1st category - human. [ accidental dictated and action ]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

[ The journal opens at the same time that someone sounds like they jumped the last four steps of the stairs. The exhale after it sounds like who ever it was didn't realize it was the last four steps rather than the last two.

But to anyone watching, it should be clear that Duke hadn't jumped stairs. In fact, he'd dropped from... no where, and landed wobbly. He straightens, and turns slightly to look about. ]

... Dark... Did the lights ... no, even without Brave Vesperia... The spirits would... The garden is too dark... [ He takes a step, and nearly stumbles. Startled, and a weakly amused noise. ]

... Injuries more severe than thought... Definitely ...strong... [ He's just going to stand there, slightly slouched because fighting a group of four heroes thrice in a row, despite magical boost and healing in between... isn't exactly easy on the body. There are scraps of fletching in his hair, his coat is cut and torn, singed, soaked and frosted, and the beginnings of bruises are showing on his pale face. ]





[ooc: Duke is in the lobby, and despite all his talk of night, it most definitely isn't. He won't be able to answer anything written, but if you want your characters to figure this out, I'm okay with replying "sorry, he hasn't noticed" if you want to have to swap to dictated! just... note. Or something. Have fun~]

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[Action]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

Seat... Where? [ Blankly looking about. He can't see any seats.., ]

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[black-dog-bite.livejournal.com]

There are some chairs right over there.

[He points, but it's a big lobby, and they're a bit far. After a bit, he waves his hand in front of the guy's face. He doesn't seem to be able to see.]

[Action]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

There... are...? [ He's not looking in the direction that was indicated, nor does he react at all to the hand waving. ]

... You can see better in this dark than I.

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[black-dog-bite.livejournal.com]

Dark?
I think you've been blind-sided, my friend.

[He places a supportive hand on the man's elbow, allowing him to lean for support if he needs to.]

First of all, let's get you seated.

[Action]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

... Blind-sided, struck from the side, what does- [ Sudden contact. What. Twitching and ow, that kind of hurt because bruises - Blind sided.

If he tries to steer Duke right now, he's dazed enough to simply be guided. ]

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[black-dog-bite.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and I think literally, too.
I think you've lost your vision.

[He guides Duke to the chairs, thick and cushioned.]

[Action]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

[ Soft chairs are a nice surprise, but a surprise all the same and trying to work through that. Blind?

... It ...makes sense but he really doesn't want to think on that. He's feeling off balance enough to think hard on his inability to see-

Blindsided. Literally. ]

... This..? [ A slight twitch of his hand to indicate.. well, pretty much his entire torso. But likely the bruising on his face. Not the slightly stunned look. ]

...More or less.

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[black-dog-bite.livejournal.com]

[Jet definitely had noticed the torn clothes and bruises.]

How'd you end up like this?

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

[ Silence for a long moment, then tilting his head slightly. Probably looking not-quite in the right spot, but sort of close. ]

A clash of ideals. Mine did not prove stronger.

[black-dog-bite.livejournal.com]

You got into a fight, huh?

[That was the most elaborate way he'd heard anyone say they'd been in a fight since... well since he'd talked to Spike.]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

Correct. [ An uncomfortable shift. He's not recovered enough to heal himself yet. ]

[black-dog-bite.livejournal.com]

You're pretty beat up.
I know there's a clinic around here, but I haven't been there yet. Maybe I could help you look for it.

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

... I would not be much aid in the.. looking.. part. [ But he's slightly shifting so it would be easier to stand. Standing and.. doing something is a better plan than sitting in his new darkness. Distractions, please, let him find you. ]

[black-dog-bite.livejournal.com]

[Jet follows Duke's lead, standing as well. With a slight shrug, he takes out his journal, flipping through the pages for a map of the castle.]

You got one of these journals when you got here, right? Reading it might not do you any good, but you can use them to communicate with the people here.

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

... A journal? [ He lightly checks his pockets, coming up with now new books.. ]

Do all gain such things? [ But if Jet looks back toward where he first saw Duke, it's open and on the ground back there. ]

[black-dog-bite.livejournal.com]

[Jet looks at the books in Duke's hands, but none of them seem familiar.]

Yep, everyone gets one.

[He looks back, spotting the journal on the ground.]

Looks like you dropped it over there.

[Quickly, he goes to retrieve it for him.]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

.... [ He's just going to listen, sitting still. Those books go back away. ]

... Odd.

[black-dog-bite.livejournal.com]

[Jet returns to Duke's side with the journal, having read the embossed name in the front cover.]

Careful not to lose this one.

[He places the book in the other man's hand.]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

... A source of communication, information... I will not. [ Feeling about the cover. That felt like his name, and tucking it under his arm. Standing here awkwardly now. ]

[black-dog-bite.livejournal.com]

Alright.
Why don't we get you to that clinic?

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

... Very well. [ Tilting his head slightly, and turning slightly. Then pausing to stand awkwardly. ]

... what direction?

[black-dog-bite.livejournal.com]

[He stands with Duke, holding open his journal with one hand and guiding him with the other.]

This way.
[He points Duke in the right direction.]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

... Very well.[ And so Duke takes careful steps in the direction he's pointed. He's resisting the urge to put an arm up to make sure there won't be any sudden walls before him, but he's rather uneasy by this. ]

[black-dog-bite.livejournal.com]

[Jet attempts to be careful, not letting Duke miss a step, guiding him carefully over every stair and threshold.]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

[ Duke's taking every step, once he recognizes stairs, higher than he might, but keeps his boots clear of catching on edges. Just.. careful walking that slowly gets a tiny bit more comfortable. ]