015 [Written/Voice]

[fabrecation]

[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.]]

Comments

voice

[meteorical]

[She shakes off the few stray thoughts and theories she's had about the situation, looking into the journal to see what Luke's trying to show her.]

Yeah, that's a river. Peaceful, isn't it? [She doesn't say anything for a few moments, letting Luke interpret that however he wants.] Follow it and you should head straight into the main part of the village. Think you can handle that?

voice

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

Of course I can, it's just walking.

[He huffs, then hangs the journal by his side again as he follows the river. He keeps watching it, marveling over how it travels faster than he is... though he can't help complaining a little.]

I thought a river would be faster than this... like those really rough ones that flood cities. This one's kind of boring...

voice

[meteorical]

Just making sure.

[She doesn't say anything until Luke does, laughing a little at his comment.]

Well would you rather the city start flooding instead? They could probably arrange that.

voice

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

No, I just thought it wouldn't be as slow, that's all!

[Though it is nice to look at. He can say that much.]

And what do you mean "they"? No one can control rivers.

voice

[meteorical]

When a Shift happens, anything can be controlled. It sounds crazy, I know, but it's true. I've seen earthquakes and everything here.

voice

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

They can even make natural disasters happen? Jeez...

[He looks out at the river again.]

... For a river that could flood any second, it sure doesn't look all that interesting. [He lies, though, considering he keeps looking out at it.]

voice

[meteorical]

It's technically their world. They can do anything.

No. Rivers are usually pretty standard...the lakes and the ocean around here though are really pretty. Maybe you can see those later when you're settled in, too. But first get your arm looked at.

voice

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

I've never seen the ocean, either... [He's only heard about it... hasn't even seen pictures. He's caught up by that thought for a second, before he glances down at his arm.] ... Oh, yeah, right. Who's going to look at it for me?

voice

[meteorical]

...never? Sorry, I know a lot of people haven't but wow. I grew up on an island, so I don't know what that must even be like. [Still, she pauses when he asks his next question.] I guess you could always go see the people at the clinic, or maybe one of the actual doctors in town.

voice

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

I've been stuck inside a manor all my life, I never could see the outside! [How indignant he sounds! If only because he thinks she's making fun of him with that first part, and Luke wishes to defend himself against such things.]

voice

[meteorical]

...the manor didn't have windows?

voice

[bratacus.livejournal.com]

Of course it did. [As if it's the most obvious thing in the world.] But there are walls all around it, so I still couldn't see anything except the sky and the grass between it!