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relinquishing) wrote2013-11-11 04:27 am
relinquishing) wrote2013-11-11 04:27 am
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[Written / ANON] - 001 ☼
[To wake up in the middle of the night wasn't the issue at all. His sleep hadn't been restful at all, considering what their travelling party was getting ready to do once the sun had risen. Even after all this time, having to fight Van was a tricky thing to try and think about.
But when he opens his eyes to the sounds of woods, the crackle of leaves and branches and rushing of water, he instantly knows something is wrong. The air against the bare skin of his chest is confusing enough, but it's the ache against his shoulders that makes this seem... familiar.
Too familiar.
Memories of months that he didn't even know existed were flowing back, all muddled and cloudy and hard to make out without giving himself a headache. He knew... he knew he had been here before. He knew this was Luceti. He knew he wasn't the first Guy Cecil to have been here.
And he knew Luke had been here as well. A flash of swords, of red hair, of split blood...
Luke lying in the grass, engulfed in a golden light, a dark-haired girl weeping at his side.
Guy jolts up, nearly tripping over the pile that contained his clothes. Without a light source, the only resort he is left to is fumbling around for what's on the ground, doing his best to change from his garments and look for the one item that he needed the most: his journal.
It's as he's groping for his other boot that he finds it, and he quickly pulls his footwear on before wandering to find an adequate light source. He had to send a message.]
PRIVATE - LOCKED TO Luke fon Fabre (!FAILED!)
Luke. It's Guy. If you're awake, I need to talk to you.
[...Wait.
Failed?
Guy can feel his heart pound in his neck. Next best thing - the girl that was, more or less, attached to Luke at the hip.]
PRIVATE - LOCKED TO Xion (!FAILED!)
Xion, it's Guy - Guy Cecil. Hey, I know it's late, but I need to know where you and Luke are.
[...
Failed.
He slams the book shut, jaw tight with fingers pressed firmly to the bridge of his nose. It was too late and his memories are too much of a mess. Had they still been here? He could have sworn... But the idea of Luke having never come back fro that previous memory is enough to make him sick. There was already plenty of suspicion for the Luke he remembered back home. For this one, who he'd watched vanish into thin air---
Screw that. Forget about asking around. Something had happened while he was gone. Perhaps too much. So he presses forward through the muddy ground, trying to find the river he knows he hears, all the while prepping his journal for another set of writing.
He'll just... start with the basics. There wasn't any need to lose his cool just yet.
Right.
...]
[Even with the sun already set, this author doesn't intend to be seen at all. The camera is intentionally covered as the text slowly appears on the journal's page.
First comes a foreign script, written hastily in a language that the writer knows only a handful of people will be able to understand. Whether they respond is a different matter.]
[Underneath it, another message, this time in the more common tongue. Might as well play dumb until he knows exactly what's going here. His mind is a little too muddled to try anything else, anyway.]
I guess we'll start with some basic questions -
Is anyone else here?
What year is it?
What direction is civilization from the river?
And what should someone be expecting to see in the woods this late at night? Can't really say I'm in the mood to get pounced on.
((ooc: For Abyss Cast's convenience: Anyone from Auldrant: Age, rank, background, really just your name will do. Respond if you can.))
But when he opens his eyes to the sounds of woods, the crackle of leaves and branches and rushing of water, he instantly knows something is wrong. The air against the bare skin of his chest is confusing enough, but it's the ache against his shoulders that makes this seem... familiar.
Too familiar.
Memories of months that he didn't even know existed were flowing back, all muddled and cloudy and hard to make out without giving himself a headache. He knew... he knew he had been here before. He knew this was Luceti. He knew he wasn't the first Guy Cecil to have been here.
And he knew Luke had been here as well. A flash of swords, of red hair, of split blood...
Luke lying in the grass, engulfed in a golden light, a dark-haired girl weeping at his side.
Guy jolts up, nearly tripping over the pile that contained his clothes. Without a light source, the only resort he is left to is fumbling around for what's on the ground, doing his best to change from his garments and look for the one item that he needed the most: his journal.
It's as he's groping for his other boot that he finds it, and he quickly pulls his footwear on before wandering to find an adequate light source. He had to send a message.]
PRIVATE - LOCKED TO Luke fon Fabre (!FAILED!)
Luke. It's Guy. If you're awake, I need to talk to you.
[...Wait.
Failed?
Guy can feel his heart pound in his neck. Next best thing - the girl that was, more or less, attached to Luke at the hip.]
PRIVATE - LOCKED TO Xion (!FAILED!)
Xion, it's Guy - Guy Cecil. Hey, I know it's late, but I need to know where you and Luke are.
[...
Failed.
He slams the book shut, jaw tight with fingers pressed firmly to the bridge of his nose. It was too late and his memories are too much of a mess. Had they still been here? He could have sworn... But the idea of Luke having never come back fro that previous memory is enough to make him sick. There was already plenty of suspicion for the Luke he remembered back home. For this one, who he'd watched vanish into thin air---
Screw that. Forget about asking around. Something had happened while he was gone. Perhaps too much. So he presses forward through the muddy ground, trying to find the river he knows he hears, all the while prepping his journal for another set of writing.
He'll just... start with the basics. There wasn't any need to lose his cool just yet.
Right.
...]
[Even with the sun already set, this author doesn't intend to be seen at all. The camera is intentionally covered as the text slowly appears on the journal's page.
First comes a foreign script, written hastily in a language that the writer knows only a handful of people will be able to understand. Whether they respond is a different matter.]
[Underneath it, another message, this time in the more common tongue. Might as well play dumb until he knows exactly what's going here. His mind is a little too muddled to try anything else, anyway.]
I guess we'll start with some basic questions -
Is anyone else here?
What year is it?
What direction is civilization from the river?
And what should someone be expecting to see in the woods this late at night? Can't really say I'm in the mood to get pounced on.
((ooc: For Abyss Cast's convenience: Anyone from Auldrant: Age, rank, background, really just your name will do. Respond if you can.))