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[The journal starts recording in a rather awkward place: Namely, the middle of a conversation. The first voice is female, very young, and clearly concerned.]
--sure you're okay? There's so much blood, and your wing...
[ The second voice that comes on is... well, probably male. It's young, but definitely deeper than the first. It's quiet and kind of restrained, not giving much of anything away. ]
Yeah, I'm cool, Jade. Seriously, the wing's old news. Same with the wound. Kinda stopped bleeding recently too. It's all good.
[And it's pretty clear she's not quite buying that.]
Doesn't it hurt? There has to be someone here who can help you!
[A pause.]
Wherever here is.
[ His voice almost doesn't change, keeping on that same tone, but it becomes just a hair softer. ]
A missing wing isn't a huge deal. Like it could be a lot worse. Don't worry about it.
[ It's clear that he's trying to avoid the qustion, speaking in a roundabout way. ]
Well, wherever it is, we sure ain't in Kansas anymore, Toto. Seriously. Even me with my spritely powers haven't heard about a place like this anywhere.
[The grin is audible in her voice.]
It's too bad my shoes can't bring us home, huh?
[Then Jade pauses again, this time because she's noticed the journal.]
What's a book doing here? Weird!
[ There's an almost inaudible sigh of relief from him. ]
You sure? Tried clicking them together like three times and going "there's no place like in the middle of the god damn reckoning"? Could work.
[ Davesprite's voice sounds a little more light hearted and then he's quiet, the faint sound of his wing flexing just slightly. ]
Huh. Shit's blank. Must be some kinda journal.