fabrecation | 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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[He's hearing that rumbling as well. ... Perfect B)]

Now that's just rude. You really shouldn't get something like me pissed off, you know. Things happen to people who do that.

Wh... What kind of things?

[HE'S NOT SCARED, he just. Doesn't know where the damn voice is coming from and he WANTS TO KNOW.]

Oh, you know ... Things.

[Poor Luke. If only you just took a closer look at that journal, then you'd see the jackass who's telling you all this with an enormous smirk on his face. It's just his way of showing he cares, really.]

You'll see soon enough. Don't worry.

I don't want to see anything! Just shut up and leave me alone!

[STOMP STOMP STOMP. He's going towards the journal again, since he could've sworn the voice was coming from that way.]

Sorry, can't do that.

Yes you can! You just shut your mouth and leave!

[He finally comes to a stop right near the journal and stares down at it, though the pages are facing the ground again. ... Oh, no way.]

Well, if you insist, then all right. I'll just go ahead and leave you to starve to death in some rainy forest.

[And he KICKS THE JOURNAL OVER at the last few words. Sees Yuri talking.

And POINTS, as if it still hasn't really sunken in that it's a BOOK Yuri's talking out of.]

HA! There you are! You're not some stupid disembodied voice, you're...

...

A book?

[For a second there, he thought Luke finally figured it out. He was all ready to stop trolling and actually help a little, even though he was ... well, different, personality-wise. It was still Luke, after all.

... Then Luke said Yuri was a book.]

... And you're a lost cause.

... What did you say?

What, are you hard of hearing, too? [sigh] Man, it's a real good thing you've got people trying to help you out here, or else you really would be left to starve to death out there.

Stop making fun of me! I've never seen a talking book before, okay?!

Which is exactly why I'm making fun of you -- I'm not a talking book.

You're sure talking from it.

Yeah, but that's about all I'm doing. Just 'cause I'm talking through it doesn't mean I'm in it, or whatever you're thinking it.

So you're not actually in the book... [He finally picks it up, a contemplating frown on his face. Noooow he's getting it.]

You're talking to it just like I am, right?

Now you're catching on. [Finally. Sheesh.]

Then what was all that about a "disembodied voice"?!

Hmm? ... No idea what you're talking about.

What the... You just talked about it!

Huh. Strange. [A small pause where he ~~pretends to~~ think about this.] You sure it was me who said that?

Yes, I'm sure. It had your voice and everything!

Really? Man, those things are getting tricky.

You...

[Luke lets out a noise of frustration and very nearly flips the journal away again, but instead just turns his head up and away and shuts his eyes. The perfect snooty look.]

Man, you're obnoxious.

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