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Who: Vanyel Ashkevron & Anyone
Broadcast: Video, Fleet Wide
Action: SS Marsiva
When: After waking up & the week of April 12–18

_{[ Vanyel comes awake slowly, head pounding, feeling like he had just spent a week recovering from magic sickness, though at least he didn't feel the need to vomit. Blinking, he looks around the room, sitting up gingerly, clearly cautious. Looking down at himself, he's not surprised to see his Whites (which to anyone else would look medieval, a period costume), perfect and pristine, boots sitting at the end of the bed, polished within an inch of their life.

Over a series of long moments, those watching can see the realization dawn on his face that whatever he had been expecting, it was not this. Not the metal walls, or the sheets that covered him. Eyes dart around, trying to make sense of it all, lips set in a hard line. Vanyel suddenly stops, eyes glazing as if far away, his already pale skin paling further, hands shaking some in his lap, head hanging and his dark hair falling forward to shield his face. It takes several long moments for him to come out what could only be shock.

He swung his feet over the edge, reaching for his boots, tugging them on before standing. Clearly he has no idea his every move is being broadcasted. He sat there, rubbing his hands against his thighs. ]}

It was to much to hope for, I suppose...

_{[ Another pause, gathering thoughts. ]}

If anyone is there, my name is Vanyel Ashkevron.

_{[ Now why would he do that? Perhaps this has happened before? Or maybe he expects guards outside the door. Anything was truly possible. ]}

And I would very much like to know where I am.

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[ Duke doesn't open video on his end up for a bit, trying to tell what that "too much to hope for" is about. He doesn't quite remember how Vanyel arrived in the castle....

So a guess. ]

Perhaps it was.

_{[ Shock and sadness cross his face in equal measures when he sees Duke
on the other end of the feed. He remembered taking his hand as they had
stepped towards the door, promising him a good life, a better life. And yet
he was here, and he felt guilt for being glad to see his face. ]}

Duke... Duke where are we? Why are we not in Valdemar?

[ There is a faint bit of relief to his voice when he speaks again, even if there is an awkward, sort of bitter, thin smile at Vanyel's reaction to seeing him. ]

Part of some sort of fleet - only the ships are enclosed metal things. You.. ought to be on the Marsiva, although I am on the Pathstone now.

[ A proper grimace. ]

This place pulls people like the castle did.

_{[ A stone sank in his gut, large and heavy, making it hard to breathe
for a moment. Any hope he had sheltered died, and it was one of the more
painful feelings he'd experienced in his life. ]}

Enclosed metal things?

Are you close? Might I see you?

[ ... He said the wrong thing didn't he- ]

They're ships, but there isn't a deck like with the ones in the water. ... Because we're off of any world.

I am currently on a different ship, unfortunately. Every saturday, those who wake up where you are move to smaller ships, and assuming nothing changes [ Which.. is a very unlikely assumption, given how used to annoying changes those from Paradisa had gotten- ] we should be able to meet then.

Off any world? I do not understand.

_{[ Space travel? What was that? Ships he understood, but not as Duke
described them. It made his head ache all the more, the mage pressing
fingers to his temples, massaging. ]}

Is there a guarantee I shall be placed upon your ship?

... Find a window.

[ He's sorry, that's the most he can think of to help with. ]

No. However, all .. the non-Marsiva ships are currently docked at the same place. So, when you are placed on one, we can meet in person regardless.

I suppose the door is not locked?

_{[ He pushed up from the bed finally, smoothing out his jerkin and his
trousers, ever the peacock however unconsciously. ]}

Good, I am glad. I... I am sorry Duke. I did not mean for this to happen I took you through my door.

You'll be able to find a kitchen and windows, at least. Although the food is... of very interesting texture. [ Barely edible if you're going for texture.

Duke gives an awkward smile. ]

I would be insane if I thought you did mean for this to happen. If it is any consolation, there are a few others from the castle here. Perhaps this.. Atroma, was merely opertunistic when it came to claiming people. [ ... Honestly, so far, this place was much better. Getting shot at and all. ]

I am sure I have eaten worse in my years.

_{[ He makes for the door, considering it for a moment before finding
the way to open it, peering cautiously into the hall.}

But Duke's words bolster his heart, even if his posture does not fully relax. ]

Which others? Is Atroma this world's version of the Castle, stealing us all away?

It may depend on what you mix.

Ahhh... Crowley, Ino, Allen... Alex, Tsuna, Felix. At least, that's who Crowley listed. [ Well, Crowley didn't mention Felix. Felix talked to Duke on his own- ]

Aside from so rudely interrupting plans, this whole space and ship thing is much better than the castle.

_{[ He knew many of those names, some well, some not. The one that stood
out the most was Felix, a fellow mage, somehow he had leaned heavily on not
that long ago with the sudden disappearance of his beloved. ]}

Felix is here as well? Ah, it seems that our former residence was a popular drawing point then.

Does it not play tricks on us?

_{[ He's walking down the hall now, curious and cautious still, eyes
perhaps a little wide. ]}

[ An agreeing hum. ]

As far as I have been here, no. Asking someone else would probably be better.

_{[ A sigh, the non answers not helping, but it wouldn't help to blame
Duke. ]}

Have you done well, at least? Your sight has not been an issue?

_{[ Concern, as always, for his friend before himself. ]}

[ He hasn't gotten around to stalking the communicator yet.

He blinks, a little confused. ]

Yes. [ He might have annoyed someone recently, but it wasn't anyone he had to live with. ] My vision has been clear, and the other losses have cleared up.

_{[ A pause at that. ]}

Your sight and your losses... What the Castle took has been returned?

It is why I am fairly sure we are not in the Castle's grip.

[ Sure they swapped a Castle for a... fleet of ships, rather than Valdemar as planned. But he can see, and read, and remember all he ought to, so.. ]

As far as I can tell, only weapons have gone missing. Or things that could be used as weapons. I don't have any sewing needles anymore.

_{[ Well, weapons were of little concern to him. He could find a rapier
or something else, so long as he had his magic he would be fine. But if
Duke's losses were gone... ]}

Yes, I noticed my rapier was gone as well.

_{[ A cough, touching his throat. ]}

Do you mind if I try something, Duke? Tell me if you hear anything.

_{[ He opened his mouth, singing a long, sonorous note. ]}

[ More or less how Duke felt, but he would really rather have Dein Nomos back. He likes his stolen sword, okay.

Duke blinks at the request, but nods and.

That wasn't what he was expecting. ]

Singing. Or.. the start of it?

_{[ There's a moment where he is just breathing, touching his throat,
blinking rapidly. ]}

Goddess... I... I can sing again.

[ He vaguely remembers Vanyel being interested about Duke being able to at least hum a tune. So music - and being able to produce it - was very important to him. ]

Don't even seem that rusty at it.

_{[ A short laugh. ]}

Yes, thankfully. Though it's been... it's been years since I've sung. Or played. I'll have to be careful my fingers do not bleed the first time I try.

[ Yay he managed to be a little funny! Or something like that. ]

Blood can't be good for any instrument.

No, it is not, but my finger tips are no doubt soft from not having touched the strings in so long. It will take time to build the callouses again.

Don't push yourself into getting them back. I can heal fingers, but scar isn't the same as callouses, and all the cleaning would likely ruin instruments.

[ ..... He cares, okay. ]

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