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[knights_quill]

--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

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[duck_dancer]

[Assuming by this point someone has taught her how to use the seal...]

Fakir? Fakir, is that you?

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[knights_quill]

[[...That voice.

But that's impossible! She's a duck now. He hasn't heard her speak in weeks!

...Another side effect of this new story?]]

Ahi...?

[knights_quill]

[[He glances around frantically, still very unaware of the seal.]]

AHIRU?! Where the hell are you? How did you--?

[duck_dancer]

It is you!

[She sounds incredibly relieved.]

Um...if this is working right, there should be something in your pocket. I have one too, and it's letting me talk to you...somehow.