LUCETI 001//ACTION/WRITTEN
[Max can't remember the amount of times she's been unwillingly knocked out and dragged to an unknown place. It's never been an experience she's enjoyed repeating and she likes it even less after discovering wings have been grafted onto her back. She's just woken up and is trying to get her bearings, figure out where she is and why she's here. So far, this has consisted of her discovering the journal, standing, and walking, trying to get used to the new weight at her back.
She's paused for the time being and is kneeling by a tree, studying the journal - flipping through the pages, examining the cover, hoping to find some clue as to where she is. Not finding any, she huffs, rolls her eyes, and begins writing:]
I'm not sure what the journal's here for, or why whoever's kidnapped me has decided to give me that and a set of wings as opposed to letting me keep my own clothes, but I've got a feeling I'm gonna get more questions with whatever answers I get from whoever the hell else is out here. If there's anyone else out here.
This place doesn't look like anywhere I've ever seen and even at Manticore, they wouldn't do something like give someone a pair of wings unless there was a reason behind it. Even the nomlies had reasons for looking the way they did. And aside from that, I burned Manticore down over two years ago. So whoever did this to me, it's not them.
I don't know whether I should be relieved or terrified about that.
She's paused for the time being and is kneeling by a tree, studying the journal - flipping through the pages, examining the cover, hoping to find some clue as to where she is. Not finding any, she huffs, rolls her eyes, and begins writing:]
I'm not sure what the journal's here for, or why whoever's kidnapped me has decided to give me that and a set of wings as opposed to letting me keep my own clothes, but I've got a feeling I'm gonna get more questions with whatever answers I get from whoever the hell else is out here. If there's anyone else out here.
This place doesn't look like anywhere I've ever seen and even at Manticore, they wouldn't do something like give someone a pair of wings unless there was a reason behind it. Even the nomlies had reasons for looking the way they did. And aside from that, I burned Manticore down over two years ago. So whoever did this to me, it's not them.
I don't know whether I should be relieved or terrified about that.