boy she loves. He may be different... but it's still him. And no matter how awful he acts, even to her, she'll love him just the same.

So she briefly shuts her eyes, and sighs, then reopens them to nod. ] Uh huh. I'll be waiting.

... Fine.

[He stays silent for an awkward moment... then quickly shuts the journal to try and think about this new thing. A friend, huh...

...

Now what does a friend do.]

[ Oh, well. Friends don't make their friends cry. But at least Luke didn't intend to do so. She just can't help the few quiet tears that roll down her face on a breathless laugh after he shuts the book, and she shuts her eyes. This is so ... strange, and hard, and scary, and...

And...

... well, maybe seeing him in person can help her confirm whether or not he actually went home and came back like this. That would certainly set her mind at ease... in the scenario that he never left. If this is, in fact, an all-new Luke, well ... well ...

She doesn't want to think about that.

So she dries her face and shuts her journal and waits for him to call her. ]

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