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[knightofratatosk]

[Good afternoon, Luceti. Emil hasn't really been paying attention to his journal today, so he has no idea what he's getting into by going out to the store. He is noticing that it seems a lot more crowded than usual, though...

Huh. Maybe it's just another random New Feather flood? Please, feel free to convince him otherwise.]

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[is-watching-you.livejournal.com]

[There is a hand on your head, Emil. What do?]

[knightofratatosk]

Aaahh!

[Jump and yell, of course, what else?]

[is-watching-you.livejournal.com]

[And now there is what should sound like an all-too-familiar chuckle aimed at you.]

[knightofratatosk]

... T-Tenebrae?

[No, it can't be... but he turns around anyway, just in case.]

[life-from-metal.livejournal.com]

["Crowded" just might be an understatement. This wingless newcomer is just trying to find his way around the village, while making his way through the swarms of people at the same time. Not a fun combo, that.

In fact, he miiiight have just bumped into you, Emil. Sorry, man.]

[knightofratatosk]

[Emil backs up, startled, his instinctive reaction being to apologize despite not being the one at fault.]

I'm sorry, I didn't see you there...

[life-from-metal.livejournal.com]

[Still taken by surprise from the bump himself, Rudy was about ready to apologize right off. Of course, it's cut short when Emil is the first to do so... which isn't exactly what he expected.]

Ah, uh-- I prob'ly should be the one saying that. Didn't see you either. [Yeah, maybe he needs to watch where he's going next time.] Um... you okay?

[knightofratatosk]

Yeah, I'm fine. What about you? I'm really sorry if I hurt you or anything.

[He pauses, looking around at the crowds of strangers. Wow, the village sure got crowded fast.]

I've never seen this many New Feathers all at once before. I wonder if something happened to the barrier again...

[theartinyou.livejournal.com]

Kyaaaaa~! It's Emil Castagnier!

[knightofratatosk]

[Blink blink.]

Um, yes, that's me... but how do you know my name?

[theartinyou.livejournal.com]

I've got a lot of art of you!

[knightofratatosk]

... of me?

[follows-the-xgp.livejournal.com]

Ah, excuse me, young fellow. Yes, you. Yes, do excuse me, but if I may have a moment? Only a moment, it will be short. A short moment. Of your time.

[knightofratatosk]

[Man, why are all of these strange people bugging him today? Hopefully this one won't ask for his autograph, at least...]

Sure, I guess... what do you need?

[follows-the-xgp.livejournal.com]

I would just like to know a little about this world, you see. This world. Here. Will you tell me what you know? Anything you know will do. Anything at all.

[ittybittyheap.livejournal.com]

[ Guess who is tugging on his clothes? ] Hey, miss!

[knightofratatosk]

... "miss"?

[ittybittyheap.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you!

[knightofratatosk]

But I'm not a "miss." I'm a boy.

[kendama-pro.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, here's a familiar face! Running up towards Emil is one familiar half-elf, but without the wings.]

Hey, Emil!

[knightofratatosk]

[Well, THAT'S something Emil wasn't expecting. His expression lifts just slightly for a moment, excited, until he notices that Genis doesn't have wings. He's been around long enough to know what that means.]

Genis?

[kendama-pro.livejournal.com]

[Genis' eyebrows arch a little. Can't you muster up a nicer expression to greet him with, Emil.]

Yep, the one and only. How've you been?

[bornofkharlan.livejournal.com]

[A woman with enormous wings comes floating towards him. She looks somewhat like an angel, carrying a mage's staff with her. ... Good lord, her dress is huge. You can't even see her feet.]

You are... Ratatosk, are you not?

[knightofratatosk]

[OH GOD A THIRD PARTY MEMBER... wait. She doesn't seem like them at all, and how does she know his name?]

That's right... but how did you know who I am?

[bornofkharlan.livejournal.com]

[She smiles brightly at him. It's so amusing to see him in a body like this.]

Your presence is unmistakable. It is just like the Kharlan Tree of old.