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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.))

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[Ion was something of a night-owl these days, so he sees the message almost as soon as it's written. But he doesn't respond to it right away. This isn't the first time he's seen an anonymous message from someone from Auldrant before. Last time, it was Jade. This time? He can't be sure who it is. But regardless, he doesn't intend to hide his identity here in Luceti, so he sees no harm in doing as instructed. Though he'll leave out his age -- it would only confuse anyone from Auldrant anyway. In contrast to the messy fonic script on the page, Ion's hand is neat and professional -- as the script of the Fon Master should be.]

I'm Ion, Fon Master of the Order of Lorelei.
May I inquire as to who is asking?

[Though as he writes, he's eyeing the second portion as well. At the very least, it sounds too casual to be Van or anyone else they might need to worry about, but...]

[Asch isn't overly fond of all the secrecy when he's on the receiving end - Jade had done that too, when he'd arrived, and that hadn't gone particularly well - but those arriving from Auldrant are too few and far between for him to just ignore this. All he can really garner from the message is that it's not Luke- not just in tone or the fact that it's written, but because the fonic link still won't activate.

Well, if it goes badly, there's nothing stopping him from shutting the journal, anyway...]

Asch, of Daath. That's all you get of me unless you reveal yourself.

[Well, that's...certainly an interesting script. Nami squints at it for a bit but it's nothing she recognises.

Oh, those next questions she can read. What is it with anonymous people on this thing lately? Nami doesn't bother with writing back. Instead, she just addresses the anonymous person dryly.]

There's plenty of people here, I have no idea, and that really depends what part of the river you're stuck on. There's three different branches. Oh, and watch out for bears.

[There's probably a bear...somewhere. Maybe. She should be nicer to new feathers, but...

...oh, fine.] See any other landmarks? Maybe I can narrow it down for you.

[Anonymous questions being stirred up on the journal. It sounds very much like a New Feather, sure. Jade remembers his own arrival - he also abused the anonymous feature to try to optimize information-gathering while retaining his pride. Whoever this was, had to be someone from their world. But they couldn't be anyone nearly as intelligent as Jade. It had to be someone who'd been here before. And if they saw the need to be anonymous, well, Jade wondered if it was any of their old enemies. The primary other possibility? For whatever reason, someone just felt too ashamed to show their face.

He similarly responds in a fonic script, being sure to conceal his handwriting.]

< You know, I've seen similar messages posted within taverns in several cities on Auldrant. Typically, they are parts of advertisements posted by local perverts seeking sexual partners. I don't believe that I have any interest in the matter myself. Still, I'm sure that the residents will appreciate your efforts in reviving such a local business here. >

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[It's late. Very late. Heck, it's probably getting closer to morning than evening by this point. Still, Patty's out by herself. Night time walks help clear her head and provide additional exhaustion so she'll fall asleep more easily. She hadn't expected to run into anyone else. She hardly ever does.

Still, when she spots a silhouette near the river, her eyes widen in surprise. The darkness is troublesome, but the stars and nearby houses provide enough light for her to distinguish a mop of messy blonde hair. The guy's standing with his back to her, but she can see the outline of the side of his face. Those features look just as familiar as the hair. Something inside her stirs uneasily. Then she breaks into a run, calling out to him.]

Flynn!

I can answer the last one, more or less. I go running in the woods a lot and I know kind of what to expect from Katniss' stories. It's really just your usual furry woodland creatures - squirrels, deer, rabbits. I think there's a possibility of more carnivorous things, but I haven't seen a lot of evidence of them.

[It's not until the morning that this is written in reply, because every young beautiful Emperor needs their beauty rest. Yet it does come as Peony is, unlike some certain people, more interested in writing back to a fellow Auldranti than he is worried about who the anonymous writer is. Though--]

Shouldn't you first ask someone to a blind date before you go asking about everything else?

[Even though he might be glaringly obvious just through the fact of how he acts, he wasn't all that happy with having his name attached to it right off the bat when the other party was anonymous.]

Why should I tell you anything when you're hiding, yourself?

[At the very least, he may recognize the handwriting.]

I'm not sure it is polite to ask for a woman's age, no matter what it might be.

[ Oh, Arietta's from Auldrant! She can answer these! ]

My name is Arietta. I'm 16 years old, an

[Tear isn't entirely fond of the anonymous questions as of late, and she spends several minutes of silence rereading the familiar script to herself over and over. While the wording of the script was rigid, a form she wasn't at all unfamiliar with, the message after it does make her pause.

With a sigh she returns the message in the same script, neat and precise. She didn't have to give this person all information at once.] < A member of the Oracle Knights Intelligence Division. >

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