[replica model] • LUKE FON FABRE (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fabrecation) wrote2011-07-03 07:42 pm
fabrecation) wrote2011-07-03 07:42 pm
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!
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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.]
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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.]]
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.]
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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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I still don't know where the hell I am.
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Well, uh...this is going to sound kind of strange, considering how you, um, you know. Don't remember me. But...I have dragon you've met before, so he knows your scent. We could come find you.
...That is, if you wanted us to.
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... But how does this stuttery kid have a dragon?]
... Sure, come get me. Not like I'd know where to go. And I don't want these pants getting any dirtier.
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Just, to, um. Give me some direction, do you see any landmarks around you? Mountains? A village? A river, maybe?
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The river's off to the right. I'm going to it.
[No buts, he's off, getting under the trees whenever he can. Thankfully, he's carrying that journal with him. But he's never seen a river before, and despite how much this place is sucking by the second, he'd... really like to see what it looks like.]
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[And he does. He closes his journal is out the door, clicking into Toothless' harness and setting off towards the river.]
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[And he keeps the journal open, because he'd rather not have communications cut short. He doesn't like feeling alone... Truly alone at that.]
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Soon enough, though, Hiccup spots a familiar redhead by the river. He urges Toothless downward, spiraling towards the ground without much hurry.]
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There's an odd noise in the air, so he looks up... And SHIT THAT'S A REAL DRAGON
Luke lets out a short yell and scrambles back against a tree, pressing his back against it, though he cringes thanks to how the trunk is pressing against his wings. IT LOOKS LIKE A MONSTER LUKE HAS NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS EXCEPT IN BOOKS AAAAAAAAAAAAA]
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As Hiccup hops off, he gives Luke a curious look. Nice hair, dude. It was even more surprising in real life than it had been on the journal. Had he been kidnapped to lose all his memories, become a brat and grow his hair out?
...He just shakes his head. Hoo boy.]
Down, Toothless. Don't get too close.
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Luke reaches a shaking hand back towards his back - only to realize that his sword isn't there. Even if it was there, it's just a wooden sword, so it wouldn't really do him much good. So, Luke just grips the tree and leans his head away, trying to get as far away from Toothless as he can.]
G-Get that thing away from me!
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Sorry about that, he's just...well, never mind. Are you okay with riding him?
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He keeps staring at the dragon with wide eyes, though the question makes him shoots his gaze to Hiccup.]
We're riding on it?!
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Weeeeell, yeah, that's the idea. I-I mean, I guess we could walk back if you're, um, nervous about it.
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[Okay. Okay, he can... he can do this. He steps away from the tree he's pressed himself against, and he slowly reaches out a shaking hand towards Toothless.]
It's... He's not going to attack me or anything, right?
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J-just, um...as long as you're okay with it.
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[That kid came riding in, so... so he should be okay, right?]
So... What do I do, just... hop on?
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I'll get buckled in, and then...you'll have to just, um, hold on to me.
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[SIGH. It's not like he's that uncomfortable with holding onto people, it's just that... well... he hasn't done any of that since he was a kid! But if it keeps him from falling out or getting eaten, then...]
... Fine. Get buckled in already.
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[Hiccup swings one peg leg over Toothless' back, while the dragon tosses his head and rolls his eyes. Man, Hiccup. Your friend sure turned into a moron.]
I'll get you some fish later, I promise. The really good kind.
[He glances back at Luke.]
Oh...kay. Get on.
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[He'll just. Climb on carefully then, and bring his arms around Hiccup's torso to hold on. Sure, it's a little awkward, but it's better than the alternative.]
D-Don't go too fast, okay?
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[He does not need Luke freaking out and falling off and hating him forever.
Toothless launches himself off the ground, going faster than he probably should, but still being a little careful.]
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AAAH!!
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I'll, um...drop you off in the plaza? Or...is there anyone you know you want to go to?
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