[Action / Written]

[dissonates]

[It's been almost a week since 'Luke' returned from his kidnapping, and over the past few days he's been trying to get used to his new... living arrangements. His mind is still something of a jumble, but despite that he's out and about, really exploring the village instead of wandering aimlessly from the mountains. More than likely, he'll be lurking close to the houses of people he knew, as either Luke or Asch, though he's too antsy to knock or say hello. He's also carting around the Key of Lorelei, the sword Asch had before.

As he walks, he'll be randomly jotting down a seemingly randomized set of numbers. Though some might find it familiar:]

3.14159265358979322946...

[...Yeah, he's definitely still a bit scatterbrained. Bother hiiiiim.]

Comments

[Voice]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Preoccupied much, Luke?

[ written ]

[thirdoutofthree.livejournal.com]

[ This is Viola's first time seeing writing in her journal. She tries to mimic the number sequence appearing, but of course, does not know Pi. ]

2 3 4 5 6

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[Oh snap, caught.]

...I guess.

[ written ]

[dissonates]

[He pauses at that, surprised and a little confused by it, since it wasn't his intention. Finally he responds.]

It's not just numbers.

[ written ]

[thirdoutofthree.livejournal.com]

[ Now it spits out words? Well, Polka did explain that these journals are a form of communication. Writing must be included. ]

What is it?

[ written ]

[dissonates]

[Oh crikey, Viola, you picked the wrong person to educate you on journal use.]

It's a fonon frequency.

[Voice]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Any reason you're writing down your fonon frequency?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

I wanted to see if I remembered it properly. Luke shouldn't know it, but I do.

[Voice]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Well that was a...peculiar thing to say.] Well, it makes sense that you do. You've got all those memories in your head now.

[ written ]

[thirdoutofthree.livejournal.com]

[ Boy, it's her lucky day. ;; ]

That's what these books are called?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[And he's still uncomfortable with that idea.] I don't see how any of this can make sense.

[ written ]

[dissonates]

What? No. They're just journals.

[Voice]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Give it some time. Maybe it won't be sensible, but it'll organize itself in your head soon enough. Just don't push yourself too hard, okay?

[ written ]

[thirdoutofthree.livejournal.com]

Oh, I see. Then, what's a fonon frequency?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[He half-scoffs at that; when did either of them not push themselves?]

[ written ]

[dissonates]

It's a unique signature that everyone from Auldrant has inside them. Like an ID number.

[ written ]

[thirdoutofthree.livejournal.com]

I take it Auldrant is where you from? It doesn't seem like anybody originally lived in Luceti.

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[Given that both Luke and Asch know Emil, well... Emil will spot what seems to be his buddy out the window and go racing outside to greet him.]

Luke, you're back! I was so worried about you...

[silversnowfall]

[well, even if she sees him from her window Nephry can't really do much to get his attention. But she can write to him]

Those numbers, what are they?

[ written ]

[dissonates]

That's right. Most of us are from off-world.

[Voice]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

I'm serious, Luke.

[Action]

[dissonates]

[He blinks at the greeting, at first looking surprised that Emil's even talking to him - there's a flash of irritation, mixed with hurt and confusion - before it fades to a familiar smile.]

Hey, Emil.

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

I heard the kidnapping over the journals, and... after Tear was sent home, I was afraid they'd taken you too.

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[On the last day of the experiment, Stella ended up climbing the mountain after all... only to get her foot stuck and twisted in a crevice. Thankfully, Senel rushed out to rescue her. Now she's still recovering, although heal spam managed to speed up the process. Any day now, she should be able to walk and run without pain.

Right now, however, she still has a slight limp as she heads out to the tallest tree. She did leave Senel's Alliance Marine outfit up there, after all. It's her responsibility to get it back! ... But here's a sight along the way.]

A... sch? [That's how he looks like from the back, anyway, even though the spikes are deceiving and uncockatiel-like...]

[dissonates]

[Poor Nephry, so neglected.]

It's my fonon frequency.