001 ♫ Arrival

[musicite.livejournal.com]

[He comes to himself still on the ground. The white uniform will need to be cleaned, he notes in passing. The small creatures nudging him bear no resemblence to youma; this place bears no resemblence to the Dark Kingdom. Where is he?

Where is Master Endymion? He struggles to a sitting position, despite the protests of moogles who think he's not ready to move yet. He has to. He raises his hands, as if playing a piano- and indeed, music starts to fill the air, perfect and clear, captured by the communicator as well. It is searching, seeking, desperate.

But after only a moment, he stops. His hands slump and then fall beside him. His eyes find the ground and his shoulders sag in defeat.]

My music cannot reach the master from here.

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[urmyluckygirl.livejournal.com]

That-- might be a bit-- [Obsessive. Excessive.]

There are usually new arrivals weekly, and the moogles usually convince them to announce their arrivals. You shouldn't need to go to all that trouble.

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[musicite.livejournal.com]

[This does not touch the surface of his... devotion... to his lord.]

I was revived to seek and serve him again. I will not abandon that here.

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[urmyluckygirl.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't be abandoning him. It's not like you'd be giving up.

[Looks to the ground for a moment]

Oliver and I can keep an eye out for him too, right Oliver?

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[musicite.livejournal.com]

Your help is noted.

[Noted, perhaps, but there is something about his tone that is still distant and cool, rather than warm and appreciative.]

Until then, I must learn more of this place to be able to protect the master when he arrives.