one • voice

[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]

[hisradiantlight.livejournal.com]

Just mind the flowers. [No, really. That's a warning, buddy. :|]

A couple days, if that. Not much more than yourself.

[voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

Flowers? In weather like this? [Scoff, silly Hakuren!]

And people just arrive here like this all the time?

[voice]

[hisradiantlight.livejournal.com]

[Sigh. Better hope they don't eat you. B|]

It seems that way. Anything else?