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Saturday, November 7th, 2009
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2:55 am - ~4 Naps~
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[Accidental video of Eagle in the bar, and amazingly he's neither washing dishes nor playing the piano! He's behind the bar, dressed in uniform, and wiping down the bar with a cloth. It doesn't take long, and once he's finished he turns to lean over a book laying open on one end of the bar]
Hmm... two parts vodka...
[Continues studying drinks, absently dangling the dust cloth for Pocket to bat at. After a minute the journal clicks off, Eagle never noticed it was recording]
current mood:  content
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| Monday, October 5th, 2009
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7:43 pm - ~3.5 Naps~
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[fffffff, so, not an actual journal update per se, but. Anyone wandering around beside the hotels might find a thick clump of bushes with an Eagle in the middle, naked and fast asleep. His cloak (which he'd been apparently laying on) is half-tangled around him to afford him a tiny bit of modesty, but not much. From the mess he is, it's a bit obvious what happened, though not the who.]
[So, anyone could find him. Considering this is Kiseki, it'll probably manage to be Umi at some point. Hopefully he won't traumatize anyone too badly.]
[Also, Koryuu is probably hiding in the trees nearby to watch the fun]
current mood:  asleep
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| Friday, October 2nd, 2009
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8:36 pm - ~3 Naps~ Accidental Video
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[Here, have a video. The journal is apparently sitting on the desk, and it shows a view of the empty, unmade bed and Eagle sitting by the window, staring out. It's not quite dawn and there aren't any lights on, so at the moment he's not much more than a dark silhouette]
Why...?
[He shifts a bit, uncomfortably, then sighs. He runs a hand through his hair, then leans forward to put his head in his hands]
The moment I want to sleep, it eludes me...
[He raises his head enough to look out the window again, quite obviously brooding]
Lantis...
current mood: lonely
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| Saturday, September 26th, 2009
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8:46 am - ~2 Naps~
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[Here, have a few dots and aborted lines]
Umi, I
I am sorry for yesterday, Umi. Thank you for all your help. I'm alright now.
[Poor guy doesn't know how to filter yet, so feel free to have anyone jump him. Also, this is the morning before Umi's party.]
current mood:  contemplative
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| Thursday, September 24th, 2009
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7:31 pm - ~1 Nap~
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[Video]
[Video comes on to show the Welcome Center, where someone has just arrived. He looks a bit disheveled, and he's breathing a bit heavily and looking around in utter confusion. His hair is a pale platinum blond, and he's wearing a long, sand-colored cloak and possibly some of the strangest headgear ever seen. It involves a headband with a jewel set into it and hunter green cloth hanging down to shield his neck. A darkened visor covers his eyes, and several wires are running from various points on the headband. He looks around, frowning]
Where...? Geo, can you hear me? Geo?
[He frowns deeper when there's no apparent answer]
Is this what lies beyond the Road...? Does this mean that I....?
[He shakes his head slightly and turns to the Kiseki ladies, who proceed to explain absolutely nothing, but gesture to the journal. He turns toward it with a frown, and starts to reach for it, but then his jaw tightens and he wavers, leaning heavily against the counter as though he's going to pass out. After a long minute the spell seems to pass, and he straightens up again, scooping up the journal and cutting off the video]
[Written]
This place is not at all what I was expecting. I don’t see her anywhere.
For that matter, I seem to have lost the FTO. Zazu is going to be very upset with me. I’m quite sure Geo is already upset with me.
[A pause as he speaks to the Kiseki ladies again. They’re telling him that other people can read what he writes in the journal, but he’s a bit dubious about the idea]
Alright, the first thing is, I need to look around, try and figure out where I am, and if she’s here too. Then maybe I can plan the next course of action. If we must fight, so be it. That’s what I came here to do. If I don’t have the FTO, then perhaps we’re meant to fight another way.
But first, I have to find her.
current mood:  determined
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