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[crimsonfabre]

Who: Duke Fabre, Luke fon Fabre, Guy Cecil
What: Guyhunting time. \o/
Where: City streets, somewhere in the neighbourhood, but close to the church
When: After the rain and Asch's last entry
Rating: PG-13 for violence, at least... might change later. :x
Open: No sir!

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[replicamodel]

Luke finally couldn't take it anymore. He had sat back and moped the last time he had learned of Guy's curse slot, giving himself a pity party when he realized his best friend had wanted to murder him. Ion had had to remove Guy's affliction as Luke hid outside. Well, this time Ion wasn't here, so he had to do something. Anything. He didn't want to sit back and do nothing. He had done that too many times in his life; he wasn't going to do it again.

His sword was strapped securely across his back, handle set as always so he could grab it quickly and efficiently with his left hand. His feet tapped determinedly against the pavement as he headed for the church that Guy had talked about. Luke knew where the blonde was, so he was going to go and see him. He didn't know hat he was going to do once he got there.

But he'd see when the time came.

[crimsonfabre]

Fabre had been in the middle of pondering what to do if he happened upon Guy when he caught sight of a familiar back striding around the corner ahead of him. If the outfit hadn't been enough - he'd never met anyone that brash, especially not amongst nobility - the red hair was a dead giveaway. He'd seen it every time he looked in the mirror.

"Luke?" he called, unable to conceal his surprise. What in the world was that boy doing out and about at this hour?

[replicamodel]

The sound of his name, along with the voice calling it caused Luke to stop walking. He turned his head, looking back for the source of the voice. "Father...?"

What was he doing here?

[crimsonfabre]

Duke Fabre inclined his head and quickened his pace to catch up to Luke, halting in front of him. "The streets are dangerous," he commented in as calm a voice as he could manage, though a bit of concern still filtered into it. He didn't bother to mention why they were dangerous - they both knew. "You should not be wandering around."

[replicamodel]

The youngest Fabre couldn't help but be a bit surprised by the tone in his father's voice. He had never exactly heard that sort of concern for him. Luke gestured to his sword and gave his father a slight smile, "I'm alright by myself. I can protect myself if I have to." HE had wandered all over Auldrant with his friends and been just fine.

"But what are you doing out here?" His eyes fell on Crimson's sword, "And where did you get that?"