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[depthundersands]

[Journal is sitting on the sand, in front of it a few feet away Alia is sitting, once again it seems a phantom seems to have turned the thing on to record when she had not meant to. Alia's sitting cross legged in the sand, facing the moon as it rises over the dunes. At first's she rocking a little, her head rolling loosely on her neck, she seems

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[voice]

[goldenpathredux]

She stopped you last time. You won't have her again. One of us...[Sound of a crysknife being removed from its sheath]...will make sure of that.

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[depthundersands]

D-don't!!
Leto...
I need you to- to make them stop.
I can only... make them be quite... for a short--ah time.
[Labored breathing, and then someone else voice, as if someone else is there.]

Take her from me, I dare you. She resists, but only... for so long.

[a scream, grunting, crying the sand of sand]

No-! No Leto please, he- he can't fight me... when you... when you- I was trying to... find a path... for us to be- ah! for things to be... nonono! stop-

...help me Leto...

[She sounded about to say something else, chocking back on a sob, before the journal cut off]

[action]

[goldenpathredux]

[Leto's on his way...his own ancestor. He's pissed. There's so many of them. Meanwhile he yells into his journal...He hopes to break the hold that the evil ancestor has on her with one he knows he can trust.]

Jehanne Butler!

[If she's near the desert's edge, she might see him cresting one of the mountains to look down it in order to try to find her.]

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[depthundersands]

[Head in the sand, pillowed on her clock, Alia's eyes look out to the distance glassy (and brightly glowing) eyed, seeing not the sky, or even Leto's approaching, seeing a mass of intertwined futures, and fragments of other people's memories. Desperately trying to fight thought them, the capture that path, where just beyond her vision, she knows the one where they can both live in peace, has to be there.]