[replica model] • LUKE FON FABRE (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fabrecation) wrote2012-07-13 12:42 pm
fabrecation) wrote2012-07-13 12:42 pm
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[It starts with a hum.
It isn't enough to be discernible. It may just sound like a buzz from an insect flying nearbyready to be swallowed. Swatting at it would yield no results, though, seeing how the hum is coming from his head.
It turns into a whisper.
They aren't really words. They're snatches of letters, snippets of thought that pass through his unconscious mind. A wind, of sorts, as threads of the link begin to tie together and come alive once again.
It ends with words.
Weak, scattered and quiet, it seems to be a stream that passes through, from replica to original, words that pour from a sleeping mind to the newly formed link. It comes from the north side of the village, the complete opposite direction from where the link first faded into nothingness.
But it's there. It's there like a beacon, pulling, asking for him to be there.]
"here.
i'm here.
i'mherei'mhereaschaschaschcan'tmovecan'twhereareyou
help me"
He's alive.
And he's calling for him.]
[It's about two hours after the sun sets that the journal comes on, showing a familiar redhead looking away and rubbing the back of his neck. The area is somewhat lit, and it looks something like the front of Good Spirits. He just needed light, that's all.
The reason he can't look at the camera? Asch had told him that his death was announced over the journals. He had a right to know, after all. Here Luke had been hoping to just announce he was back like he went on vacation or something, sickness gone, health returned. But now everyone knows that he died.
There's probably a lot of people out there who are mad at him.
But he does finally look at the journal after a few seconds, and he gives a nervous little smile.]
Uh... hey. I'm back?
[He hopes to hear from at least two people. And if he doesn't, and soon, then he'll find them himself.]
((And a belated NSFW alert for the thread with Xion 8|b))
It isn't enough to be discernible. It may just sound like a buzz from an insect flying nearby
It turns into a whisper.
They aren't really words. They're snatches of letters, snippets of thought that pass through his unconscious mind. A wind, of sorts, as threads of the link begin to tie together and come alive once again.
It ends with words.
Weak, scattered and quiet, it seems to be a stream that passes through, from replica to original, words that pour from a sleeping mind to the newly formed link. It comes from the north side of the village, the complete opposite direction from where the link first faded into nothingness.
But it's there. It's there like a beacon, pulling, asking for him to be there.]
"here.
i'm here.
i'mherei'mhereaschaschaschcan'tmovecan'twhereareyou
help me"
He's alive.
And he's calling for him.]
[It's about two hours after the sun sets that the journal comes on, showing a familiar redhead looking away and rubbing the back of his neck. The area is somewhat lit, and it looks something like the front of Good Spirits. He just needed light, that's all.
The reason he can't look at the camera? Asch had told him that his death was announced over the journals. He had a right to know, after all. Here Luke had been hoping to just announce he was back like he went on vacation or something, sickness gone, health returned. But now everyone knows that he died.
There's probably a lot of people out there who are mad at him.
But he does finally look at the journal after a few seconds, and he gives a nervous little smile.]
Uh... hey. I'm back?
[He hopes to hear from at least two people. And if he doesn't, and soon, then he'll find them himself.]
((And a belated NSFW alert for the thread with Xion 8|b))
[action]
So once he's sure he can go, he heads to the apartment. Guy wasn't at Good Spirits; he already glanced inside. It's the only other place Luke can think of.
Sure enough, when he gets there, he sees the lights on outside of the building. He almost heads right in there, until he happens to glance at the kitchen as he passes by.
There he is. Sleeping against the table, looking tired and stressed despite the rest he's getting. Guy usually didn't fall asleep anywhere outside his bed unless he stayed up too late tinkering with something, and Luke was sure he didn't see anything like that anywhere. So...
He looks a little crestfallen as he makes his way into the kitchen and tries to figure out the best way to wake him up. Any other time and Luke would be happy to let him sleep, maybe go grab a blanket for him. But he just came back from being dead, an event that Guy had to watch just a week ago. The last thing he wants to do is to just leave him there.
So, he rests his hand on his shoulder instead, fingers pressing in slightly.]
Guy? Hey...