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[knighted_lion]

[For the last couple of weeks, Squall has mostly been nowhere to be seen - or heard, for that matter. Today, however, he finally breaks radio silence, as his journal picks up his quiet question as he finally makes his way back into town.]

...That time already?

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[rebellingheart]

[Rinoa's been in the forest for a little while now just trying to puzzle out where she is and why. There'd been some initial distress over discovering the wings on her back, but even that had passed quickly enough. All it took was realizing that they weren't actually a sign of her powers as a sorceress after all.

Since then she's been exploring the strange journal that had been sitting near where she remembers waking up. At first it seems novel and rather strange and then out of nowhere a familiar voice emerges from it and she actually drops the journal in shock. Is she hearing things? That can't be who it sounds like, can it?

Scrambling to pick up the journal again, she tries to figure out just how to make the thing work.]

Squall? [There's the shuffle of pages as she tries to figure out if maybe it took a certain page to get this just right.] Squall, is that really you? Where are we? This isn't Garden.

[Of course she's not really sure if he can even hear her or if maybe she's imagined his voice to begin with. After a moment she shakes her head, not sure what to believe right now.]

This is silly. I feel like I'm talking to myself.

[knighted_lion]

[Squall might not have been expecting his journal to be picking things up, but now that it has, he finds that he's glad that it is, once he gets over his slight moment of surprise.]

Rinoa?

[There are so many questions he wants to ask, so many things to catch up on, but he settles for nodding, even if she can't see him doing it.]

You aren't talking to yourself. And it's called Luceti.

[rebellingheart]

[She's about ready to close the journal when she hears him call her name. If this is her mind playing tricks on her, it's being a total jerk.]

Squall? So it really is you, but how? Voices can't really come from books, can they? [She looks around her curiously, wondering if that's what he meant.]

So this place is called Luceti? I don't remember a country named anything even close to that.

[knighted_lion]

[Well, that answers at least some of the questions.]

The book's like a radio. Don't ask me how.

[rebellingheart]

You said I can't ask about the book-radio, but I can ask about the wings right? [She manages a smile, as she looks at the journal curiously.]

There are others who have them right, these weird little wigs? It's not just me... is it?

[knighted_lion]

Everyone here has them.

[rebellingheart]

Oh well, that's certainly a relief. [Since that means she's at least not going to stick out too much.]

So what now? I wake up in a strange place and.. that's it? What happens next?

[knighted_lion]

It's... probably best to explain in person. These things aren't really secure.

[rebellingheart]

Not secure? So is it not safe here, in this Luceti then? [She turns her attention from the journal to look at her surroundings carefully.] It seems nice enough here though, are you sure?

[knighted_lion]

It's... mostly safe. Where are you?

[knighted_lion]

It's... mostly safe. [a pause] Where are you?

[rebellingheart]

[She relaxes a little then, reassured.]

Where am I? [Her voice picks up a teasing note.] Luceti. You said so yourself didn't you?

[Before he has a chance to get annoyed, she adds on.]

I'm not really sure. Somewhere with a lot of trees?

[knighted_lion]

...The forest's pretty big.

[Not that he's not heading back out that way anyway, of course.]

[rebellingheart]

[Rinoa nods, peering around her hopefully for some sort of landmark to use. Of course she utterly fails at finding anything.]

Sorry. All I can see are trees and more trees. [Which isn't so bad, it's like being lost in the forests near Timber if she imagines it hard enough.]

[knighted_lion]

It's fine.

[He'll get there eventually, he figures. And he doesn't mind looking, either.]

[rebellingheart]

[She's not about to let him go all quiet on her, so now the questions begin.]

So how long have you been here on Luceti, Squall?