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Jan 14, 2009 16:55

Eagle shuts the strange journal and slumps forward, leaning against the handlebars of his motorcycle.  He thought he'd seen everything...clones, meteors, crystals that sucked the life out of the land itself...and now here's one little book that's just as unbelievable as any of them.  It looked like a book, sounded like a book, felt like a book, but ( Read more... )

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commander_max January 14 2009, 22:30:20 UTC
The Orange Star delegation had traveled most of the way by chopper, but eventually they had to pick a landing spot outside the mess of weather. Thus they had traveled the rest of the way via a Humvee recon unit. As much as he would've liked to do so, Commander Max let one of his lieutenants do the driving. Fortunately the vehicle provided some warmth for the passengers, though Max was already dressed in a heavy coat and other attire. He had hoped when he left Hyrule after that whole business with the assassination that he wouldn't need to wear this outfit again ( ... )

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green_earth_ace January 14 2009, 22:48:34 UTC
"Oh yes," Eagle replied sardonically. "Appeared all of a sudden. No wait, that was [I]us[/I]." Eagle eyed Max carefully. It certainly [I]looked[/I] like the real thing, acted like him, sounded like him...even the Black Hole clones could be told apart from the originals if you could get a close enough look. Still...

"First things first," Eagle said, holding out his journal toward Max. "Everyone keeps telling me to look at the first page of this blasted thing. Would you mind demonstrating that's it's harmless? Pointing [I]away[/I] from my troops?" Eagle signaled his infantry to be ready for action.

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commander_max January 14 2009, 23:03:45 UTC
Max sighed and looked at the journal. He took it in his hands and after a moment deliberation, removed a glove, carefully licked his finger, and turned to page one. Then he loudly cleared his throat and began reading. "Greetings," he began. His other hand was used to make quotations for that. "There's a bit here where you add your name."

Max continued. "You have just discovered a journal. This device is designed to service you in conducting communications with other people in possession of these books. It will automatically produce a crude image of yourself to allow other readers to identify you beyond simple handwriting. Communication is instant and will appear in writing after you have finished writing your message. If you err in your writing, you can cover up your text before it can be seen. Be sure to cover it completely or people may still notice your writing."

Max looked back up and tossed the journal back to Eagle. "It goes on a bit like that. The person who makes these journals is rather bland."

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green_earth_ace January 14 2009, 23:14:41 UTC
Eagle wrinkled his nose briefly. Disgusting habit, that...though it was a count in favor of authenticity. Eagle could recall Max doing that on the campaigns they'd been in together.

Eagle caught the journal, then looked down at it. Carefully, he lifted the cover and peered at the first page. He took a minute to skim through the rest of the text. Well...it certainly explained a lot of the odd things people had said (or [I]been[/I]) in his first encounter through the journal...but it was pretty hard to swallow nonetheless. "This is...rubbish...isn't it?" Eagle closed the journal and stepped forward. "All right, I believe you're the real Max, but...what's going on here?"

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