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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]

[redroseprince.livejournal.com]

Um...

...Are you okay...?

[voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[Oh he's paying no attention to that journal. Well, he can hear it - but he's not really noticing that's where any sound is coming from?

Who said that?! [And of course, that voice is a little less intimidating, more shrill with fear.]

[voice]

[redroseprince.livejournal.com]

[It may not sound intimidating, but Jennifer is very intimidated by it. Also, I like your comment chain.]

I-I'm sorry! Did I...um...did I startle you?

[voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[Poor thing - being around this fellow would be a heart attack for you, no matter his emotional state then.]

I'm not startled! [Because hyperventilating is a good way of proving that. To his merit, he seems to be at least trying to calm down instead of flying into a blind panic.]

Where are you?!

[voice]

[redroseprince.livejournal.com]

[She is trying to get over this phobia, she really is. But your panic is rubbing off on her and she's starting to wind up, which is causing her to trip over her words even more than usual.]

Wh-where?

Um...I...I'm at home.

[She's bad at explaining herself. D|]

[voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

But where's that?! [You're totally not helping this panic. The wheels are turning but he's not able to follow any of it. Maybe he'll calm himself down in time, but for right now most of his energy is just pure adrenaline and panic.]

Show yourself!

[voice]

[redroseprince.livejournal.com]

I-it's in the village! [You are a scary dude. But all the same, it's pretty obvious you're new here so after a few breaths, her voice comes out again, very hesitant and shaky.]

U-um....do you...do you see a journal anywhere...?

[voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

Village? [He's kind of semi-sure he's still in Antwort, kind of sure he's dead, and entirely unsure of what it all means.]

You mean this book...?

[voice]

[redroseprince.livejournal.com]

Y-yes...it's called Luceti.

And, um...the book is how you can hear me.

[voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

I've never heard of a village like that. [Still defensive and wary, but his voice isn't piercing anymore at least.]

How?

[voice]

[redroseprince.livejournal.com]

Y-yes, that's not surprising...

[In response, she gets a little calmer. A little. Though his question does make her pause for a moment and think]

Um...I...I'm not quite sure.

...I-if you have the journal, I can show you a guide about this place...It may help.

[voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[This is just a bad, bad day for the stupid blonde. Probably bound to get worse, but for now he's only cold and scared and not hurt. That's a plus!]

I've got it in my hands right now.

[voice]

[redroseprince.livejournal.com]

Um....okay....if you open it, I'll write it down...

[And here we will assume it's written:]

Here (http://wise-maiden.livejournal.com/24338.html#cutid1).

[voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[Give him a few minutes to read and try to comprehend this.]

[voice]

[redroseprince.livejournal.com]

[Consider your few minutes given. She'll just be awkwardly sitting over here then.]

[voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[Okay.

... okay.]

What do we do while we're trapped here?

[voice]

[redroseprince.livejournal.com]

Um...I guess...whatever you can.

Th-there isn't really a lot to do, but, um...it's okay.

[voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

[You sound so unsure of yourself. He's not used to that. And were he in a good mood, he'd probably tear into you quite viciously because it's an obvious weakness and he's one of those people who have to put others downt o feel good about himself... but, well.. might as well introduce himself.]

Thank you for helping me. I'm Shuri. Shuri Oak.

[voice]

[redroseprince.livejournal.com]

[Shuri you are going to make her cry. :|]

Oh you...you're very welcome. And, um...I'm Jennifer. I-it's very nice to meet you.

[voice]

[acowardlyoak.livejournal.com]

Well then, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Jennifer. [He has no excuse for his earlier crying outburst so he's not even going to try.]