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[militia]

H-hey... Hey!

What is this...? S-someone tell me what this is! What's going on here - where's the army?! Konatsu? Konatsu!? W-where... [A shuddering breath, quickly turning into a horrified gasp.]

What are these-

W-wings...? No, wings are... this isn't right! It can't be true, I can't be a-a... I can't be de-de!

This... this is a joke, right? A joke? O-or a bad dream... P-papa's going to wake me up any minute now... and then I'll laugh! Ahaha- ahahaha!

[The hysterical New Feather doesn't even seem to notice the journal.] It's cold... Papa... He's going to come here and make it okay again. Whoever did this will pay,

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[Voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[Unseen, Shuri's pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes to try to block out the snow everywhere so he can at least try to focus. Whoever the stranger is, they're not... attacking. Yet. It could be a trap. He's not sure what to think, but it's pretty unlikely he's thinking at all right now..]

A journal? [Oh, there-! But... Okay, processing all of this slowly.] Books... don't talk.

[Voice]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Nah, the book itself doesn't talk--it's a kind of technology. [Honestly, Naoki is sketchy on the finer points of how it works, but he's not gonna say that.]

Everyone who was brought here has one. We communicate through them.

[Voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[Something else to focus on seems to be letting him calm down a little bit.]

You communicate... through books?

[Voice]

[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Yup. You can talk through them, or write in them to communicate.

[Voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

What kind of a journal can do that?