its_rose_damnit: ([Saphir]: Emopie)
[It was a crash of thunder and lightning that first woke him up. It was also that crash of thunder and lightning that told Saphir that he was definitely not where he should be. It never rained in Keterburg, just snowed almost constantly. He'd never really experienced anything like a lightning storm before either, so needless to say he's very terrified by the booming sounds above, and the streaks of lightning as they flash overhead. Each one makes him jump, and choke out a loud gasp and cry.

Not only that, but he's horribly dressed for this weather and shivering pretty badly. Was this some kind of prank or something?! Peony was always pulling pranks on him, and making Jade do it, too! Jade would never do anything like this if Peony didn't instigate it in the first place. He was Saphir's best friend, after all! But still, Jade and Peony couldn't have taken him to some place other than Keterburg or, at the very least, the harbor. There was just no way, and the Professor would never allow it. Something was clearly not right about the place he now found himself in...

Thankfully, though now soggy and rather wet, there was an odd book of sorts next to him when he woke up. It even had his name on it, though the language was strange...different from the usual fonic language he knew, and even ancient Ispanian that the Professor taught in some of her lessons. Still, the book was some kind of fontech device, and the young boy clung desperately to it, as if it were his only lifeline as he puttered through the village plaza, huddling in a nook between some of the shops. He curled up there, shivering, scared, and confused.]


J-Jade... [He sniffled, a whine quickly dissolving into quiet sobs.] P-Professor? Where...where are you?! I-I don't know where I am! Peony, i-if this is a joke, i-it's not funny! I-I'll tell the Professor, I'll--! J-Jade...uuh...





[OOC: So basically, Dist is his tiny, cute, and snuffly kid self. He's just nine years old, quite a crybaby, but pretty decent compared to his older self. He'll probably be small for at most two weeks, probably. All tags will be from [livejournal.com profile] minifontaku, as well. |Db]
its_rose_damnit: (In silent whispers...)
[The journal's audio function clicks on to the sound of high pitched squealing, what sounds like hoofs rushing down a corridor, another set of human footfalls right behind, and a very irate and loud yelling.]

GET BACK HERE, YOU BLASTED SWINE!! UNHAND MY JOURNAL THIS INSTANT OR I'LL ROAST YOU, I SWEAR IT!

Peony! Peony, you stinking imbecile, keep your filthy little beasts out of my--

[The yelling stops abruptly as Dist hovers in the doorway of the now abandoned room, his journal being the only item to litter the bland, unnaturally clean floor. The sound of faint squealing under the bed from the "rappig" Dist had been chasing is the only sound for a few moments before very slow, drawn out footsteps approach the journal, and the piggy silences itself for fear of being found.]

You...! You witless freeloader... H-How dare you--! You couldn't wait until she got back?! Y-You heartless, dim witted--[Dist snatches up his journal and spits out angrily, not caring at all who hears, who responds. He's just too upset right now.] Emperor Peony IX of Malkuth has returned to Auldrant.

[And after that, he slams his journal shut and drops heavily onto the bed, glaring at the opposite wall, feeling a mixture of emotions and memories churning like an angry storm in his mind. He'll answer responses in a few hours, once he's calmed down.

So, just he, Nephry, and the Professor remained of those he shared his childhood with. People left, yes, but...somehow Dist had been hoping no one he knew would leave, especially those he was closest to. It was painful. Perhaps even more so, since Dist had to endure it once before. Even if it was Peony, the one he liked the least of anyone else, it...it was odd, and painful, to know he was gone. And this odd feeling only posed to frustrate Dist more.

He leaned forward, holding his head in his hands and growling at the throbbing headache that was threatening to come, not even finding the energy to kick the little pig that had curiously begun nosing his leg.]

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