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[everyonedied]

[There's a fumbling noise, someone's fingers scraping across the journal after hitting 'record' and a low groan before the sound of crunching snow.]

Ugh... Jeez... I. Guess that explosion was bigger than I thought.

[beat.]

Wait-- Where is everyone.

[Ooooh nononnoo this is bad. More snow crunches as the speaker gets to his feet, steps on the journal. After a minute of fumbling, the speaker's voice is louder, the journal closer to him now]

Okay. New clothes and this thing. And- [Wings. Ooooh man.] This... is bad.


...Recording, huh? [A minute while he looks the menu over and then the recording stops. Well. May as well send this to whatever network it's connected to. Maybe someone has answers.]


[Action; Outside the village, the scenery only looks different from where he'd just been watching his friends fighting so far as the snow and village in the distance. Mountains? Check. Trees and open areas? Double check. He's making the mental note of not seeing his clothes or sword anywhere nearby either and decides making his way to the village may be the best idea to get an idea of what's going on. He'll be outside and around the village for anyone to run into.]

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[misterbrief]

My thoughts exactly. [He's still trying to gather his thoughts between having both his sons here. Which still leaves him at that awkward position that he is talking to his future son now. What's he supposed to say anyway, how have you been doing, nice to see you son?]

[He uncomfortably shifts, like he should say something, but he doesn't know how because he's just really awful sometimes with this sort of thing- and that feeling that he's already told him before is something he can't shake.]

You know I'm not going to act as if you're lower than dirt, don't you?