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oo49 [voice] BACKDATED TO THE 6TH
[ The feed cuts in with the journal's camera staring at the dark sky. It's dim now, in the gray lifeless world that exists after the sun sets but before night truly falls. There's no person to be seen, though briefly a shadow passes over the camera - someone's hand.
There is the sound of crying, audible still over the soft patter of slow rain against the pages. It is at once gasping and muffled, with the very obvious quality of someone trying very hard not to cry and just failing.
Xion's trying. Really she is. Really she knows that he'll be back in a week, that it will be fine, he'll be healthy, they'll be able to move on. Finally. But the months since Luke's kidnapping all the way back in February - since she confronted him and he finally confessed to her in April - have been long, so long, impossibly hard and terribly dark. It is no relief that his death has finally come to pass. It's just the curtain fall on what has been one of the worst periods of her whole, short life. ]
Luke is...
[ She chokes, then coughs, trying to clear her throat and stop the tears. Her voice shakes, but doesn't crack again. ]
Luke fon Fabre is ... is dead. He'll be back... he'll be back in a week.
Maybe I shouldn't have said this. But it's not fair, is it? [ Her voice warps, thick with the tears in her throat. ] The people who love him should know.
I'm sorry.
[ The journal shuts. ]
(ooc; Xion won't be replying to this post, largely, outside of a handful of people she especially feels she wants or needs to speak to. However,
relinquishing might be hopping around replies a bit more.)
There is the sound of crying, audible still over the soft patter of slow rain against the pages. It is at once gasping and muffled, with the very obvious quality of someone trying very hard not to cry and just failing.
Xion's trying. Really she is. Really she knows that he'll be back in a week, that it will be fine, he'll be healthy, they'll be able to move on. Finally. But the months since Luke's kidnapping all the way back in February - since she confronted him and he finally confessed to her in April - have been long, so long, impossibly hard and terribly dark. It is no relief that his death has finally come to pass. It's just the curtain fall on what has been one of the worst periods of her whole, short life. ]
Luke is...
[ She chokes, then coughs, trying to clear her throat and stop the tears. Her voice shakes, but doesn't crack again. ]
Luke fon Fabre is ... is dead. He'll be back... he'll be back in a week.
Maybe I shouldn't have said this. But it's not fair, is it? [ Her voice warps, thick with the tears in her throat. ] The people who love him should know.
I'm sorry.
[ The journal shuts. ]
(ooc; Xion won't be replying to this post, largely, outside of a handful of people she especially feels she wants or needs to speak to. However,
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And then it's followed by that news, and Ikki remembers, really vaguely, the very few funerals she'd been to when she was little, littler than now. She knows what death and dying is, and she remembers everything people have said about the things that are bad here, but it hadn't occurred to her one of those things was happening to that boy.
He'll be back, though. That's - is that a good thing? Ikki's not sure, but she's glad to hear that, although she's still just staring at her book. ]
...I'm sorry. Mister Luke's really nice.
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He can't help but let a little more life into his voice at the innocent honesty of her statement.]
He is, isn't he...? Glad you think so.
He'll be home again soon.
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[ after a pause ] By the way, make sure you're wearing a raincoat, 'kay? So you won't be sick next week when Mister Luke gets back. 'Cause if you don't bundle up in rain you get sick. It's true!
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Hah, it's true. He wouldn't be too happy... Don't worry, though, I remembered to dress for the rain. I don't think being soaked to the bone helps anyone.
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So what did he talk to you about?
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Oh! It was the last thing he wrote, about how to spend your time. And then we talked a little about airships, 'cause he asked how I could fly, and he told me we could learn magic here, and I learned his name.
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[He pauses for a moment. The last thing Luke wrote...]
You know, when he comes back... you should ask him to show you some of that magic. He's pretty good at it.
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[ a pause on this end, as she has to tamp down some excitement. ] D'you think he'd mind?
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I don't think he would mind, as long as you made sure to ask. He can be a little shy about it.
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[He chuckles again, letting his voice soften a little.]
Nice to meet you, Ikki. I'm Guy.
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But Ikki seems like such a nice girl. ]
... he is. ... thanks.
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How did you meet him?
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This .... little girl.
Oh, Luke. ]
... magic, huh? What kind?
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But he took my house number and said he'd be by later.
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