Emil Castagnier

[His voice is calm, level, yet if you listen you can tell that it's somewhat strained as he speaks.]

... I know I've been apologizing a lot lately, but... I wanted to say I'm sorry to anyone I upset over the past week. I can't keep making excuses for it no matter how much I want to. What I said was wrong, and I apologize.

[He sighs.]

I'm just glad that everyone is all right after what happened.

[Considering he just woke up about 30 minutes ago after being out cold as a result of spending such an extended period of time in Ratatosk Mode, Emil has only a vague idea of what happened. All he knows is that it wasn't good, but he hasn't had the time to do more than skim the journals to see what he missed-- meaning, of course, that he spotted his own earlier entry. Well, Ratatosk's entry. You'd better believe he went through all of the comments in that one. He doesn't know any of the details of the battle, nor does he have any memories of fighting in it.

Right now he's just sitting in bed and flipping through the journal, looking unusually solemn.]

At least it isn't raining today, even if it is cloudy out. All of that rain was starting to get depressing. It's too bad Tenebrae isn't here right now; he'd probably like this weather because of how dark it is.

Oh, I also wanted to thank everyone who offered to be Richter's friend. He may not have seemed too excited about it and he may even have been a little gruff, but I think he really appreciates it. But, um, who suggested that he take up cooking as a hobby? I know that he wants to help out and all, but... he really should just stick to reading instead.

[That's actually why Emil is sitting out on the front porch of House 20-- he's still feeling a bit sick from being a good boyfriend and trying to stomach Richter's latest culinary... disaster. Hopefully some fresh air will help him feel better as well as cheer him up from Tenebrae's kidnapping. Feel free to come say hi!]

[Much to his embarrassment, Emil is terrified of storms. He's been trying to hide it ever since the thunder and lightning started and has been doing a decent job of it until a particularly loud crash of thunder awakens him with a start, causing him to jump and bump the nightstand. This jolt knocks his journal open just in time to catch his frightened yelp.]

Aaahhh!

[Morning finds Emil out by the lake once more, only this time he's without company. He's left his journal on a rock and doesn't even seem to realize it's open; there is the occasional soft splash whenever he tosses a stone into the lake (well, he's trying to skip them, but he hasn't quite mastered it just yet), but other than that, all is silent.]

I'm so stupid...

[Another, louder splash as he hurls a rock into the lake angrily.]

I shouldn't have... what? W-who are you? Stay away from me... no, get back... stop!

[There is a sudden, frightened yelp and the sounds of a struggle before the recording abruptly cuts off. The journal now sits on the rock, abandoned, the pages rustling slightly in the breeze.]

(OOC: The mun is off to a wedding for the weekend, so Emil will be back on Monday. Have a great Halloween, guys! EDIT: OKAY I LIED, he'll probably be back Sunday.)