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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!

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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.]]

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[He glances at the journal again, bringing his casted arm around to scratch his fingers against his cheek. Some nervous habits never change.]

O... Okay. So I just... open this thing up and talk to you, right?

[ The gesture is so familiar it strikes right at her heart. This ... for better or for worse, this IS the boy she loves. He may be different... but it's still him. And no matter how awful he acts, even to her, she'll love him just the same.

So she briefly shuts her eyes, and sighs, then reopens them to nod. ] Uh huh. I'll be waiting.

... Fine.

[He stays silent for an awkward moment... then quickly shuts the journal to try and think about this new thing. A friend, huh...

...

Now what does a friend do.]

[ Oh, well. Friends don't make their friends cry. But at least Luke didn't intend to do so. She just can't help the few quiet tears that roll down her face on a breathless laugh after he shuts the book, and she shuts her eyes. This is so ... strange, and hard, and scary, and...

And...

... well, maybe seeing him in person can help her confirm whether or not he actually went home and came back like this. That would certainly set her mind at ease... in the scenario that he never left. If this is, in fact, an all-new Luke, well ... well ...

She doesn't want to think about that.

So she dries her face and shuts her journal and waits for him to call her. ]

[It's a few hours later when Luke finally opens the journal to call on her. He'd been so tired that after Ion brought him to remove his cast, find him some clothes and take him to his home, Luke had fallen asleep almost immediately. And he dreamed of someone who looked just like him, mocking him...

Now that he's awake, though, he figures he shouldn't keep her waiting for long. So, he opens it up to talk to her, and... tries to wipe away the mud covering the camera with a tissue. He'd been throwing that thing around so much that it became pretty dirty... He almost hates to use it, but it seems to be the only way to get any messages around here quickly. It really is convenient, compared to carrier pigeons.]

Hey, Xion? Open up already!

[ In the hours he'd been gone, Xion had done a lot of ... worrying. She even went to talk to Kairi -- seeking comfort, guidance, anything.

And then she'd spent time alone. Thinking. Reading. And, eventually, as the hours wore on, dozing. So when she hears Luke's voice from her open journal, she startles awake without realizing-- ]

Lu--!

[ --that this is not ... he's not. He's not... ]

... hey, Luke. [ She composes herself and picks up the journal, which was open next to her. Her smile is tired, but not sad, like before. ]

So, uh... Where do we meet for this thing? [Is she just going to... come over, or...?]

Well ... where are you now? It's been a few hours...

I'm at some house - The Fon Master brought me here.

...

[brb he's going to actually look and see which house it is.]

It's got some weird symbol on it. Kind of like an upside-down one, whatever that's supposed to mean... [Because what are addresses even. He'll even write it, and... it actually is the number one. But Xion probably already knows how weird the Fonic language can be.]

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[ So he's not at the apartment... good. That's for the best. ] House one... Right? You draw it kinda funny. I know where that is. I'll be there in a few minutes, okay?

[ She'll shut the journal without waiting for him to reply. Strange Fonic symbols aside, jeez. She needs to go get ready ... but really, she needs to calm her nerves. Luke... ]

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What the hell? That's not -

["what one looks like", but now the journal's shut. Okay brosis, if you want to have a friendship with Luke fon Fabre, you must not cut him off mid-sentence or ignore him.

HE'LL IGNORE IT FOR NOW with a grumble that sounded something like "women" and maybe something about Guy having a point in not liking them, but he might as well go wait for her in the living room. Hopefully she won't start crying on him or anything.]

[ She needed to collect herself, okay. YOU try going to see your boyfriend-turned-complete-fuckass who doesn't remember you and everything you promised each other and still feel helplessly in love with him even though he's being a jerk to you!!

She puts on a dress, grabs her journal, and heads out of the house. A quick portal takes her most of the way there. She walks the last minute or two to the house, hesitating as she looks up at it.

...

Finally, she approaches and knocks on the door, trying very hard to keep her composure. She mostly succeeds. ]

[Luke himself is wearing something like this (http://i.imgur.com/wSg9G.png) (save for the hair style, of course), though he only wears the jacket because his left arm ended up all pale and gross looking after he got the cast off. He'd rather not see it until it looks good again, and the same goes for everyone else. Though the gloves don't hide the fact that his left fingers are a little paler than the right. It's not like anyone will look that closely, anyway.

Once he hears that knock, Luke gets up and moves to answer the door. Surely Xion couldn't have made it here that fast, right?]

Who -

...

Gee, you sure got here quick...

[She's got a pretty face. Too bad she's sad all the time...]

...

[ One of her hands moves slightly behind her, so he can't see her fist her hand in her dress. So tightly, in fact, her knuckles turn white and her hand starts to shake.

But it's all hidden, and she lets go soon enough. She smiles at him, though it's still this strange, pale thing. ]

I live close by. [ She nods her head in the direction of the road. ] Come on, you ready to go?

[He glances down the road, then steps outside and shuts the door with a frown on his face and an umbrella hooked on his right arm. It'd been raining on and off all day - Luke knew that for a fact, as he had to stand right in the middle of it. But it's also hot, and he knows he'll have to shed his jacket unless he wants to sweat and feel gross again.]

Yeah yeah... You're just going to show me around, right?

[ Right... the rain must have stopped while she was dozing. She didn't even think about it. She looks at his umbrella, then up at the grey sky ... kind of fits her unhappy mood.

Ahem. she looks back down at him, fights off another wave of emotion like bile in her throat, and nods. ]

Uh huh. We'll start with the village plaza. That's where most of the important stuff is, and it's not far from here.

[He raises an eyebrow at all of her reactions, and he can't help narrowing his eyes before shutting them and shrugging it off. What an emotional girl... Smiling and then looking sick and then almost crying. Jeez... Hopefully he won't get sick of it by the end of the day. Friends don't get sick of friends, huh.]

Sure, lead the way... [He sighs, and glances to the side towards the forest. He doesn't want to be here... Even the prospect of being with his first friend doesn't endear him to the place any more. He just wants to go home... where everything is familiar, and safe and clean and...]

[ No, they don't. She'll do you that favor if you do it for her, Luke fon Fabre.

She does indeed lead the way, watching him with a soft smile. The same sad smile she's been wearing this whole time. ]

What sort of things do you like, Luke? [ Like she doesn't already know, like she-- ] Maybe we can start with stores where you can find those things.

[... He really can't stand looking at that smile for some reason. It's as if just looking at him makes her sad, and... well, who wants to cause something like that? What was up with her, anyway? Was it his frown? His hair? The fact that he's stuck in some stupid village with no way home?

Luke looks ahead instead, reaching his left hand up to scratch the back of his head in thought. The fact that he can move his left arm freely and without complaint means that he's gotten the cast removed by now.]

I like sword fighting and training with Master Van... Guy too, if he's around. I talk to Pere sometimes, but Father or Ramdas always yell at me when I do. They tell me I shouldn't talk to people of his status... [He frowns a little at that.] All we do is talk about plants and stuff, sheesh...

His ... status? [ Somewhat confused by this concept. ] Why does that matter? But ... I think I know where we can start. [ It won't take too long to reach the plaza. And from there... the first place they'll go is the flower shop. Maybe the weapons store, after that. ]

[... Damn, he's already trying to air out his jacket. He's alraedy got it unbuttoned, at least.]

I'm a noble, he's a servant. It's "unfit", or something like that. I can't even talk to Guy like normal without making sure no one's watching.

[He's not sure where she's taking him, but once they get to the plaza, he looks around with a less than impressed face.]

Man, even the courtyard looks nicer than this...

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... that doesn't sound very fair to me. [ quietly. ] You should be able to talk to whoever you want, if you ask me.

[ She'll pause, briefly, when he says that, looking at him with a soft smile that lacks the sad tinge, this time. Now it's a little knowing. ] You know, Luke ... sometimes simple things can be beautiful too. Come on. [ She leads the way to the flower shop. ]

Tch, I wish the rest of them thought like you. Maybe then I'd actually get out of the manor!

[And when she says that next part, he frowns in confusion, because... well, all of this seems a little too simple, compared to what he's used to. But... whatever, he just rolls his eyes once she's turned away and follows after her.

... This shop certainly catches his interest once he's inside. He looks around as soon as he walks into the door, caught up by all the sights of the flowers. Man, Pere would love all these...]

Whoa... [He already wanders to the side, examining a particular set of yellow flowers.] Are those freesias?

Maybe you will someday, Luke. I mean, you're out of it now, right? Maybe not in ideal conditions, but ... you get to see a whole great big new world. That has to count for something.

[ ... she just sorta watches as he fusses over the flowers. Her smile is true, this time, small and warm. ]

I think so.

[ She follows him, coming to stand beside him as she reaches out to gently touch the petals. ] I don't really know that much about flowers... I just love to be surrounded by them. I ... I have some, planted in a box outside my window. [ Her jaw tightens, but she does an admirable job of not looking sad. ] Whenever it's nice outside, I leave the window open. And when there's a breeze, I can smell them, and it's so pretty...

[He glances down at her before he looks at the flowers again. Man, she really is moodswingy... Now she seems happy. Better than sad, at least.]

Freesias smell really nice, too. Pere's got some planted just outside my room. I like to open my window when the wind's blowing, too...

[His hand falls from the petals just slightly, before it returns to his side entirely.]

They never last for long, though. And they're pretty dull otherwise. I don't see how he takes care of them all day without getting bored...

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[ voice ] NICE LATE EDIT B|

[ voice ] I THOUGHT IT'D BE COOL OKAY 8|

[ action ] YOU NERD <3

[ action ] YOU LOVE ME FOR IT

[ action ] I DO, IT'S VERY CUTE. ALTHOUGH THIS THREAD IS TERRIBLE.

[ action ] YOU LOVE THE THREAD TOO, DON'T EVEN LIE

[ action ] NOT EVEN. SHE IS SO UPSET.

[ action ] I THOUGHT MUNS LOVED DOING THAT TO THEIR CHARACTERS

[ action ] I JUST WANT HER TO BE HAPPY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW ;~;

[ action ] SO YOU SAY, BUT YOU'LL BE MEAN TO HER LATER TOO

[ action ] ... OK TRUE BUT AFTER THAT NEVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!

[ action ] I'LL BELIEVE THAT WHEN I SEE IT!!!!

[ action ] AND YOU WILL SEE IT. DX SOON! SOOOOOOOOOOON.

[ action ] WELL GOOD 8|

[ action ] .. GO TO BED.

[ action ] NEVAH.

[ action ] GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DX

[ action ] SEE I WENT

[ action ] good. B|

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