Emil Castagnier (
knightofratatosk) wrote2010-06-11 12:06 pm
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[Morning finds Emil lugging a bulging knapsack up the road to the bridge near CH #1, the ends of what look like a couple of glass bottles sticking out of it. Whatever is inside it seems to be rather heavy-- he has to stop every few yards to rest, but he's determined to make it to his destination despite this.
Once he gets to the bridge, he unzips the knapsack and begins unpacking the contents. Inside is a whole array of glass bottles, each one containing a letter addressed to a friend who has left Luceti. Richter, Marta, Tenebrae, Horatio, Luke, Faize, Lloyd, Genis-- each one of them (as well as several other people) gets a letter. He figures that with all of the creepy supernatural stuff going on lately, maybe, just maybe, if he drops these bottles into the stream now, they'll somehow reach the intended recipients. It can't hurt to try, right? If nothing else, it might make him feel a little bit better about hearing voices and seeing things.
... or so he hopes.]
Once he gets to the bridge, he unzips the knapsack and begins unpacking the contents. Inside is a whole array of glass bottles, each one containing a letter addressed to a friend who has left Luceti. Richter, Marta, Tenebrae, Horatio, Luke, Faize, Lloyd, Genis-- each one of them (as well as several other people) gets a letter. He figures that with all of the creepy supernatural stuff going on lately, maybe, just maybe, if he drops these bottles into the stream now, they'll somehow reach the intended recipients. It can't hurt to try, right? If nothing else, it might make him feel a little bit better about hearing voices and seeing things.
... or so he hopes.]
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I suppose it's worth trying.
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I think I'd like one.
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[He'll start going through the bottles to find one of the empty ones he'd stuck in there.]
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I don't have any paper, though, just a pencil. But you could always tear a page out of your journal and use that.
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There it goes.
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Who did you write to?
... um, I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.
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[He was just trying to be nice, Rose.]
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[Never mind the whole "time stops while you're gone" thing; Emil still isn't entirely sure he believes that.]
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But it's lasted for more than a week.
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