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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!

...

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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Luke? Hey, what's wrong?

[He sounds... different.]

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

[...]

[What.]

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

What.]

... Luke?

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

[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?

...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.]

How could you mistake this for your diary?

[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?

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

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

[ 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. ]

Edited 2011-07-04 04:34 (UTC)

[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?

You sound scared, did something happen?

[Just staring.]

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?

[Oh, you have got to be kidding.]

[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.]

Wow...

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

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

[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.]

[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?

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