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]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

[Back at home taking care of Luke the Rappig, one would guess.

Luke crosses his arms and scowls off to the side as she talks to him. Damn, but she sounds just like his father.]

Why can't you just tell me how to get home?

[Voice]

[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

If I knew how to get out of here, don't ya think I woulda done it by now?

[Voice]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

What's stopping you? Can't you just walk out and get out of here? Everyone else can do it.

[Except for him. So unfair...]

[Voice]

[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

Yeah... you go right ahead and walk into that barrier.

[Voice]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

A barrier? What do you mean a "barrier"?

[Voice]

[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

Something that prevents you from going somewhere.

[Voice]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

I know what a barrier is! But how is there one here?

[Voice]

[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

Because the people who brought us here don't want us to get out.

[Voice]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

Then let's go to them and tell them to get rid of it!

[Voice]

[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

That'd be nice but nobody knows where they are outside of the barrier.

[Voice]

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

Then what the hell are we supposed to do here?!