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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...which part did you want me to repeat?

Me kicking up a fuss! I don't even know where I am!

Luceti? Malnosso? Wings on your back just there?

...none of that's ringing a bell, then.

Am I supposed to remember...

[SIGH. Normally he wouldn't say anything regarding the matter after realization hits, but there's no one around to snap at him. So, he speaks as if he's been through this several times.] Look, I'm sorry, but I don't remember any of my childhood. I lost all of my memories from back then.

...I'm not referring to memories of your childhood, I'm afraid.

Although it does appear as though someone has been tampering with your memories.

... What - Who? Who did it this time?!

- And where's my dia - my journal?! I'm supposed to keep it on me for things like this! [There's some sounds of rustling, like he's looking through the bushes and leaves. The weird, disembodied voice isn't nearly as important as the new memory crisis.]

Beings called the Malnosso. The ones responsible for bringing you here, to Luceti.

...your journal might be in the shops.

[... What. WHAT.

WHIRLING AROUND TOWARDS THAT VOICE NOW.]

They're selling my journal?! They can't do that! Where are they, I'll make them take me back and give me my journal back! [Not only is that diary important to him, but there are also some embarrassing things in there that he doesn't want anyone else to see.]

...yes, I admit, I could have phrased that better.

No one is selling anything. The Malnosso just leave our personal effects in the shops for us to find later.

Then take me to this shop, I need that thing back before someone else takes it!

I'm in the village, actually. Which, from the looks of things, you aren't.

...I'd be happy to go and look for your journal, and bring it to you.

Then do it already! [omgeez, this guy keeps talking and not actually doing it...!]

[Without further preamble, Giles hangs up the journal.]

((ooc: Just to check - would it be there?))

... Hey. Hey!

[Luke lets out a noise of frustration and toss the journal lightly to the side, then looks around the area. Damn, but he feels more alone than ever right now.]

((ooc: No, actually! Luke's already got it back at his apartment. :|b))

[A little over half an hour later, Giles will trying contact Luke again.]

No journal. At least...no journals that already had writing in them.

Sorry.

[And Luke practically scrambles for the journal and opens it up, though he tries not to appear too panicked. No journal, huh... At least no one can look at it and see what all he wrote.]

Don't cut me off like that again, jeez!

... Maybe I can use this journal instead.

My apologies. I'll be certain to remember that.

...you're meant to use this journal instead. Every village has one. I would advise you to remember, however, that anything you write can be read by others.

Then what's the point of using it? You keep a journal to write about your life in case you forget, not to let other people see it!

They have blank ones that aren't enchanted, if you're interested.

... They do?

[For the first time, Luke's voice isn't quite as harsh as it was when it was blared over the network.]

Oh, yes. Decent enough ones. I have one that I use for my own thoughts.

I could bring one by.

[Anything to stop Luke throwing another temper tantrum.]

... Yeah, sure. Just make sure I can open it easily, I hate those journals that shut on me while I'm writing.

...what a specific request.

But I'll do my best.

[If this was the Luke Giles knew in the past, he'd thank him for all that trouble.

But this Luke has never said that word in his life. So, he looks away.]

Yeah, okay. I still don't know where I am...

[And if this was the Luke Giles knew in the past, Giles wouldn't have hung up on him and wouldn't be quite so sarcastic and short at him. But, well, he's never had much patience for brats.]

It's called Luceti. It's a very large bubble in a world other than the one you normally call home. We're all stuck here until it sees fit to send us home, and until then we're experimented on by the Malnosso.

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