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[ Schierke Filter | WRITTEN to self ]
So far I've been unable to contact Mr. Guts, Ivalera, Miss Farnese, Miss Casca, Mr. Serpico, and Monkey-Face... I'm beginning to fear the worst. This journal seemed to be waiting for me the moment I awoke in this strange place, and while I am wary of its purpose, I believe it will aid me in my search for everyone. It appears to act as something of a communication device between the denizens of this world...
I must find them. I am worried... if Mr. Guts pushes himself too hard...
[ /Filter ]
[ A tiny voice joins countless others through the journal communication system, meek and insecure as Schierke fumbles over her words. Speaking to so many people at once... the anxiety in her tone was almost palpable. ]
E... excuse me... I... pleased to meet you all. My name is... Schierke, and I am looking for... a man in black armor carrying a large sword... he is usually accompanied by... two women, one with dark hair, one with light-colored hair... a man with similarly colored hair... [ Overcoming her nervousness for just that moment, her voice was almost deadpanned, telling of the aggravation she felt for the one named Isidro. ] and a monkey.
[ The voice is timid again, but growing increasingly earnest as she continues. ] If anyone out there can help me, I... I will do anything! I have to find them!
So far I've been unable to contact Mr. Guts, Ivalera, Miss Farnese, Miss Casca, Mr. Serpico, and Monkey-Face... I'm beginning to fear the worst. This journal seemed to be waiting for me the moment I awoke in this strange place, and while I am wary of its purpose, I believe it will aid me in my search for everyone. It appears to act as something of a communication device between the denizens of this world...
I must find them. I am worried... if Mr. Guts pushes himself too hard...
[ /Filter ]
[ A tiny voice joins countless others through the journal communication system, meek and insecure as Schierke fumbles over her words. Speaking to so many people at once... the anxiety in her tone was almost palpable. ]
E... excuse me... I... pleased to meet you all. My name is... Schierke, and I am looking for... a man in black armor carrying a large sword... he is usually accompanied by... two women, one with dark hair, one with light-colored hair... a man with similarly colored hair... [ Overcoming her nervousness for just that moment, her voice was almost deadpanned, telling of the aggravation she felt for the one named Isidro. ] and a monkey.
[ The voice is timid again, but growing increasingly earnest as she continues. ] If anyone out there can help me, I... I will do anything! I have to find them!