[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))
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[And he trails off when he realizes that that voice is familiar. And when he looks at the journal...]
... Yuri? Yuri! [Can you tell by the grin on his face that he's missed you?]
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Hey. Been a while, hasn't it?
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But... that reminds him.]
Wait... So you remember me? [And he was looking for him?]
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... Or maybe he just looked around the day he got most of his memory back and went "huh, that's weird", but you get the idea.]
Yeah, I do. Some things are still a little foggy, but it'll probably all come back eventually.
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I sure hope they do. It must be weird, having foggy memories like that.
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So... When'd you get back? While I was... gone? [He isn't sure if Yuri does or does not know. Part of him thinks it'd be better if he didn't, but... Especially with him feeling so guilty over not telling anyone...]
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[... Was it just him, or was Luke kind of nervous for some reason? Maybe he's just imagining things, or something ...]
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... Although, didn't Luke say he just got back from somewhere?]
Fine by me. But are you sure you really want to do that now, though? I thought you just got back from ... wherever.
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All right, if you say so. I'll head over there in a few minutes.
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Then I'll meet you there. [He still has to head over there and all, and get himself a sword before that. His own was left at home when he went off to disappear.]
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So yeah, whenever Luke shows up, he'll likely find Yuri hanging out on one of the benches in the dome's main lobby.]
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Once he sees Yuri, though, he grins and nearly drops the clothes on his arm as he jogs over.]
Yuri!
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geez, Luke, you wants some shoujo sparkles to go with your kawaiiHearing Luke call out to him, Yuri stands up and smirks, looking over....
Long sleeves? In this weather? At least he seems to be carrying more sensible clothes for the season with him, but ...]
Hey! About time you showed up.
[He'll ... question the outfit choice a little later, maybe. Going through the "good to see you again"s is more important right now.]
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[Once he reaches Yuri, he holds out his hand for a broshake. You'd think he just had Christmases wrapped up in birthdays or something.]
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I guess those are some pretty acceptable excuses. [Smirking, and a shrug.] Anyway, go ahead and get changed. I'm not fighting you in something you could die of heat exhaustion in.
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[Luke looks down at the shirt he's wearing now. Man...]
I thought I could protect myself a little better with this. Covering and all. [But he shifts the clothes in his arms.] But you're probably right.
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Well, that's up to you. If you think you can handle it the way you're dressed now, I'm not gonna start complaining about it.
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[He gives a big shrug as well, but he still gives a half grin before he turns his back, takes a few steps away, and pulls the shirt he has on off to change into the sleeveless one instead. Even with this mishap, it's just good to have him back.]
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But that's not about to stop Yuri from making commentary anyway.]
... So, I'm guessing you're either that excited to fight me again, or you've got someone you're trying to impress in here.
[Are you trying to show off your strong, manly back to Yuri or something, Luke, because he really isn't impressed.]
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Do you know how long it's been since I got to swing a sword? [Because it's been a while. Kind of hard when the sword feels too heavy, or a swing makes you want to fall to your knees and catch your breath.]
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