[Unintentional Voice]

[ritacule]

[There's a few sounds of tapping, an impatient foot from someone deep in thought. There are some mumbled sounds in the distance.]

If this ... then ... But ... Arrgh! Just what is ... it ... sense! ... aer levels ... Oooh! This ... I'll have to ... Jerks! I swear when I get my hands on them they're going to seriously regret eve--

[The footsteps

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[Voice]

[likeafirework]

You know, if you look closely, you'll see your own name on that book.

[Voice]

[ritacule]

Who said that? Show yourself!

[She's preparing to cast a spell already. Poor trees. She knows where the sound came from, she just doesn't believe it.]

[Voice]

[likeafirework]

The book. [Idiot.]

[Voice]

[ritacule]

[Okaaay, cast broken. But that still doesn't explain anything. Rustling sounds as she picks up the book and reexamines it.]

So it's a communication method. That would explain... But how can it work? It's not powered by anything and neither is it... Okay, fine. But that still doesn't tell me who you are.

[ voice ]

[savethelastchip]

Aa- it's not exactly a diary.

[ voice ]

[ritacule]

[Sounds a little like shifting around as she holds a cast pointing in the direction of the book, this does NOT make sense and that scares her.]

What? It's coming from... The book? But that doesn't make any sense!

[ voice ]

[savethelastchip]

[ This is going well. ]

Yeah, I know. It's kinda weird, but you get used to it.

[ voice ]

[ritacule]

[Absolutely splendid.]

Weird is an understatement. There's no logical way this can work.

And wait. Just who are you anyway?

[Voice]

[crisis_rain]

[How can a book walk into your foot? Raven recognises that voice, he was wondering when she'd be finally showing up here. Though this means they have quite the little gang assembled now.]

Oh, I'd like ta see ya try and study that book.

[Voice]

[ritacule]

[Same way someone's face can walk into a fist, I guess... Never thought she'd think this but thank whatever for a familiar voice. And yet she's still holding that spell...]

What the-? Old man? Just what the hell's going on here? Where is everyone? And where's Estelle?

[Voice]

[crisis_rain]

[I was always terrible with idioms.]
Hey, cool down fer a minute first! Not like that spell is gonna be able ta hit me anyway.

Long story short, yer in another world and yer stuck. Estelle is back at the house.

[Voice]

[ritacule]

[She'll break the cast now. Might be an IoU.]

Another... Hmph, that's impossible. Something like that doesn't just happen and it's theoretically improbable. Besides, there's no time it could have- Oh. But it could explain why there's-- No, but that doesn't make sense. That doesn't explain how... I need more information.

What do you mean at the house? Where?

[inabook]

[voice]

[ritacule]

Estelle! Where are you?

[The better question being 'Where am I']

[inabook]

[voice]

[ritacule]

I'm... hold on. [She takes a moment to look around for something of a landmark besides "trees", footsteps audible.] I'm by a lake.

What exactly is going on here? The Old man called this place another world.

[Accidental Voice]

[once_knighted]

[Wow, what a violent sounding girl. Sounds like someone he should stay as far away from as possible.

... Too bad the journal happened to catch him thinking aloud.]

Aer, huh. Guess she's from the same place ...

[Voice]

[ritacule]

[Oboy, oboy. ((OOC: I'm going by a continuation from the other threads in case this seems confusing. :|b))]

Just what is that supposed to mean? Estelle said you were here with everyone else. You're at the house, right? I wanted to ask you some questions. I'm meeting Estelle to head there now so don't go anywhere.

[Voice]

[once_knighted]

Huh? [Oh great, she heard him-- ... oh great, she KNOWS him. ... Welp. Nothing he can do about that but ride with it. This girl will figure out that he doesn't know her eventually. Hopefully. Maybe.] ... All right. I probably won't have whatever answers you're looking for, but whatever.

[Voice]

[ritacule]

It won't take long. I just need to check some things with Vesperia No. 1. You still have it, right?