[From the journal system comes the voice of a rather angry young lady. Her words are clipped, English, though her German accent is a little more prominent than usual.]
This is a sick fucking joke, isn't it. First it's a boat, then a stupid island and now, a castle. My God the creativity is just skyrocketing today.
[That is some delicious monotone
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She has been keeping quiet and to herself for the most part, but since she can read, she has been reading the journal and learning what she can.]
It is real.
[Her voice is tentative, as if she is uncertain she should even be replying. She much preferred keeping to herself and remaining in the shadows to making herself known or popular. No one wanted a misborn as a friend anyway, so why should she bother?]
They are all gone ..
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Real or not, I'll believe it when I see it.
[Because everyone being gone is something she's heard before, and others were still saved after she was told that. Grapple softens her tone.]
The worlds and stuff might be gone, yeah. But don't give up on others surviving, okay?
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No one has come yet .. no one would miss me, even if world was fine .. No one will know I'm gone.
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I'm willing to bet my bike that there's someone back home who misses you. More than one even.
[She loves that bike. It's a huge bet from Grapple.]
Besides, you sound like a sweetheart to me. What's your name?
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Only saying what is true.
[Bike?? What are that?? :O She manages to not ask aloud, but booooooooy is she wondering. Metal things weren't too popular in Velgarth, minus weaponry and some household items. A bike ..yeah .. wtf even, how does it work?? Is it alive? Is it a pet???
A stretch of silence at Grapple's pronouncement and then ..]
Zhaneel .. My name is Zhaneel.. Who .. Who are you?
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How uh... How long have you been here?
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Oh, but look, that other question is a welcome distraction from this train of thought.]
Nearly half a moon. [Gryphon for almost two weeks.]
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