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--the hell...?
[[Fakir hasn't yet noticed the seal in his pocket that seems to have let his voice be heard by people who aren't even around him.
The young man with ink-stained fingertips and ink stains on the collar of his white shirt and a writer's satchel slung over his shoulder glances around frantically, an almost panicked expression on his face. This place...is not Kinkan. This isn't the lake he was on his way to.
And the yellow duck he promised to stay beside forever isn't here.
That's enough to send him running through the area. Another story? Someone trying to take over their lives again--?!]]
Ahiru--!? Dammit, where...?
[[Without his muse, he couldn't write...
And he needs to protect her. Especially in a place as unfamiliar as this. It can only be the work of a new story, even if they had defeated Drosselmeyer by now...]]
[[Fakir hasn't yet noticed the seal in his pocket that seems to have let his voice be heard by people who aren't even around him.
The young man with ink-stained fingertips and ink stains on the collar of his white shirt and a writer's satchel slung over his shoulder glances around frantically, an almost panicked expression on his face. This place...is not Kinkan. This isn't the lake he was on his way to.
And the yellow duck he promised to stay beside forever isn't here.
That's enough to send him running through the area. Another story? Someone trying to take over their lives again--?!]]
Ahiru--!? Dammit, where...?
[[Without his muse, he couldn't write...
And he needs to protect her. Especially in a place as unfamiliar as this. It can only be the work of a new story, even if they had defeated Drosselmeyer by now...]]