04 [Action/Voice]

[drawnbythesword]

[Asbel is in the plaza today, fighting his way through the sudden crowd of people of mysterious and varying origins.]

Excuse me- ...Ahh, pardon me- I need to get through here, please! Nnngh...

[Eventually, Asbel manages to get himself to a point where he can safely pull out his journal to pose to the network a question.]

...Why is there suddenly such an influx of new people here? Is... there a conference in town today? I wonder for what purpose...

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[Action] Aaaand here come the SPOILERS.

[tofollowhim.livejournal.com]

But he's... [She trails off and shakes her head.]

Asbel, we were supposed to fight King Richard and free him from Lambda's influence.

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[drawnbythesword]

Cheria, we... We already freed Richard from Lambda's influence... Do you really not remember...?

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[tofollowhim.livejournal.com]

We... What? [Oh, and now she looks even more terrified. Amnesia? How did this happen? What else did she forget?]

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[drawnbythesword]

Is this, perhaps... What Richard had meant...?

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[tofollowhim.livejournal.com]

What are you talking about, Asbel?

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[drawnbythesword]

Richard had mentioned that even people from the same world here can be from different points in time.

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[tofollowhim.livejournal.com]

Asbel... You aren't making any sense. Please, just start from the beginning.

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[drawnbythesword]

Ahh, well... [Give him a moment. He has to think about how to word this...]

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[tofollowhim.livejournal.com]

[She will wait, anxiously biting her bottom lip. Honestly, she has no clue what's even going on and Asbel is not helping.]

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[drawnbythesword]

...Well, you see, Cheria... This isn't Efinea, and it isn't Phodra, either. It's a different world, called Luceti.

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[tofollowhim.livejournal.com]

A-another world? How did we get here? I don't recall the shuttle being launched to break through the seal again.

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[drawnbythesword]

It wasn't with the shuttle.

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[tofollowhim.livejournal.com]

H-haaaah?!

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[drawnbythesword]

It's, well...

...This is Luceti, Cheria. I still don't understand how you end up here, but I do know it's not willingly.

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[tofollowhim.livejournal.com]

[She's still trying to wrap her mind around this, but it's all so sudden and unclear.] ... If the shuttle isn't here, how are we supposed to return home?

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[drawnbythesword]

That's... something we haven't figured out yet. But... I'm not sure how well the shuttle would do, unless more modifications were made.

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[tofollowhim.livejournal.com]

Then, we're trapped here?!

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[drawnbythesword]

Unfortunately, that--

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[drawnbythesword]

[...Suddenly, he notices something off.]

...Cheria, why don't you have wings?

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[tofollowhim.livejournal.com]

Ah, well, I haven't found out where they sell them yet. Can I get a pair even if I don't have any money?

[Because she totally thinks the wings some of these people have have something to do with a festival.]

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[drawnbythesword]

[...Oi. Cheria, he's supposed to be the dumb one, not you.]

...They aren't something you 'buy', Cheria.

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[tofollowhim.livejournal.com]

[But what kind of smart person would think that these wings are real? Realistic attachments are the only logical conclusion.]

Oh? Are they promotional gifts?

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[drawnbythesword]

...Cheria...

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[tofollowhim.livejournal.com]

...

[Go on, break whatever was left of her grasp on reality.]

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[drawnbythesword]

...They aren't accessories or attachments or anything of the sort. [To prove this, he pulls down his coat slightly, to reveal his own wings underneath. Go ahead, check them out, Cheria.]