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[erythrophilia]

Dearest diary

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[kickinabout]

You won't be getting out of here anytime soon.

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[erythrophilia]

What the--

[erythrophilia]

Who are you and how are you writing in my diary?!

[kickinabout]

Because it's a journal that doubles as a transmission device. Pretty inconvenient, isn't it.

And my name's Lilynette. What's yours?

[pretty_fascist]

[Here, have an equally vain and insane teenager. They can have bitch fights over who's the prettiest or something. IDK.]

You're weird. No wonder the Malnosso kidnapped such a weird person.

[erythrophilia]

I am not "weird." I am "colorful." There is a dif--

Who are you?

[pretty_fascist]

Colorful. Right. Nice euphemism. I bet you have magic too, don't you? Well, I know magic too! [No, he doesn't. He's trying to learn, but failing.]

I'm Dilandau Albatou, a Captain in the Zaibach Copper Army.

[erythrophilia]

Magic? Why should you assume such a thing? I might just be your average beautiful lady and nothing more--

Captain? You're a captain? Well, how do you do?

[ohloloki]

[There is someone writing back.

That someone isn't actually writing, more like drawing.

It's...a drawing of boobs. And a question mark next to it.]

[erythrophilia]

How crass.

[Grell has carefully blacked the drawing out.]

Women are more than just their chest sizes.

[ohloloki]

I know!

[Loki's handwriting is in fairly blocky print.]

Just asking, milady.

[erythrophilia]

[Grell's handwriting is about as flowery as cursive script can get without being unreadable. Welcome to Victorian England handwriting.]

You must know me far better than you do now in order to ask that question, dear sir.

[written]

[arlia_angel]

If you write in your journal, most everyone can see what you've written. I'm not sure if that was your intent.

[A short pause before more writing appears.] You're new here, am I right?

[written]

[erythrophilia]

It most certainly wasn't, but thank you for telling me, dear.

I am indeed. Although where "here" is remains a mystery.

[voice]

[arlia_angel]

[Wow, still with the gorgeous handwriting. Rena decided to switch over to voice because that was much faster if she had to explain.]

Oh, "here" is called Luceti. Unfortunately, I don't think there's an easy way out either. You may be stuck here for a while like everyone else.

[voice]

[erythrophilia]

[It takes Grell a few moments before he figures out how to work it, which means Rena will catch the tail end of him bitching the thing out.]

--ody technology. How do yo--

...

[RECOVERY.]

Stuck? I'm afraid that won't do, dear. We're shortstaffed at headquarters right now and Will shall be ever so cross if I'm away longer than I should be.

And I assume this place isn't anywhere under the British Empire, hm? I don't believe I've heard of a territory named Luceti.

[Voice]

[blackenedchaos]

[Probation? Hmm, silly human thing for giving someone another chance. So this "lady" is obviously not a nice lady. How fascinating indeed.]

Some holiday, you are stuck with a bunch of pathetic humans. You probably would have been better off with the probation.

[Voice]

[erythrophilia]

[He's getting better at this voice thing and it only takes a few tries to get it to turn on.]

What a way to talk about humans. T--We're not pathetic.

After conversing with the locals, however, I must concede your point - being shelved for a week or two would be much better than being permanently removed.

[Voice]

[blackenedchaos]

[Which is always good. Yuber always uses voice because his writing is horrible and he so hates such orderly things.]

I only speak the truth, most here aren't worth the time spent speaking with them. I wonder, what did you do to get shelved, as you put it?

[Voice]

[erythrophilia]

Such a chilly attitude, darling. That won't win you any friends.

As for what I did? Just a few rules broken here and there. Management is ever so strict about filing the proper paperwork.