Fourth Page - [Accidental voice]

[asterism_angel]

[It's been over two weeks since Cheria was taken by the Malnosso, but at last, her journal is showing signs of life again. There's just one problem. The voice being broadcast through it doesn't entirely sound like Cheria. It's that of a young girl- eleven years old to be exact. She seems to be having trouble breathing, a weak gasp sounding every

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[ action ] I'm not late, what are you talking about.

[mistyarc]

[Cheria is back.

-- is pretty much all Hubert is aware of as he (anxiously) waits for her return at the house. (Though on second thought, he probably should have accompanied his brother, and he's been regretting this the moment Asbel stepped out of the house.) When he hears the door opening and closing, he heads to the entrance to investigate.]

Cheria --

[ . . . oh. What?]

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[sickly_angel]

[Err. No. Cheria certainly didn't collapse on top of Asbel or anything. Now excuse her while her eyes are drawn to Richard. Gosh, he's even more impressive in person.]

... M-mmh!

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[ledbythewind]

How are you feeling, Miss Cheria? Shall I get you a glass of water?

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[mistyarc]

[Uh-huh, absolutely none despite how "they walked in." Hubert rests a hand on his side, watching the three quietly.]

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[sickly_angel]

[Now that she stops to think about it, she is rather thirsty. She hadn't even noticed with all the excitement. But... to ask the Prince of Windol to get a glass of water for her... That's just not right.]

Please... don't trouble yourself. I can get it myself. [The kitchen's right across the hall there, right?]

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[ledbythewind]

No, it's no trouble at all. Wait just a moment.

[And off he goes to go get that water for her before she can protest further.]

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[raizanshou]

Here... You should come sit down, Cheria. [Asbel makes an attempt to usher her over to the couch.]

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[mistyarc]

[Hubert watches Richard depart, then turns back to Asbel and Cheria as the former ushers her off.]

I'll go prepare something.

[With that, he follows after Richard to the kitchen.]

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[sickly_angel]

Ah... Thank you. [Goodness gracious, now she's got three young men catering to her every need. She'd be convinced she's dreaming if there wasn't such a stinging in her back, where her wings are.

So she allows Asbel to lead her to the couch, where she sits down, glancing around curiously. And don't think she hasn't noticed the big Lhant family portrait, because it was hard to miss.]

This place is very nice. Did you... all decorate it yourself?

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[ledbythewind]

[Once Richard is out of the others' sight in the kitchen, he pauses to lean against the counter and rub at his forehead with a sigh. Okay, so he was expecting some sort of strange effect after the way Isamu had returned, but... two housemates at once who weren't their normal selves? It hasn't even been an entire day and already he's getting a headache.]

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[mistyarc]

[Hubert rounds the corner and enters the kitchen just after the sigh. He doesn't really give a reaction and goes straight to opening a cupboard for the necessary equipment. There are a number of things Richard could be tired out by, but with this very moment being centered on Cheria and what's happened to Isamu, he can guess what the problem is.]

We can take care of her. I imagine Sir Isamu needs you more than the rest of us.

[And vice versa, to a degree. Hubert himself doesn't know what to do with Isamu. That's unfamiliar territory.]

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[ledbythewind]

[Richard glances up as Hubert enters, offering a faint little smile. That's part of why he's concerned, but there's an even bigger factor playing into things at the moment-- namely, the point in time Cheria is from right now.]

... the last thing Miss Cheria remembers is being in the tunnels beneath Balonia.

[He doesn't think he needs to elaborate on exactly why that's such an issue.]

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[mistyarc]

[For a second, he freezes mid-reach. The dark tunnels they'd entered as children, huh . . . ]

I see. Does she know anything about the future?

[Besides the obvious who's whom in the grown-up sense.]

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[ledbythewind]

I don't know how much Asbel has told her, if anything.

[Personally, he'd rather avoid that whole subject if possible.]

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[mistyarc]

[ . . . ]

I believe he'd know better than to say too much on the matter.

[Even so, one of them should probably go back to the two before long.]

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[ledbythewind]

... this is Asbel we're talking about.

[And sometimes he just... says things without really thinking about them, whether he means to or not.]