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.]]

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[dissonates]

[There, that settles it. Asch leans back, his glare leveling out into more of a calm detachment. He's not out to traumatize the idiot, he just wants the replica to shut up and behave himself for a few seconds.]

That's all you need to know. You should follow my advice if you want to survive here.

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

You... Who are you? Why do you look like me...? [Following his advice can wait. Luke was never told about having a twin or anything, and he's sure that kind of thing doesn't go unsaid by at least one person.]

[dissonates]

You can call me Asch. I told you, that's all you need to know. Are you going to listen or not?

[He's not holding his breath, but.]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

H-Hold on -

[After staring at that image, seeing himself yet not, Luke has to lean out of the journal's range to cough into a trembling hand, trying to fight down that sick feeling in his stomach. His face, his voice - what was that person - Asch doing with them?

Thankfully, he's able to fight it down. He still leans out of range, though, because while that immediate feeling has lessened, his stomach is still churning. His throat feels dry when he speaks, and he keeps his hand over his mouth.]

Why- [Do you look like me?] You're- [Not me, but-] Wh... What did you say?

[dissonates]

I said get yourself in plain sight so they can find you. Surely even you can manage something as simple as that.

[The truth is obviously messing with Luke, so Asch doesn't bother sharing more. Knowing he has a lookalike out there is probably enough.]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

[It's almost as if he's not realizing that his legs are moving. Luke stands, hand still over his mouth, and staggers to an opening in the trees. The rain that suddenly hits him snaps him out of it, and he snaps his gaze down at Asch with clenched teeth.]

I'm... I'm seeing things, aren't I? You can't... Why do you have my face?!

[dissonates]

[...Wow, Luke, and you were almost starting to endear yourself to him. ....Almost.

...Well okay, not at all, but the faint glimmer of hope for it is gone again.]

Idiot, and just how often do you hallucinate?

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

[Well, Luke does hear voices. Well, a voice. It's no stretch for him to see things, too. But still.]

I'm not an idiot! But you're... No one ever told me about a brother, so you can't be...

[dissonates]

[Asch's response is, perhaps, a little too quick.]

You are not my brother!!

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

[The shouting from Asch just makes Luke shout right back.]

Then who are you?!

[dissonates]

[Dammit, dammit, dammit stop it-]

Stop asking me that damned question! It's not your business!

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

It is my business when you look just like me!!

[dissonates]

It's my choice, and I say you have no reason to know! Shut up about it!

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

[Luke lets out a growl... But he knows he's defeated, so he just glares up at the sky instead.]

You're so obnoxious...

[dissonates]

And you're a clueless dreck, just like always. I said what needed to be said, go bother someone else.

[Without another word he slams the journal shut. He's going to stay far, far away from this particular replica until whatever's going on has worn off.]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

I'm not -

[Aaand the journal just got shut on him.

...

WELL. With another frustrated growl, Luke throws the journal down and presses it into the mud with his foot.]

I'm not a clueless dreck, you stupid bugface!!