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[notkasmai]

Damn you . . .

[Heavy, ragged breathing of one that's crying, but there are no wracking sobs here. There's a few more unintelligible mutters and finally a deep, shaky, calming breath.

And a sudden shuffle as Cuthbert finally opens his eyes, sees where he is (or where he isn't) and jerks to his feet.]

What- . . . What is this? [Shuffling of

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[mademyownpath]

[Oh well, it was about his turn to be on the welcome wagon anyway. Oh look, it's a magic voice coming from that book]

Sorry to break it to you, friend, but you're a long way from home.

[notkasmai]

[Well THAT'S always disconcerting. The cock of a gun as he turns to find . . . no one snuck up on him. He might be spooked. If he believed in ghosts.]

Figgered that much out. Who are ye and why are you hiding?

[mademyownpath]

[Oh good, that's a familiar sound. John's glad he's on the other side of the journal, at least bullets don't transfer over the paper]

Relax now, I'm not going to hurt you. My name's John Marston, and I ain't hiding. This is going to take a while to explain to you, so bear with me, all right?

[notkasmai]

[As if he would fire it off by accident. Don't insult him. Heading over in the direction the voice is coming from, though.]

Alright, John Marston. Why don't ye start with why your voice is here but your body ain't?

[sexyhitchhiker]

[hi. Have a teenager wandering down the hallway.

Eyebrow raise at your strange antics.]

A cloak?

[notkasmai]

[At least this one's not a disembodied voice! Turning soon as he hears the footsteps and regarding her long and hard.]

Who are you?

[sexyhitchhiker]

[glaring right back, old man]

Natsuki. You?

[notkasmai]

[Hey! He's not that old! Eyebrow at her, though, she's got some fire this one.]

Cuthbert Allgood, son of Robert, of Gilead.

[Yes, he actually expects that name "Gilead" to mean something to you.]