Richard, King of Windor (
ledbythewind) wrote2011-05-15 11:57 pm
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[It's late in the afternoon when Richard awakens in the middle of the forest, clad only in the pair of white pants given to all New Feathers when they arrive. As if that weren't bad enough, it's currently raining, and he's disoriented and confused and why does his back hurt and where is he? There's something strangely familiar about this situation, though. He feels like it's happened before, but his memories are fuzzy and he can't seem to remember anything beyond... beyond...
And then, very slowly, like water trickling through a crack, it begins to come back to him. He's been here before. Twice, in fact, over a year in total, and Asbel and the others are here as well. He needs to find them.
So he'll be making his way through the forest - he remembers enough to follow the river, at least - to the village, feeling decidedly uncomfortable at exposing so much skin (he's royalty, this isn't proper, even if he's done it here before) and spending a few confused moments trying to remember where the clothing store is so that he can retrieve his own clothes.
That accomplished, he sets out for the house... only to realize that he can't remember which house it is. With only a vague memory to guide him, he wanders the streets until one house feels more familiar than the others. Let's just hope he's got this right.
And so it is that Richard opens the door to House 28, soaking wet and still trying to remember everything, but glad to be home.]
And then, very slowly, like water trickling through a crack, it begins to come back to him. He's been here before. Twice, in fact, over a year in total, and Asbel and the others are here as well. He needs to find them.
So he'll be making his way through the forest - he remembers enough to follow the river, at least - to the village, feeling decidedly uncomfortable at exposing so much skin (he's royalty, this isn't proper, even if he's done it here before) and spending a few confused moments trying to remember where the clothing store is so that he can retrieve his own clothes.
That accomplished, he sets out for the house... only to realize that he can't remember which house it is. With only a vague memory to guide him, he wanders the streets until one house feels more familiar than the others. Let's just hope he's got this right.
And so it is that Richard opens the door to House 28, soaking wet and still trying to remember everything, but glad to be home.]

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When she hears the door open, she doesn't turn her attention away from the frying pan just yet.]
Sophie, is that you?
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... Miss Cheria?
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[While she's passed the times where she would sink to her knees, she still lowers her head in what would be a bow. Goodness, why did nobody tell her King Richard was here as well? She could've gone to see him much sooner.]
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Please, there's no need for such formalities. I'm not the king here, after all.
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My apolo- I mean... I'm sorry. You know what they say; old habits die hard.
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He wants to run down and smack him. Or hug him. Or something, but... he just sits there.
He's quite clearly been a worried mess. It doesn't help that Raphael's been missing too.]
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He stops when he sees Isamu, just looking at him for a moment. If the other had any doubts about whether or not Richard will remember him, the smile that spreads across his face should make it clear that that much of his memories at least is intact.]
Isamu.
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Who the fuck said you were allowed to leave?
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That's why I came back-- I made a promise, after all. And it's rude to leave without saying goodbye.
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Damn right you came back.
[And it looks like it'll be a hug after all.]
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...Asleep in a chair. It's been a long, dreary day, and the sound of the rain beating against the house has lulled him to sleep.]
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H-hey... What's going on...
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Ahh, I-I'm sorry, Instructor! Please, forgive me!
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...
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....Aaaand then a wet guy who is also shirtless walks past her.
Jiiiiiii]
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... whoops. WELL. He'll just be smiling and acting as if this is perfectly normal.]
Good afternoon.
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Afternoon.
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[He's inwardly cursing himself for being so fuzzy mentally on names. He knows it's only to be expected after being away for so long, but he still doesn't like it.]
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So why are you out here like this?
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...looking a little lost, in fact. What is he doing around House 53?]
Richard?
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At last his eyes fall upon Leo, and he hesitates, trying to recall the name. He knows he's talked to this boy before, remembers the face, but he's having trouble attaching the name to the face.]
... that's right. And you are... Leo?
[There we go. He hopes that's the right name.]
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That's my name. Are you looking for something?
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[... what number was it again? He can't remember. Damn.]
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Do you remember who you're looking for?
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