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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]

[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.]