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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.]

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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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[.............. 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.]

Luke. [ She laughs, just once, her sad smile turning into the kind of grin that only comes with tears, and she rubs at the corner of one eye. She keeps the tears at bay, though, and lowers her hand. It still has the chain dangling out of it, but the ring is hidden in the curl of her fingers.

I love you. I miss you. I'm scared you're never going to come back, so scared I can barely breathe, and you don't even know who I am. ]

Maybe when you finally get here, I can help you find a place to live. [ Just like ... like the first time they ever met. ]

[He glances at the journal again, catches a glimpse of the chain, but doesn't comment on it. It's a chain, so what? He's more focused on the fact it still looks like she's going to cry.

Does he really want help from a girl who might cry at the drop of a hat? Especially since he never knows what to do when he sees someone cry?

He looks away again. That's not the only problem he has with this tentative arrangement.]

I don't want to live here. I just want to get back home.

... you don't have a choice, Luke. [ She sobers, her expression becoming serious. ] When we get brought to Luceti ... we can't leave. Not when we want to, anyway. Sometimes people get sent home, but it's pretty random how it happens. That's why I've been here so long. We're all stuck in this place.

What -

I didn't ask for this! Where are these Malnosso guys - I'll make them send us back! I'm Luke fon Fabre; they have to send me back!

That's not how this works. [ For the first time, her voice is a little stern. ] Did you know there's a goddess here? Other people powerful enough to be gods and goddesses? There's royalty, too. Of all sorts of different worlds. The Malnosso don't care who you are ... or what you were supposed to do back home. Plus, we can't find them. It's been impossible for years to find them....

Luke, I'm sorry. I know how hard and scary this is. But we're really stuck here. You can't just ask to leave.

[He crosses his arms tightly over his chest and looks away, trying to hide that cringe on his face. This was... honestly scary. It was like being pulled into a horror story about ghosts, or bad situations. He doesn't like hearing that there's nothing he can do - he's Luke fon Fabre! He's never been denied of anything like this!

Except he has, back at the manor. It's just like a bigger, dirtier version of the manor. Out of one prison and into another. Thinking of it that way, his shoulders lose their tension.]

... Just like the last place I was at, then.

... I'm really sorry. I know what it's like... when I got here, I didn't know what to do. All I wanted was to go home. That's why I want to help you... because I've been there, too.

[ She knows he's referring to the Manor. With the maids, and his mother and his father. But this is before everyone looked at him like he was a monster...

Would it have been better if he'd never left? He never would have had to suffer. All those people... no. It was inevitable, wasn't it? Is it inevitable he'll find out here, too? ]

Maybe ... maybe we could even be friends. If you want. [ ... a very tentative smile, even though he's not looking at her right now. This is terrifying, but ... but if she could ... she can't just stop caring about him, stop loving him, even if the boy she fell in love with and this person are like two totally different people. She wants to spend time with him... just to see, with her own eyes, what the boy she loves was like before he cut off all that hair. ]

[That... earns a look of genuine surprise as he looks back at the journal. And even a small blush on his face. No one's ever told him that they could be friends... No one's even called him such a thing. It was always "Master Luke". And now this girl barely knows him and wants to be his friend.

He's not really sure what to say to that. Thus, he does the first thing that comes to mind and looks away again, because even he can feel that heat in his face.]

Sh-Shut up, you don't even know me! Why would you want to be friends with me? [And not the other way around, because he has to admit, it'd be nice to know someone as a friend rather than a servant. It's always been such a nice word in all the stories he's read.]

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