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

[ 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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[ Duke is going to do his best to look around now, one hand on the wall.

Not that he can see anything. He can't tell where you are, strange, really flat voice! ]

... Where...?

Can you see a journal anywhere near you? A book with pages in it, where there are words? Do you know what books or words are?

[ He'll look around, for all the good it does him. ]

... There is nothing but darkness. [ A pause, then some incredulity. ]

Yes. Is it expected that one would not?

Ah, you're in the dark? Wait, what time is it. I haven't been out of the library for so long... Not everyone who arrives here can read, or recognizes the same things. Books might be close to the most universal thing we have, next to wheels, but there's no guarantee.

[ Good to know all his practice at talking to himself makes this feel a little less awkward. ]

... Night, however this is too dark...Even without Brave Vesperia, it should be brighter... [ Spoilers, it isn't night anymore. At all. ]

.. Arrives? This... truly is not Tarqaron, then...

You... okay, this sounds odd, but can you wish for a light where you are? Then describe to me your surroundings? You're not in Tarqaron, or wherever you expected to be. This is Paradisa, in another dimension from your own home. Welcome, for what that's worth.

... Wish for a light? As in state aloud, I wish for there to be a light? [ A little incredulous - really? Wishes? Regardless of whether that works or not, Duke.. still doesn't see anything. ]

... that would explain the wall. [ He was giving that wish for light thing time to work, but then shakes his head slightly. ]

.... Is there specific wording one must use, for there is no change. [ Slightly.. awkward sounding. If he worded it right, then there's something wrong with him, isn't there. ]

Other than desiring and wishing for a thing here, no, generally there's nothing more to it. I don't know if it works... wait. Let me try and wish a light to you.

[ MAYBE IT WORKS maybe someone's hair ends up on fire lkasjdf who knows ]

....Very well. [ Duke waits awkwardly, and... there's no change in the darkness.

But he's a little disconcerted by the fact that there suddenly feels as if there's sunshine or something shining on him, but other than that. ]

No change in my sight. However.. [ He's just going to stop talking now. He doesn't like the idea that's starting to look like what the problem is. ]

No change? You... are you in the basement? I have no idea how you got down there, but that should have found you.

[ she hopes that something messed the magic up. otherwise, not seeing these things... ]

Is there any variation in the darkness at all?

...I would not know. It is... a wall. [ Awkward pause. Answering would just be further confirming what he'd already been realizing. He doesn't like that realizing, so a slightly shaky breath. ]

None. However it feels as if I am near, or in, a patch of sunlight. [ Resigned sounding. ]

Sir, is it possible that you... can no longer see?

....That was my thought. [ Gingerly feeling over his face - well, he still has his eyes, and don't be alarmed at the sound of him sitting where he stands. He's tired, hurt, his world went through a massive change and he won't be there to see it, and now he literally can't see it. Or anything. Sitting sounds much better than standing. ]

[ she has to think, standing up and leaving her papers on the table. Scooter comes with her, and so does the monkey. Lovely little critter that she was, all soft pink and fond of petting Sakura's hair. ]

Has anyone found you? Can you hear voices from where you are?

Found me? [ Just a tiniest bit muffled. ]

Voices? Yes, voices, mostly this one - ... one I am talking to. Yours? [ A little bit disjointed, but he's struggling to wrap his mind about the fact he can't see anymore, rather than getting proper sentences out. ]

Mine? I don't -- oh, ah, that's the journal. Talking for me. Hang on, let me -- what can you tell me is around you? A wall, anything else? Something you smell? Hear? Any air movement that you can feel?

A wall, the floor. [ Very dryly said. Storing away that "I don't - the journal talking for me" bit. Then silence as he figures out what his other senses tell him. Focus on everything but the fact he can't see. ]

... Food. Something strange - bitter? I.. have not smelled the like. [ He doesn't realize it, but he's talking about the pool (assuming its near the lobby somewhat.~~I have no idea even~~ ]

[ Hahaha it's close enough to the lobby. Sakura's moving, leaving the fifth floor, Scooter clattering after her as her monkey friend clings to her shoulder and shrieks after the round the first corner.

Four flights later, and a clatter of movement comes into the lobby -- nails of a dog on the stone, chitterings from a throat that can't quite form speech as it's recognized by humanoids, and Sakura's softer, quieter presence.

Until she recalls this man may have lost his sight, and makes her footsteps louder. ]

What do you hear around you right now?

Movement. [ Tilting his head ever so slightly, one ear closer toward the sounds. ]

... Two animals? [ A little less apathetic sounding, and he sits up a little straighter, listening. ]

And one two-legged. Human, or humanoid.. [ But he's not going to get up. It shouldn't be that hard to find the guy with lots of white hair, red clothes, who sits against a wall, talking to nothing. Right? ]

[ Scritches of a pen across paper. ]

Then you are down here. That's me, and Scooter -- the dog. There's also a monkey who's been living with me lately. I would say hello, but much as you can't see right now, when I arrived in this castle I lost my voice. My name is Sakura.

[ She knows now he can track her by ear, and after sighting him, she makes her way over, slapping her thigh twice to keep Scooter heeling. ]

I.. see. [ Except he can't really, so there's an awkward pause and expression as he more or less reminded himself of that. ]

... this location changes those it brings? [ He'll tug one glove off, ignoring the fact that he's bruised there too, and offer a palm in Sakura's general direction - or perhaps Scooter's general direction. ]

... Duke.

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

Dictated - Okies! \o/

written forever - <3

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