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[replica model] • LUKE FON FABRE ([personal profile] fabrecation) wrote2011-11-08 02:52 pm

020 [Voice/Action]

[It's cold. For one who does not like the cold very much, they can be pretty miserable. Luke walks through the village, coat unzipped but crossed over his chest and stomach, with a rather irritated look on his face. Dammit. If Guy were here he'd probably frown at him and zip up his coat before talking to him more...

He glares up at the sky and the little flakes of snow falling from it. He has his journal with him, so he slides it out of his pocket and opens it idly, turning on the video option as he keeps staring up at the sky.]


Damn, this is annoying... It feels like we barely even had fall. [He looks down at the journal now.] Does it ever seem like time's passing by really fast for everyone else?

[And thanks to him holding the journal, his coat's flapped open again. If Xion saw him, she'd definitely zip up...]

Oh...

[With that realization and idea in mind, Luke hurries over to get by a wall, as if that'll help him plan things with everyone else. Then, after some work, he gets some filters ready.]

[Filtered from Xion // 100%]] ... [Filtered from Van and Vanitas // 100%]

A lot of people here know Xion, right? Well, um...

[He remembers Flynn, and how he talked about making Rapunzel's dream come true... Why can't he be as smooth as he was while doing that? There's a little blush on his face and everything... GAH. He'll just clear his throat and keep going. He's already started, so why not?]

Her birthday's coming up on the twentieth. Last time there was a surprise party for her, and I was thinking... Maybe we could do that again this year? Or something like that. October's been a pretty bad month for her. Things are getting better, but... I think she could still use something like the people who care about her celebrating her birthday.

[The fact that she was born... created. The fact that she's alive now...]

So we could hold it... somewhere. And maybe... sometime before sunset. ... I don't really know how to do any of this stuff.

[Definitely not Flynn-worthy. Guh.]

((ooc: I know his last post is being backlogged to all hell, but I'll get tagging that one too. This one was just important to get out like right now. |D

Aaand Anise's thread is now locked 8|b))
faterecanted: ([hair down] hmph)

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[personal profile] faterecanted 2011-11-11 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[The only thing more frustrating than needing information and being unable to find it is apparently finding information and having it disappear before your eyes. Or so Van opines, frowning at the spot in his journal where there used to be a conversation and is now nothing.

Damn.

He should have thought more carefully before accidentally teaching the replica how to hide things from him. Still, he saw a name. A name he thought he may have heard before, in fact.

But it will do him no good to sit around glaring at the journal all day. He stands, stretches, and goes to fetch his coat, scarf, and gloves. Perhaps a walk to mull things over will help.

Which is exactly how, some time later, he finds himself turning a corner in the road and spotting the replica.

Honestly, he doesn't know whether to be annoyed or pleased.]
faterecanted: ([hair down] that's what she said)

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[personal profile] faterecanted 2011-11-11 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[As much as not dealing with replicas would improve Van's day, he has his long slow campaign of trust building to think of. It's just such thankless work, trying to convince the others from Auldrant to stop viewing him as a threat. (Possibly because he is a threat.)

So instead of turning and going the other way, he tucks his hands in his coat pockets, puts on his most benign teacher face, and sidles up to Luke in the same slow, deliberate manner he might approach one of Arietta's ligers. Always best to let these things know you're coming.]


Luke. Do your coat up. [Is Luke tired of hearing that patient, chiding teacher tone yet? Van's getting a little tired of using it.]