One Rose Petal Falls - [Action | Accidental Voice]

[its_rose_damnit]

[One of the newest arrivals finds himself laying face first on the cool forest floor, groaning. His body ached all over, but Dist was sure that came with being shot at by a monstrous replica. One that he himself had unleashed. Ugh, what an idiot he was, to let himself grow so desperate and crazed and release that thing, only to have it kill him in the end. That had broke much more than just a few ribs. ...Well, at least it's not raining.

The white haired man musters up all the strength he has remaining and pushes himself up into a kneeling position. He removes his broken glasses and 'tsks' at them. Useless... The glass was broken. Damn that...that impostor! Dist winces and massages his chest. Most of the pain was fading there, but, oddly, his back hurt the most.

Before inspecting why - he just tacked it on to being dead - he cranes his head up and looks around at the trees around him, scowling.]

Tsk, this isn't exactly what I had envisioned of Hell. Fire and brimstone and all that... Agh, damn this pai--[Dist hisses and recoils his hand quickly as it passes over his shoulder and brushed up against his wings. His eyes widen and a bitter smirk spreads on his lips as he looks over his shoulder and spies his wings.] Well, now. This certainly is a surprise. Someone's idea of a joke, perhaps, if even Hell won't take me.

Comments

[voice]

[kakeravoyager.livejournal.com]

Sorry to disappoint you, but this isn't a joke. Nor is this Hell or even Heaven. It is simply a cage for a bird. The wings are especially a nice touch to that idea.

[voice]

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Another voice? This is becoming ridiculous. Dist makes his attempts to locate the source of them all the greater, and finally spots the journal. ...Odd, it had his name on it. His real name, Saphir. He regards her words carefully.]

Then I can assume you are but another of the trapped birds within the cage? Has no one found the way out, then? Cages have locks, and locks can be broken if the correct force is applied - or if one has the key. [He's not exactly buying this, but he'll play along for now.]

Voice

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Hell, huh? Did you do something unforgivable?

Voice

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Speaking of hell, where the hell did that voice come from? Dist jumps and winces at both the pain in his chest and his back as his wings ruffle. Damn, that hurt! He looks around, not spotting the journal just yet. His voice is wary and withdrawn as he replies. Dist's not exactly keen on voices either watching him or in his head.]

Perhaps, perhaps not... It is no business of some unnamed voice whether I have sinned. [And he'll quickly cut to the chase, still looking around, narrowing his eyes.] Who and where are you?

[voice]

[falenandawn]

This isn't any version of the afterlife. You're in Luceti.

[voice]

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[By now, he's determined the voices are coming from the book - even if he doesn't know how - so Dist isn't as surprised as he was at the first voice. This is still boggling his mind, though. Voices, cages, magical books, everything. He can't buy any of this, being a man of science. He'll believe he's dead until proven otherwise.]

Luceti? I've not heard of any place like that on Auldrant.

[Action because 8D]

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

[Oh now, she's expecting this person is new like her. Poor man. Also, he has white hair! That's just awesome. Katie's going to lean against this tree over here and just eye him curiously for a moment, listening to that tirade with fascination.]

What makes you think you're not in hell?

[Action - Oh, god.]

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Dist wheels around. That voice didn't sound like it came from the book, but from far too close by for his liking. He calms down a little, once he realizes it's just a young girl, but he's still cautious and...rather self conscious, without a shirt on. He glares, and covers himself with his arms, absently, eying her.]

For all I know, I very well could be. The wings are just a trait associated with heaven, that's all. Also, the voices from this book say clearly that this is neither heaven nor hell, though I'm not entirely convinced, yet.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[WHY IS HE BACK GD IT. And Jade isn't even here to wrangle him in. Joy.]

...Dist.

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Okay, now he's pretty sure he's not dead. Unless you morons couldn't take out that monster replica of the Professor. Tch, figures... But wait, he vaguely knows this one! Wait, wait...it's on the tip of his tongue, now--]

Brainless Savage #5...

[Voice]

[enrappigtured.livejournal.com]

Saphir! Welcome baaack~

[Voice] - 1/IDEFK

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Yulia, no.]

[Voice] - 2/whatever

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Not him.]

[Voice] - 3/4

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Not this brainless, stupid, womanizing, uncultured--]

[Voice]

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

P-Peony?!

THIS IS HELL!

[voiced]

[silversnowfall]

[her voice is actually just a little shaky]

Saphir?

[voiced] - Actually going to bed after this, early class is early.

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Now, that is certainly a voice he's somewhat glad to hear. And he doesn't sound as frustrated when he he answers back.]

Nephry?

[voice]

[distressedude]

[That voice was certainly familiar, but whether or not this was a good thing or not remained to be seen.]

Dist. So you're back...?

[voice]

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Okay, seriously. Though he read the guide, and learned people can come from the dead here - this voice just proving it - it's still very strange to hear the late Fon Master's voice.]

So it seems...Fon Master. Though I have no recollection of ever being here before.

[Voice]

[fonon-professor.livejournal.com]

[Well. That voice is hard to mistake and after keeping track of some of the above conversations, it was only confirmed. She hadn't expected to see Saphir back so soon, if at all, yet here he is. It's a bit of a debate whether or not to respond, considering she's had to confront Dist twice before over the past two years and his response was always the same shock. She'd much rather let him settle in a bit before making her presence known, but... As soon as someone shows him the Guide, he's bound to see her name in the school section.

Better do this quick, like a band-aid.]

... Saphir.

[Voice] - ♥!

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he saw it. And tried very hard to convince himself it was a lie, a trick of his mind, or perhaps just some coincidence. Gelda Nebilim was dead, and nothing anyone could do could change that. He finally realized that, yet...there was her voice. Dist held his chest for an entirely different reason and fought with himself over what to do.

It can't be her, it's not possible. Wake up, Saphir. This has to be some kind of dream.

But it's her voice. How long have you wanted to hear her voice?

It's not real. Don't say anything. It's not the--]

...Professor?

[Action] because I couldn't not do it.

[dissonates]

[What a racket you're making, good sir! Poor little unsuspecting Asch is just out for a stroll in the forest when he stumbles upon Dist's ranting self. OH JOY, it's that fontech nut again. And this is the only way to get them to speak more than a grunt and a shut journal, woo M-maybe he can sneak away unnoticed and leave this to those who actually care...]

[Action] Oh, this'll be fun.

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[It's one of his many talents, clearly! Sorry, Asch, but you're about as stealthy as an over caffeinated Pomeranian. Really, black and red in a forest? REALLY? Dist spots him easily and grunts. Ugh, it's that hot-headed idiot, wonderful. ...Wait. Wait, is he ignoring--! Oh, hell no.]

Not going to offer your former comrade assistance, Asch? How rude of you.

[Action] tags will be slow like molasses!

[galddigger.livejournal.com]

[Anise has not been paying attention to the journals today! Because she was likely spending the afternoon with Simon, or something. Yup. Journals and new arrivals? Pffft. Who cares about those.]

[So she'll be coming home a little later that night, wandering around the house without a clue that she's got a very familiar new housemate. So if you hear some off-key humming and pitter-pattering of feet around the house - you might spy a pigtailed head (and a familiar doll on her shoulders) in the hallways, Dist.]

[Action] I don't caaare~

[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Glad to know you're keeping an eye out for old friends, Anise, really. So dedicated.

By this time, however, Dist has taken up residence in house one and has also sewn holes into his red undershirt for his wings, though extremely grudgingly. He's not going near his coat, however. We're letting a proper tailor cater to that, thank you. Dist's door is open, so he hears the girl's jovial tune and skipping very clearly and cannot help but peek out curiously to inspect the source of it.]