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Current Location: middle of the ocean

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[The journal clicks on with the sound of a chainsaw dying away in the background.]

Augh, Will, are we done yet? I swear, this sea water is wrecking havoc on my--

...

[The sound of water and waves and not much else follows for a moment.]

Where...? ...! Where are all the bodies?! And the ice?! WILLIAM, DID YOU JUST LEAVE ME IN THIS BOAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ATLANTIC?! WILL?! RONALD! Ronald Knox, so help me, if you took off just because of a little overtime, I am going to---!! Ugh! Will! Wii---

...ngs?

...Why.....do I have wings? ...WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS MY SHIRT?!

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[Okay, that is just freaky. She is pretty certain the hot voice is coming from the journal. Leaning down, she scoops it up, holding it between two fingers as if it might jump and bite her.]

Just what are you?

[Oh, so you do want to talk.

Yue pauses in the act of reaching to close the journal again, frowning as he inwardly debates the merits of just completing the action or actually trying to talk to Grell. Not only Grell, but a newly-arrived Grell who... well, all right, isn't trying to call him "Angel".

Yet.

Okay, fine, but one comment on his wings and he's hanging up.]

I suppose you don't remember, then.

This is Luceti. The wings and the book are part of this place.

How do I remember somewhere I have never been?

[The book is talking more so she picks it up gingerly, tapping it with her knuckles. Solid. Interesting.]

So this lovely little ocean wasteland is Luceti? Or is there more to it and you've all found some way to communicate without the use of telegraphs and wires?

You've been here. But you wouldn't remember. It's... complicated.

[There's another sigh, and the faint sound of rustling feathers as Yue shifts his wings.]

The ocean is part of Luceti. There's a village to the west, where everyone else lives.

Our captors thoughtfully provided us with these books in order to communicate.

....

[What.]

What.

[........]

I'm sorry, darling, but are you daft?

No more than you are, Grell Sutcliffe.

[Ice is warmer than his tone right about now.]

A-ah....

[He knows her name. And that ice cold voice, worse than the water around her, it sears into her soul....!]

Ahhn~♥ Say it again~

[....

Oh, yes. That's right. That's why he doesn't want to talk to Grell.

Yue will just be giving an irritated huff and reaching for the journal to close it again right about now.]

You know if you know my name, the polite thing would be to give me yours at least. I am stuck in the middle of the ocean and likely to languish and die out here.

[He pauses with his hand on the cover.]

A god? Die?

...Well, now that is interesting.

[Someone who knows her name and knows she's a god?]

Just who might you be?

As I told you, you were here before. We've met.

[And it was not the high point of his existence, okay.

Yue is silent a moment to consider, then there's another huff and the sound of swishing feathers.]

I am Yue.

[Nope, it must have been if he's here, giving her the royal treatment~♥]

Yue...What a pretty name for such a pretty face. I haven't the foggiest what you are on about with me being here before, but if you know me, then perhaps you aren't as daft as I thought. Not that I mind. Pretty faces make up for the less than steady upstairs.

[Lineface. Just... lineface.]

Just read the guide.

[And here's a helpful link to said guide in your journal, Grell. Go read it, or... something. Just stop flirting with him like that.]

[Well. That would be the second time someone has mentioned a guide.]

Well. Handsome and helpful. You're quite the catch, aren't you?

[...]

...not for you.

Ahn~ someone has already reeled you in, have they? What a shame.

[More lineface.]

Good day to you.

Rather hard to call it a good day, don't you think? I'm still stranded in a boat in the middle of the ocean.

That's hardly my affair.

Ah~ If only you weren't taken... That icy tone is just what sets my blood on fire~

Hn. And you call me daft.

It's just so much more fun trying to turn up the fiery passion with the icy cold ones, hm? So much more rewarding.

[...it seems rather clear that at this point anything he says will just make things worse. So, here's Yue abruptly closing his journal and hanging up on the conversation.

This was just what he needed. Thank you ever so much, Malnosso.]

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