[ Footsteps. Footsteps slowly increasing in speed. Hello, Paradisa. This is Kainé and she is not happy. Not at all. Something is wrong, very wrong. The last time she slept in a bed like this, it was in Facade. This is not Facade. The decor is not of a kind she recognises. Is this some kind of fucking joke? Because she sure as hell isn't laughing.
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I see your mouth is as foul as ever, hussy.
[Glad to know that some things don't change.]
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You get a fucking makeover or something, book?
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Explain. What the hell is going on here?
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The journal serves as a means of communication. It seems that this world has seen fit to bring you here. Or back, in your case.
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Back? I've never seen this place before, start making sense!
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This 'place' is called Paradisa. Upon departure, you lose your memories of it.
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[ Some paradise this is. ]
I don't have time for this shit. How do we get out?
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[Which means he's probably going to have to threadjack Emil's thread if that's okay with you guys see her in person. N-Not that he missed her or anything...]
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Then who's in charge of the castle?
[ So she can go kick their ass. ]
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[Asskickings. Why else would she ask? And why is he not surprised?]
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I would expect nothing else from a hussy such as yourself.
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...Not quite.
[One of the rare times he'll admit he doesn't know something. Huh. But enough of that; leaving wherever he is to find the hussy.]
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