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Roronoa Zoro ([personal profile] gavemyword) wrote2012-02-04 04:42 pm
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one // [accidental voice]

--oes thi-- s work? Hello? [The journal turns off, then on again.] ... how the-- do you... [Frustrated noises. The sound of fumbling and a bit of static. Wind blows through, loud, before cutting off abruptly. When it finally, finally comes back on the sound is muffled, like someone's speaking a little too close to the journal.]

--re these wings on my back and where the hell are my swords...



[ooc: please note that this is backdated by about a day! it coincides with this, but if anyone wants him from a later point in time just let me know in the comments. :D]
inkdrops: (E-Eh... ;;;)

[Voice]

[personal profile] inkdrops 2012-02-08 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm, head towards the forest! I can find you better if you're there. [She'll take a bird and patrol from the skies. Maybe a hawk or something...one with good eyesight.] As for your first question...eh, i-it's quite a long story. I'm not sure if I should be the one to tell you. I can if you want, but...

[She kinda wanted to leave that to your crew. 8|a It'd be easier to hear, and more believable, from their mouths, not hers.]
inkdrops: (Whisper to me.)

[Voice] No worries! I'm sorry for the...lengthy one 8D;

[personal profile] inkdrops 2012-02-14 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sigh. Welp, that figures, but she did say she would if he asked... Gods, where to even begin, though? No matter what angle is taken, the story seems so impossible. Miyabi's tempted to just throw up the Guide, but she's not sure Zoro would appreciate that, or even give it a once-over.]

Mm...well, first of all, we've all been taken from our worlds, and transported here - Luceti. There's no way back, and the only way to get out is if the people who kidnapped us, the Malnosso, decide to send you back. It can be any time, anywhere. I've been stuck here for about two years now, but others have been here for much longer.

Everyone's given a pair of wings when they come here, which are very, very sensitive, especially when you first arrive. Protect them, and don't trying to pull or remove them. Losing one causes a great deal of suffering, and removing both...it'll result in you dying.

[There's a long, significant pause after that as she glances away, shuffling uncomfortably. Ugh, Miyabi hates describing Luceti.] The only purpose we serve here, a-at least for the Malnosso, is experimentation. To them, we're just things they can play with for their work. Every so often, they run experiments without our knowledge. These experiments can range from people swapping bodies with another villager, memory loss, and...other things.

There are also individual experiments, where people are...t-taken. From their homes. These robots, droids, come and get you. You can't fight them, and you can't escape them. One way or another, they'll get you. [See her face turn into a firm, tight knot? Miyabi's no stranger to being kidnapped.] It's the same with the drafts. The Malnosso are fighting a war and we're their soldiers. If they find you suitable enough to fight, you go. And that's that.

...There's a guide in your Journal, with a lot more information, but those are the most important things, really.
inkdrops: (Nobody knows the troubles I've seen.)

[Voice] |D;; I-I always feel bad for my tl;dr

[personal profile] inkdrops 2012-02-19 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Immediately after Zoro asks - the instant he does - Miyabi snorts. She didn't mean to, and mumbles a quick apology, but...well, the question has been asked time and time again, by most New Feathers. She expects it, and...maybe she's even starting to feel the impossibility of ever getting out. That...hopelessness. Admitting that, or seeing it at last, makes her have to pause, and turn away from her journal. When did she starting feeling like that?]

...No. No one here knows where they are. They're outside the barrier, that's all we know. At the same time, though, they don't bother us too much. Not directly, at least. [Not unless they need something.] We live peacefully, for the most part.