Luke fon Fabre; Appointments

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Used for one-on-one conversations/meetings, messages, gifts, or any back-tagging. I hope to use this way more than I probably should. B)

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[Action] - Christmas Day

[distressedude]

[Continued from here.]

I don't plan on making a habit of it. [With a soft laugh, though his smile wanes a bit.]

I just don't like not wearing one is all... [His hand starts to trail up towards his throat, but he stops and sets it in his lap before quickly adding:] Since it's been so cold lately.

[Action] - Christmas Day

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[... Ah. Right. Luke was there when Ion's neck got messed up...

So, he glances away and rubs the back of his head.] Well, it is pretty cold outside... I can't really say anything. I've been wearing this stomach thing Miyabi got me a lot more often now. [How about a subject change?]

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((from here!))

[Luke stays quiet for a second, his expression looking something like muted irritation.]

... You're sure pretty calm about this. [COME ON, GINJI, FLIP OUT WITH HIM!!]

[voice]

[broji]

Would it be better if I wasn't?

After the wings and the part about other worlds existing, I guess I've started to expect this place to be a little different from Auldrant.

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[... oh my gosh THAT IS SO COOL. Luke looks down at the controller, a new light in his eyes as he moves both of the knobs around, as if trying to get it to fly right this second.]

You can make it fly?

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Well, we should be able to once we figure out how she works. I can't think of any other reason why she'd come with controls, can you?

[Luke, that's... probably not going to do anything yet. But Ginji will just smile - there's no reason to discourage him when Luke's finally showing some interest in aviation.]

The rotor blades can move. [He pushes one with a finger and the top of the helicopter turns for a few seconds.] All she needs is power.

[Action, January 15th]

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[After this unpleasant little ragequit, Asch needed several hours not only to cool down, but to give a fair bit of thought to how he really felt about the situation. While it's true that Luke did something supremely stupid, and it's going to take a lot more than the replica's apologies to make Asch feel like any less of a publicly humiliated fool, he can also recognize the fact that it's pretty unlikely that Luke was actively trying to be malicious about it. He would never admit to overreacting, but... well, maybe he's pushing it a little.

...Not to mention that he can't just hide outside all day- bad enough that he's left the apartment only to realize he'd stormed out in a bathrobe. That certainly hadn't improved his mood any, though it had given him a reasonable distraction by sending him out on an emergency trip to the clothing shop.

Now, hours later, with a bathrobe slung over his arm and a new outfit on, he returns to the apartment, entering the room quietly without announcing himself. He glances around, checking for three things in particular: one, the replica, obviously, two, the pets, and three, whether or not the mess had been cleaned yet.]

[Action, January 15th]

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[Luke himself had taken that time to think and cool off, too, and come up with a few ideas. Some hadn't worked, but one or two seemed pretty good. Luke can never really apologize enough, so... maybe he could do something else. Hence, that's why he holds something in his hand, staring down at it in thought, while something new adorns his neck. ... Ah, he can't help itching at it with his other hand. He's never worn a necklace for a long period of time.

When Asch arrives, he'll find that the bloody spots on the floor are mostly gone - the smaller drops are, at least, while the bigger areas have towels over them. The cleaner Luke used is still soaking for those, and he's just giving them a bit of time.

Tsuae lets out a meow near Luke's room to indicate Asch's arrival, which makes Luke look up and notice Asch. He closes his fist around the object and stares with wide eyes - he hadn't expected Asch to be back yet. Or maybe he's just kind of scared. Hesitant, nervous.

Whatever it is, it still doesn't stop him from just looking... sad, then standing up and heading over, not really caring what Asch would say to this, to wrap his arms tight around Asch in a hug. Welcome back. He's so happy to see you...]

[action, february 21st]

[fourteen]

[ A full day and a half pass before Xion even tries to contact Luke. She does see his message, but it's like she's not able to process it, somehow. Like it has no meaning, or it's written in an alien language. She understands it, yet does not -- she knows he's there, but the idea of somehow going to him and leaving Roxas's side is so alien as to be incomprehensible.

The afternoon and evening of the 19th pass without any word or sign. So does the entire day of the 20th. It's sometime in the very early hours of the morning of the 21st - around 3 AM - that she finally takes him up on his offer.

She doesn't ask. Doesn't warn him. Kind of really hopes he isn't awake, when she portals into his room. But once she's there, she doesn't hesitate.

All she does is move over to the bed, lift up the covers, and crawl in beside him. All without a word, all without trying to wake him. She curls up by his side, taking fistfuls of his shirt in her hands, and very, very quietly, cries. ]

[action, february 21st]

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[It wasn't that long ago that Luke went to bed - probably just thirty minutes before Xion arrived. The moon lamp is on, and the tea he'd been drinking earlier sits empty on the nightstand, beside the picture of his girlfriend. He'd flopped onto his back just a few minutes before the portal showed itself, the tiger doll he'd been holding now at his side. He hadn't passed into deep sleep yet - it always took Luke a while to get there.

The portal doesn't wake him, and at first, he isn't aware that his other side is occupied as well. And yet slowly but surely, the extra warmth and the wet spot on his shoulder begins to rouse him. He doesn't jerk awake, only frowns as he's pulled back into the waking world. Just a few days ago he would've fallen back asleep, as the fog of sickness was too much to try wading through. But he's better now, and so he opens his eyes a crack to stare up at the ceiling.

Luke doesn't need to look to see who's there. He'd worried, of course, but he kept himself away from her. He knew that he wasn't what she needed, that he'd only make things worse, and so he merely checked his journal more than he usually did and left her alone. And now, she's here. He doesn't need to ask how she's doing; in fact, he doesn't need to say anything at all.

All he does is bend his arm at the elbow to gently stroke his fingers across the back of her jawbone, and turn his head enough to kiss her forehead, just like she did when he cried for her. He's here, and nothing could ever make him leave her. Not even this hidden illness he has.]

[Private, February 8th]

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[Okay, replibro, it's been two days since you came back from your mallynapping. B| Time to check up on you.]

Is this on? --Oh! There we go... um, hi Luke! It's Noel. I was wondering if you were okay. You were in horrible shape the other day, and, um... [Er.] If it's okay, could I come check up on you?

[...] B-But only if you want! I know you need your rest!

[Private, February 8th]

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[Luke had ben laying in bed, just trying to get some rest. He was just drifting off when - oh god voice.

Gaaah he should've left his journal shut...

It takes him a minute to respond, but after that, he pulls the journal towards him and rubs at an eye.]

Mm, hey, Noel... you wanted to see me?

May 13th - May 20th

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[After this, Luke had been brought to the closest clinic, the Battle Dome. It was pretty close, but soon enough, he's in his own room, recovering as much as he can.

On the 13th, he's still unconscious. On the 14th, he drifts in and out of it, and probably won't remember much from it. But on the 15th and onward, he remains on his right side, facing the wall, and barely moves from that. He doesn't speak much, doesn't react much. All he can do is think about all that's happened, and it makes his mood utterly depressed.

On the late morning 20th, however, he's long gone, even though he shouldn't be. There's a certain arrival that he felt that he couldn't stay in bed for.]

May 15th

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[When Ion arrives on the 13th, out of breath and more than just emotionally drained, it takes all he has not to simply collapse in relief upon seeing Luke alive. He doesn't linger long, figuring that Luke needed his rest.]

[When he comes again on the 14th, Luke is asleep again. Ion sits by his bedside for an hour or two in silence, and then leaves before Luke even has the chance to wake up.]

[But when he comes on the 15th, Luke is awake. The door opens quietly; so quietly that Luke may not even hear it until it clicks shut behind him. Perhaps it's for the best that it took two days for him to actually see Luke. That's two days spent pulling himself back together. Even now, he was still shaken, almost in disbelief that what happened actually happened... In that respect, he can hardly imagine how hard this must be for Luke.]

[He doesn't take a seat yet, as though unsure whether or not he'll be sent away. Though he's just as unsure whether he could bring himself to leave Luke alone right now, while he was awake.]

...Luke?

May 16

[gleamed]

[Rapunzel has been worried sick about Luke ever since...ever since that day. And between many failed attempts at a good night's sleep, she's been baking. A lot.

And she can't put off visiting any longer. She just has to see how he's doing. She isn't exactly sure what the relationship is between Asch and Luke is, but whatever it was, he needed cheering up more than she did. And if there was any way she could possibly help...

So laden with three pies, she heads over to Luke's place, knocking on his door.]

...Luke? Are you there? It's...it's Rapunzel.

May 16

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[Some time after Rapunzel leaves, Luke gets another visitor. Nephry is careful to knock quietly, not wanting to disturb his rest - especially after the way Ion said he looked the day before.

If he answers, she will come in. If not, she'll at least look inside to see if he's awake.]

May 15th

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[It was hard enough waiting a full day after hearing Luke's distress call (and worrying herself silly), but harder still to see him laying injured the next day, resting and bandaged up. Miyabi had wanted to ask just what happened - to both of them - but she had to leave in the end, to allow Luke to sleep, and recover more. She didn't sleep well at all that night, either.

It's today that she tries again, if only to see her friend again, and bring him some flowers. She has cut a small branch off one of the cherry blossom trees, and arranged it with other flowers and leaves as best she could with shaky hands. It was mediocre at best, but would pass for something. A quiet voice greets the door before she peers inside, slowly. Miyabi's face is anything but happy.]

Luke?

The whole week....

[fourteen]

[ Of course she's there the whole time. She only leaves his side for his other guests, and to get changes of clothes for herself. And maybe something to eat.

It's very unfortunately reminiscent of the last time she almost died. And he was the one camping by her bedside.

Even if he doesn't say much, she stays, a quiet presence by his side. Sometimes she's reading a book, sometimes leaning the upper half of her body on the bed and dozing, sometimes just watching him quietly. She doesn't try to talk, much, though occasionally she reaches out to touch his hand, brush his hair back.

... she does sit on the side that faces the wall. Well, will, unless he tells her to move. It'd be hard, not to look at his face. To only see his back and imagine what he's thinking. Though seeing his eyes, when she does, isn't much better. There's just no light in them, only darkness.

But she stays and she waits. For him. Always for him. ]

May 19th - rated S for "SORRY BRO" (or sadcat, take your pick)

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["I know you care, Guy. You can pretend to me all you want that you don't, but ... even if I don't know you, I know Luke. And he wouldn't love you as much as he does if you weren't worth it."

The conversation with Xion the morning before had nearly kept Guy locked up in the clinic. It had stirred at all the emotions and hurt and fear he was already struggling to wade through, about himself and about Luke, and he had spent his entire evening wanting to punch a hole straight through the clinic wall. He wasn't sure what she was going to tell Luke. Or if she was going to tell Luke anything at all. And she's revealed enough about Luke's current state of being to wrench at the edges of Guy's heart, not even remotely helping the guilt he felt.

But ultimately, when Guy woke up on the morning of the 19th, he still found himself up and out of bed and gingerly leaving the clinic, despite the protests of the staff. Maybe it was the fact that he'd heard about Luke's attempts to contact him. Or that the boy hadn't been speaking to anyone. Or that he hadn't breathed a word about what had happened. Not even to his own girlfriend.

There were things that Luke needed to know. Now. Before Asch returned. Before Guy found himself too confused, too angry, too hurt by circumstances to speak clearly again.

Guy had to talk to him.

He slips to the apartment to grab a fresh change of clothes - to cover up his bandages, more than anything - before he makes his way over to the Battle Dome... and camps. He doesn't enter. Not just yet.

It's only later in the evening, when he sees Xion leaving the clinic, that he finally sneaks his way to the entrance. She knew now. He wasn't about to pretend that was a violent mess in the making, and he wasn't going to have something like that happen in front of Luke. Luke trusted him. With the way they had been talking, there was a good chance Xion thought otherwise. That wasn't something the redhead needed to be a part of. Not if he was in as bad of states as Xion had mentioned.

He's quiet as he makes his way to Luke's room, slipping in and keeping the door slightly ajar. There he was - wrapped up, arm in a splint, facing away from the door, the only sign that he was even alive being the slow rise and fall of his chest and shoulders.

Just the way he held himself in the bed showed that he was still awake. And that he was doing far from well. It hurt. It hurt a lot, to see Luke that low...

Guy rubs a hand at the base of his neck, staring at the boy on the bed for a long moment before finally stepping forward, keeping his motions still. He sits himself down wearily at the end of the bed, leaning forward with his arms on his knees, facing the doorway, keeping silent in hopes that the redhead might turn and acknowledge him...

He was ready to leave if Luke wasn't prepared to see him. But right now, he'd cling to whatever hope he could.]

Event Threads: May 26th - June 5th

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May 27th

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Game?

[That makes him lift his head to look at the side of hers. Games have always been fun! At least, they'd make him laugh and learn and not let him feel afraid of whatever's around him.]

July 3rd [Action]

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[So much has happened in the last few weeks leading up to this. So much, that Noel hasn't gotten the chance to see Luke in some time. A part of her feels really bad, truthfully... and neither of them had any time to catch up after she'd returned.

After her failed attempt at contacting Ragna, Noel sucks in whatever sadness she's felt and decides to pay a surprise visit to the man, and what a visit it will be!

...knock, knock.]

July 3rd [Action]

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[Luke realized that Noel had returned. But so much happened that there was no way he could contact her, or vice versa. And by the time things had cleared up, Luke was just too sick to go anywhere. He'd have to catch up with her later... After this happened.

So when he hears the knock on the door, he assumes it's someone like Tear or Guy. The latter, not so much, since Guy has a key and he's been taking it on himself to do everything he could and not give Luke any work to do, knowing how much it exhausted him now.

In fact, it exhausted him so much that it takes him longer than usual to get to the door. Just standing was a chore, and walking was even worse. But once he finally reaches the door, he leans against the wall beside it and hangs his head briefly before he opens it, ready to greet who he thinks is outside.

...

And then his mouth hangs open, because it's not who he thinks.]

Noel...?

[Looking at him, it's clear that this isn't just some kind of cold, or even the flu. With the way his body is so thin and pale, almost bony, and how even his hair seems a little thin... No, something much worse was wrong.]

July 15th [Voice] HELLLOOOOO

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[In the midst of all that happened since yesterday's return, Noel had forgotten something vital.

Luke. It had been more than a week since Luke had passed on; surely now, he would be alive again, and it was important that she checked up on him.

As for herself, Noel was in... a better mood. Better than ever, really, but what about Luke? Was he... handling things okay?]

Luke? Are you there? [...] You have to be around, right?

July 15th [Voice] WHY HELLO THERE

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[And here he was just in the apartment with Xion, lounging on the couch quite happily. He, too, is better than ever, for certain reasons, even with the knowledge of his penalty. It seemed so insignificant compared to what happened during the past two days.

So when he picks up the journal and hears Noel's voice, he grins as he answers her.]

Yeah, I'm here! Where've you been? I didn't see you when I came back.

September 1st [Vatheon - Text] oh is it that time already

[relinquishing]

["You have -- 6 -- unheard messages".]

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["First message: Received: SATURDAY SEPTEMBER FIRST at 11:05 A.M."]

Hey, Luke.

I don't know where you ran off to yesterday. Sorry if you feel you have to hide. But you can come home whenever you're up for it.

[A pause.]

Please don't stay out too long.

*clik*

[action; morning september 3rd]

[fourteen]

[ For once, instead of taking a portal in, Xion takes the walk to her home. It's been such a long time since she's been home. She's not sure just how long, yet, as she lost track of the date, but it feels like it's been a while. So she walks slowly home, taking in the sights. Everything looks normal, mostly. There's just enough off here and there, though, to make her curious.

But she doesn't let it trouble her too much. She wants to get home and rest, if only for a short while, before catching up with everything else.

So it's through the front door she comes, tired but well, calling out as she shuts the door behind her. There's a small smile on her face, too. ]

Luke? Are you here? I'm home. [ Just in case he might be sleeping - he's never been an early riser - she heads to his bedroom, poking her head in. ]

[action; morning september 3rd]

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[As it's still morning and Luke had been having trouble sleeping again, likely due to the guilt that quietly gnawed at him after Miriam left, he's still on his side and sleeping soundly. He is by no means a light sleeper, so her voice didn't even make him stir. If anything, it made him relax, as his dreams grew much more pleasant.

He's still more to the side of the bed than the middle, and one arm hugs something close, obscured by the covers, though Xion might see a stuffed orange and black striped tail peeking out from the top of the sheet.]

Event logs: Amnesia Event

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Nephry

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((ooc: from here!))

I guess it makes sense that one of us would come up with a nickname or something. It's weird hearing someone call out your own name. It probably gets weirder if someone else wants to talk to one of us.

[It does make sense, his brother coming up with a nickname. Maybe he ought to call him that a little.]

... I'm sorry you have to see me like this. It probably hurts, knowing I can't remember you.