015 [Written/Voice]

[cakeblocked]

[The handwriting that suddenly appears is very sloppy, but still somewhat readable. It's a combination of being drugged, having messy handwriting in the first place, and having a cast on his arm to have to work around.]I don't really remember what happened, so I'll try to write what I can here

Comments

[markofthewise]

Malnosso have been messing with your brain, huh. [Not even a question. Nobody ever says "Yes! They've made me weird today."]

... did you do something with your hair?

[bratacus]

[By this time Luke is huddled up against the tree, trying to avoid the rain and wincing with disgust when a drop of rain happens to make its way through the trees. When that new voice comes along, he bristles at that first part, but he's too tired to fight against it. These people are claiming that the Malnosso did everything, so fine, whatever. Maybe they did mess with his brain. It could be why he feels so foggy right now.

The second part, however...]

You've got a problem with my hair?

[markofthewise]

No, not really. It's just longer. Like... grew faster than it should have, longer.

[bratacus]

[... Luke never recalls his hair being short... Except hazy memories of as far back as he can remember.

Ah ha.]

That kind of happens when you get older.

[markofthewise]

Well sure, if you don't trim it. But you don't seem older...

[Younger, perhaps? He did seem that way, but it was hard to tell over the journals.]

[bratacus]

[... wtf.]

What are you talking about? I haven't cut my hair in years!

[markofthewise]

.. yup, definitely got your head messed with. It's Luke, right?

[bratacus]

Yeah. Are you going to claim to know me like everyone else in this dump?

[markofthewise]

I'd call it more of a passing familiarity, really.

[bratacus]

I've never seen you in the manor before, so there's still no way you can know me. [God, these people. Sure, Luke never really paid attention to whoever visited the manor, but he's pretty sure he'd remember them if they knew him by name and everything!]

[markofthewise]

You live in a manor, huh?

[The question becomes: Is this part of Luke's real life or some alternate reality where he's kind of a jerk?]

[bratacus]

And I've never set foot outside of it.

[He says it in a challenging way, as if he's still wondering how Sokka knows him if he's never been in the manor and Luke himself has never been outside of it.]

[markofthewise]

[Challenge unaccepted. Sokka just stares at Luke's image, surprised.]

Not once? Doesn't it get kind of stuffy in there?

[bratacus]

You're telling me. I've been wanting to get out for years! Everyone says I have to stay locked away until my coming of age. They say it's "to keep me safe" or something.

[Of course, if the outside world is like this, then he can't really blame them that much. THIS PLACE SUCKS.]

[markofthewise]

Coming of age? How old are you?

[Cuz coming of age is fourteen, man.]

[bratacus]

Seventeen. I get out when I'm twenty.

[Three more years, maaaan.]