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~]

Comments

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

... Wishing. [ Incredulous. ]

Such things work?

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

Yes. Here, they do.

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

.... [ No idea what to say about that. Well, maybe.. ]

.. Have you tested with using wishing to find locations?

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

Why don't we just go through the castle and look?

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

.... Very well. [ He'll get up, then stand awkwardly. ]

...what direction...?

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

Um...[Just grabs his hand.]

Here, this will be easier.

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

..... [ Slightly embarrassing. ]

... Very well. [ He'll wait for a tug or something for direction. ]

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

[She tugs him to the elevator, and presses the button to go up. She notices the blush and lets go of his hand.]

I'm sorry...

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

[ He didn't expect that shift of elevator, and wavers to keep his balance. ]

... No need. It is my own... [ Not quite sure what word to use there. ]

... Unease. Discomfort at the necessity.

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you'll get used to it. Don't worry.

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

... Eventually. [ but he's talking about the lack of sight, rather than his jumpiness about contact. ]

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

[She's hoping it will be for both. when the elevator stops, she'll take his hand, leading him down the hallway..]

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

[ More or less following along, taking his steps carefully, in case there's something odd with the floor, but then not so over-carefully when lifting his feet that high is slightly tiring. ]

... How many floors...?

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

I think there's...fourteen. The offer still stands if you want me to look around.

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

.... Fourteen. [ Silent walking for a moment. ]

... I would accompany you until I find myself too tired to.

Do you want to just skip to the point where he's found his room, or?

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

Okay....

[She'll keep an eye on him, though, as they continue.]

Sounds like a plan! He's in the Satis tower >_>

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

[ Okay, so walking this long doesn't feel that great. He doesn't complain at all, but simply kept his mouth firmly shut. ]

Near done with walking.

Okay!

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

Okay. Why don't I bring you back to the couch and you sit there until I get back?

\o/

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

.... If you wish. [ An awkward pause. ]

... How many floors remain?

Re: \o/

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

A lot.

Here. [Tugs him to a nearby chair.]

I promise I'll be back soon.

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

....Thank you. [ He'll just sit awkwardly and wait, then.

Depending on how long Rhyme takes, she might spot a handful of golden-green firefly like sparks trying to stir about him, and a slight frown on his face. ]

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

[20 minutes later, she's back.]

Hey, I found your...[stops to look at the fireflies. Or whatever they are.]

Are those fireflies?

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

[ The sound of a voice makes the lights vanish, and Duke's head turns toward her. ]

... It is not. [ Tilting his head. ]

... How far off..? [ Had they been in searching? ]

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

Then what were they?

Um, you're in one of the towers. It's not really bad.

[radiantwinged1.livejournal.com]

... It is the form Aer takes when one is simply gathering it. [ It sounds a tiny bit different than air. ]

So the search had not been close in locating it?