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[ex_stoically95]

[ True to form, as soon as he'd awoken, Rude had said nothing. In fact, his morning routine changed little with the sudden rise in castle: sit up, rub your head, shake off the lingering effects of last night's drowning in liquor. Swing your legs off the bed, and attempt to stand.

Find yourself somewhere strange. Alright. Still clothed? No Materia.

Kisaragi.

Maybe not. The humiliation level wasn't right, and with a short noise and a furrowing of his brow, he patted around for his sunglasses before exiting the room.

A day later and several circuits around the castle completed, Rude was getting the funny feeling that he wasn't in Midgar anymore. Everything was too stone-and-grass for that dystopian nightmare of a capital: things were getting towards afternoon by the time he returned to the room, eyes alighting on a simple brown journal. Hadn't he seen that book today?

Hadn't he seen it everywhere?

Curious. Taking a seat right back on the bed, Rude started paging through it, eyebrows rising with continued incredulity. This was some serious tech...and if he had it right, he wasn't the only person to suddenly become castle-bound. ]

...

[ Okay. Time to possibly look stupid. ]



...hello.

Comments

[dictated]

[not_like_the_rest]

Hey there. (Small chuckle.)

[ex_stoically95]

[ It worked! Science is magic.

Also, friendship. ]

Hmn. It is transmitting.

[not_like_the_rest]

(Don't try telling that to Johanna though.)

(That gets a laugh.)

You could be hearing voices.

[ex_stoically95]

Maybe.

[ But then, looking at all these concurrent conversations-- and all neatly delineated? ]

Too many for that.

[not_like_the_rest]

So, I'm getting the idea that you're not much for talking?

Dictated

[ontheclockpro]

[Now THAT'S a voice he knows!]

Yo! Rude!

[ex_stoically95]

[ And from one word, too. The mark of a true bro!

Who, of course, is here. You don't separate Rude and Reno! You just don't. ]

Reno.

[ontheclockpro]

[That's right. Not even a magic castle would dare to do that]

About time you got here!

How long did it take you to try the journal?

[ex_stoically95]

...

[ A good question! Where's his party-switching not-iPhone...

Ah. Gone. Thank goodness for wall clocks! ]

Eleven hours.

d i c t a t i o n

[not_mafia]

[OH is this.. voice talking directly to him?? how do these journals work]

H-hello.

[ex_stoically95]

[ through science. he refuses to believe anything else.

another grunt from his end. different voice, different tone- it was transmitting and not just the book acting as some weird ai! ]

Who's this.

[not_mafia]

[oh wow such a deep, intimidating voice!!]

I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi, sir.

[ex_stoically95]

[ THE INTIMIDATIEST. ]

Right. [ Wutaian, he'd guess. Rude makes another thoughtful sound. ] You know anything about this place?

[bustered]

Hey.

[BECAUSE WHY NOT.]

[ex_stoically95]

[ Oh my god. It's...it's!!!

Some guy he hadn't talked to nearly enough to know by voice. He grunts and flicks the pages, looking back. ]

Who is this.

[bustered]

[It's... It's...

Some Turk dude he likewise wouldn't recognize just from a little vocalization. Clearly this conversation is going to be just the most insightful thing ever.]

Name's Zack. Who're you?

[ex_stoically95]

Rude.

[ The name, however. That's worth checking up on. ]

--Zack who?

[Dictated]

[ninjainviolet]

[She's still getting used to voices suddenly coming out of the book, so pardon her slight confusion and hesitation.]

Uhhh....Hello?

[ex_stoically95]

[ Ahah! More voices. Badical. ]

Hm. Still working.

...who is this?

[Dictated]

[ninjainviolet]

[Just wait until the handwriting just shows up out of nowhere.]

Sheena Fujibayashi. Who are you?

[ex_stoically95]

Rude.

[ Wait, no. Avoiding that minefield of WHAT IM NOT BEING RUDE!! ]

...my name is Rude. Just arrived.

dictated;

[gentleidealist]

Hi.

[Not every day someone so tentative comes through. Rude may notice that there are... doodles appearing on the corner of the page. The stippling of a pencil turning into... a thing. A blob. Who knows.]

[ex_stoically95]

[ oh now what is this fresh hell. it looks like mashed potatoes! ]

...?

[ ...let's see where this goes. ]

[gentleidealist]

[Mashed potatoes sound really good right now.

Lloyd draws a happy face on the blob and gives it three arms. Why not.]

[ex_stoically95]

...

[ Okay. Not a bad...abomination. ]

What are you doing.