Like rappigs rolling around in the mud (closed)

[necroshmancer]

WHO: Jade, Peony
WHAT: Diary writing, and catching up. (continued from the previous ToA thread)
WHERE: A room in the Crimson Dragon Inn.
WHEN: Evening.

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[peony_the_ninth]

Peony frowned. A diary?
A moment of thought, and then a look of dawning realization came over his tan face. He had woken up with something poking him in the back, and had thought something felt funny.
Reaching behind him, he pawed at his lower back- Sure enough there was a book jammed into his belt . He had been so surprised by the foreign place and his strange surroundings, that he had forgotten to see what the pain was from.

"I was wondering what that was." He felt quite slow for a moment, a light flush staining his cheeks. "We can use these to communicate? It looks like just an ordinary book. Is there some sort of Fonic Arte on it?" The blonde grabbed a robe as well, and became very aware of how dirty his clothings felt in comparison to the clean fabric.

[necroshmancer]

"I'm not sure how it works, to be honest", the frown on Jade's face expressed plainly the fact that his actually not knowing the answer to a question was a very unhinging experience. And what had this day been but a string of proofs of how little he knew in reality? "I don't feel any fonons coming from it, hence I can only conclude that technology is completely foreign to us. Just like everything else in this place."

[peony_the_ninth]

"I don't feel anything either." He turned away from Jade, and began to peel off the various layers of his royal garb. Not the ones eh was supposed to be wearing of course, he couldn't stand wearing the heavily bedecked robes in such a warm climate- Plus, they were uncomfortable! His own version was made up of much plainer and lighter layers, and he knew many of his advisors didn't approve. "I know I don't have nearly the same Fonic skill as you do, but this whole place has a really.. Cold feeling. Really quiet." He shook his hair out as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it into the basket by the door.

[necroshmancer]

"It's not empty as much as it is... slippery." Jade mused, almost to himself, "There are fonons, but each time I try to grasp them, it's like trying to hold on to a handful of sand... the tighter you strain, the more they slip from your fingers."

He made a pause before continuing. "I didn't tell them, Peony." With his index finger, he drew a shape in the air and started to chant a very familiar incantation, which would have, in better times, summoned a powerful energy beam. As he finished and released the spell, light flared out between his hands, pulsating and timid, before dying out.