fallenambitions | [Written/Action] 018

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[Written/Action] 018

[...Someone is slowly regaining consciousness and finding himself someplace he hasn't seen for god knows how long. Alexei has been tossed back into Luceti, left sitting up against a building near the barracks, where he had been previously taken. It's probably a community building. Once he could feel his arm, he presses his hand against his forehead. He had this horrible headache, and it was making it difficult for him to focus or even move. Any sort of movement just felt disorientating.

So rather then battle against it, he'll just sit there for a moment and hope it'll soon pass. He may as well just look through the journal and say-...he frowsn, deciding to write instead.]

Can someone tell me what today's date is?

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[...He's considering whether to tell or not]

I told you, I'm fine. Just tired.

Okay. Fine. I believe you. Now tell me where you are.

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I'm by a community building near the barracks.

[she's a little confused about the sudden filter, but doesn't say anything.]

I'll go there now. It isn't too far. Do you want me to get help as well?

I don't think that will be necessary. I just have a horrid headache.

Fine, I'll go and find you. Searching for a tall person like you shouldn't be nearly as hard as looking for a needle in a haystack.

[And she'll be running off to the barracks, looking around for him.]

[Well, that would apply if he was actually standing. He'll be sitting up against a building near the barracks when she comes.]

[It's like playing hide and seek, only not. But soon she finds him like the good seeker she is]

Welcome back Alexei. Are you feeling okay?

[He looks up to her with a small smile and nods. His head still kind of hurts, hence a hand pressed against his head.]

Alright. Where do you live, I can help you get back. [It doesn't look like he has a lot of energy to move after all. Plus what's with the silence.]

...[Silence is all Mayoi's going to get from him. Maybe just telling her the building will do. He'll just tear out a piece of paper in the journal and writes down CB7 for her.]

...Why won't you just tell me?

[...he shakes his head. Because he can't]

......Are you giving me the cold shoulder, because you're angry at me? [she doesn't really get it yet]

[Pff, he shakes his head and tries to say something. Only no sound was heard when he mouths the word "No".]

So you're not? Then...[she hums, thinking.]...was it the Malnosso?

[He nods. Feeling his headache subsiding a little, he decides to try and stand again. More success this time around.]

Hmm. So no speaking. [well with the journal verbal communication isn't a must, but in person it's a bit harder] Well...don't worry, Alexei! I'll help you through this, just like you helped me. [she grabs his hand and starts to pull him] Let's go to my place and we'll think of ways to solve this!

...? [Headtilt. He shakes his head in a gesture to say that it's not necessary]

I insist! If you go back home then they might come back for you again. [she keeps on pulling him, not going very far at all with it. Damn his body weight being twice her own, not to mention the obvious height difference]

[He roughly pulls away from her, but then ends up leaning up against the wall for support. W-Well, he thought he could handle things himself, maybe not. ]

See! You need help Alexei. Don't be so stubborn! [she takes his hand again and tries to support him the best that she possibly can] Just stay with me for one day, so you can get back your strength!

...[Knights are just stubborn. After thinking it over, he reluctantly decides to listen to Mayoi's request, letting himself be pulled this time. It's just for a day, right? And it'll get her off his case later.]

[when she finally feels her light pulls working, she brightly beams him a smile. poor Alexei.] That's the spirit! Don't worry, I won't let your inability to speak be a bother. In fact, I can be a wordless translator for you.

[He smiles faintly and shakes his head. He waves the journal at her. Long as he has something to write on, he'll be fine.]

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