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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 wet, he's cold, he's irritated, Master Van is not here and he has stupid wings and he tugged on one and it hurt and he doesn't want to get up -

And people keep calling his name like they know him, or they've been listening to him. It's been driving him up the wall.]

Yeah, what do you want now?

[ She almost shuts the journal. After everything that's happened since the beginning of June, she can't take him snapping at her.

Nearly. She holds it together, though the look on her face is just a wonder. If one defines "a wonder" as "muddled heartbreak." She knows he can see her through the journal and is trying to decide how much she cares. In the meantime, she does not really look at him and answers very quietly. ]

I don't want anything. Except ... to help you, if you'll let me.

[... Weird. People don't usually react to his snapping by looking like they're about to cry. Except a maid or two. Occasionally. But it always makes him feel awkward, and this time is no different, so he lets out a huff of a breath and looks away. It's hard seeing people cry, especially girls.]

D-Don't make that face, okay?! I could... use some help, I guess.

[ "Don't make that face" ...

For the first time, she actually looks up at him. Through that little picture. She feels the sudden, powerful desire to see him in person at the exact same time as she has the thought that seeing him would be an absolutely terrible idea right now. She really would start to cry, and he doesn't need that. He's probably confused enough. ]

... okay. [ She tries a smile. It doesn't last very long. She still looks pretty upset. ] What have you been told so far?

[Whatever her problem is, it's probably not as bad as all of his. After all, she only looked upset when he yelled at her. Maybe she's just emotional.

He glances at her, then makes a face and pulls his knees up, staring up at the rain with a scowl. The cast is still on his arm, though it looks like a part of it is chipped away thanks to him trying to hit it against something in an attempt to get it off.]

I'm in some dump called Luceti, I can't get out of here, it's not Auldrant, and I've got wings that hurt if you pull on them. Is there anything else I should know?

[He doesn't sound particularly curious, though. More annoyed than anything, and as if he knows there's a lot more that he needs to know. He's not sure if he wants to hear it or not, but it does feel a little like he's being kept in the dark.]

[ Oh, no, definitely not. Right now, Luke fon Fabre definitely has all the hardest problems in the world.

She notices the cast -- and opens her mouth to ask about it, remembering what he was saying about it before .... -- only to shut it again when she realizes he'll want to know why she's asking.

She's silent for a long moment. ]

... V -- Master Van isn't ... he's not here. Um ... you'll need to find a place to live. [ ... he can't stay with Asch. Not now. Aside from the fact that Asch will probably murder him ... what if he finds out-- so suddenly? But-- ... she's going to have to wait and see if Asch even replies to this...

Without realizing it, she's begun to bite her lip. She swallows her anxiety and speaks again. ] Your clothing should be in the village. There's a store. When people first arrive, sometimes the Malnosso take their things and put them in that store. But you'll be able to find everything before too long.

[Luke purses his lips at that. Yeah... he figured out Van wasn't here, either. That's probably one of the worst things; getting his hopes built up only to have them crashed down. If anyone could've gotten them out of here, it'd be his master. He honestly looks a little sad by the news...

... Except when he thinks about it. And he raises his eyebrows, and his gaze snaps to the journal.]

You know Master Van? ... Wait, why are you calling him Master?

[He's his only student! He should be...!

The rest of what she says is only half-registered. He'll have to simmer down a little before it really hits.]

[ ... funny ... she'd had to stop herself from just calling him "Van." Calling him "Master Van" instead had been the correction. She actually smiles a very faint smile, and her voice is gentle. ]

You remember that journal entry you started to write? Anyone else with a journal like yours could see all of that. You called him Master Van, didn't you? [ She shakes her head. ] So I thought I should call him that too. Anyway, I've been here for a long time. If anyone with that name had ever been here, I'd probably know! That's all.

[.............. Well. Maybe he can simmer down quicker than he thought.

It seems as if the hackles he raised have suddenly lowered, as his shoulders lose their tension and his frown lessens a little. That's right... He did write about Master Van, didn't he? He's still a little foggy, so he'd forgotten.]

You've been living in this place? [Were he more coherent and feeling less like a wet dog, his tone would be harsh, as if wondering how in the world the girl can live in a dump like this. Since he isn't those things, though, he just sounds a little dull. He's tired of it all. And just tired in general.]

Edited 2011-07-04 05:51 (UTC)

... for a year and nine months now. [ ... ] Sometimes it's awful, and sometimes it's not so bad. There are a lot of really special people here.

[ ...

"You're not just memories, Xion. Not anymore. You're... way more than that.

You're Xion."

There is a ring, on a chain around her neck. Its weight is suddenly extraordinary.

She rushes on. ]

And ... you can learn a lot from this place. I learned more here than I think I ever knew back home. So ... it's not all bad. I promise. Is ... is anyone coming to get you?

Edited 2011-07-04 06:42 (UTC)

[...

He rubs at his face. Damn it, he doesn't want to hear any of this. He just wants to wake up and be at the manor again, and train with Master Van, and let Guy watch, and be bored all day... If this is what the outside world is like, then Luke would rather stay safe within the manor.]

I've learned enough already! I just want to go home!

[He frowns as the other part of her question hits him.]

... I think a couple of guys are coming to get me. And a dragon. And they're sure taking their sweet time about it.

... we all do, Luke. [ Still gently. The "we" is a general we; better to sort herself into that group for now than risk setting herself apart and have to explain why.

--wait, a dragon? That has to be Hiccup and Toothless... and someone else? ]

It takes time to get around here. The village is kinda big, and the area surrounding it is huge! And you have to walk everywhere... [ ... except for her, anyway. This feels like a lot of lies, somehow. She sets the journal down so that she's no longer in the image, and ... reaches for the chain around her neck, pulling it up and off. She pools chain and ring in the palm of her hand with an impossibly sad look on her face while she continues to talk. At least he can't see her now. ]

Just be patient, okay? They'll make it there before too long. Maybe I can tell you some other things about this place in the meantime.

[Why would they all want to? Don't they live here?

Then again, he lives in the manor and he's been wanting to get out for years. Maybe it's something like that. This place is a dump and all.

He lets out a barely audible grumble over the fact that he has to walk everywhere; his feet already hurt from walking all over twigs and rocks, and though it didn't hurt at first (and upon feeling them, he realized his feet were a lot tougher than they were just a little while ago), now they ache. And he still has this stupid cast...]

Why'd they put this cast on me? It's stupid! I can't even move my arm or anything!

[ ... because you broke your arm. You nearly died fighting a friend of ours who had turned into a monster and I had to save your life. I brought you to a clinic and they put a cast on your arm. I guess the Malnosso just never took it off. ]

I don't know. Who knows why they do the things they do? The Malnosso ... they're awful, cruel scientists. They like to experiment on us.

They're a pain, that's what!

[There's some shuffling noises as Luke gets fed up enough to stand and walk away from the journal. brb Xion, there's now a banging noise as Luke tries once again to hit his cast against a large rock in an effort to get it off.]

You - stupid - thing - get - off!

[ .... whatishedoing ]

Luke, stop!

Shut up! I'm getting this thing off if it's the last thing I do! [CRACK CRACK CRACK]

Luke, stop, you're only going to hurt yourself! You can get it taken off in the village! [ For the first time she's raising her voice. ]

[The noises stop, though Luke doesn't head over just yet. For all he knows, they can't really do it, and she's just saying that to get him to stop.]

Who can do it? I want to talk to them right now!

There are two clinics in the village. Doctors at either one should be able to take it off for you. Please just stop shouting and hitting your arm against a rock.

[...

CRACK CRACK okay yeah ow that's starting to hurt.

After that, he stops and heads back over to the tree, wrapping his arms around himself and glaring up at the raining sky as he slides down the tree - only to lean away from it with a small yelp of pain. Stupid wings on his back...

But soon enough, he plops down and continues his moping.]

Then my escorts had better hurry up and get their asses over here.

[ ...

"I resolved to say goodbye to the person I once was. I never wanted to be that person again..."

And this is that person. The person who-- in Akzeriuth--

Her hand clenches around his ring. ]

... they'll go as fast as they can. [ A deep sigh. Almost idly, a bit faintly ] You know, we've been talking all this time and you don't even know my name.

[... Oh hey that's right. In fact, he doesn't know who any of these people are, save for the Fon Master.]

Then what is it?

... Xion. [ She picks up her journal, and her smile is still so sad. Heartbroken. It's like she can't help it. ] It's ... nice to meet you, Luke.

[... You know, Luke might be naive and oblivious, but even he can tell there's a load of sadness in that smile. It honestly irritates him as well as makes him feel awkward, so he frowns and looks ahead, away from the journal.]

Xion, then.

[No "it's nice to meet you too", no "thanks for helping me". It's not like Luke ever had to say anything like that, nor was he taught that it was better to say those things.

All he had was people telling him what was wrong. Not right.]

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