niepokonany | First Uprising

[Someone didn't bother flipping past the first page of the journal. And, finding a mostly-blank sheet of paper, he's decided to write a letter.]

Hey, Liet!

Oh my God, you totally wouldn't believe how crazy stuff has been at my place! Like ok, there was this huge fight, right? Like, at Stroczek? And I was so rad, Liet, I kicked all kinds of Russian butt. You should have seen how mad he was! So hilarious.

I think the victory party might have gotten a little off the hook, though? 'Cause like, I woke up in the woods, wearing somebody else's pants! No clue whose, though, it's just me and the pants and for some reason an empty diary or something. Oh--wanna know the other weird thing? I totally have wings now! They're not huge and badass like the ones on my old armor but they're still pretty fierce.

So I think I'm gonna go, you know, look for the nearest village or some junk. When you get this, you should sneak out and come to my place--Russia might kind of still be advancing, and it's about to go down again, so you could watch me kick his butt! It'd look kind of like this:

[Here follows an extremely rough doodle of a person on horseback kicking another person (who is wearing a scarf) in the face.]

You could help if you wanted, too, I guess. I'll send this when I find a town, so I hope it'll get to you soon!

Yours,

Poland

[...Yeah, it's pretty obvious that he didn't know this was public. It's also worth noting that for all the carefree bravado in the letter, he doesn't look quite so confident in the picture the camera snapped.]

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[Iris sighs.]

Um, hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this book you're writing in? It kind of shows everybody else what you wrote.

So, maybe this Liet person saw it, but so did everybody else with a journal.

Hi.

Wait what.

[It takes him a minute to figure out how to activate the comment he received, and then a minute longer to figure out how to send a reply. He still looks notably shaken by the whole thing--look, you would, too, if you were trying to figure out how the pen worked without an inkwell and suddenly a book was talking to you!]

Um... Hahaha... I totally knew that! I like, just kind of felt like--like writing for whatever reason! It's no big deal or anything!

Edited 2013-10-11 22:39 (UTC)

[ ... Poland? ]

Boo.

[He makes a thoroughly undignified little sound of surprise. Sort of a "ghi?!" kind of noise.]

Oh my god. Is--is it like, haunted?! No way!

[Taking the time to read over the journal, he immediately sees the letter then rushes from House 44 towards where he assumes Poland would be. After searching an hour, he finally finds him in the woods and his heart is racing. He's back after so many months, this wasn't a dream. He was here and Frederic couldn't be happier. Something did seem a little off, but he doesn't care.]

Feliks? It's truly you, isn't it? I'm not dreaming... You're here right in front of me.

[Awww, this one must be new.]

You're planning on returning their pants, aren't you?

[He's been wandering around for that whole hour, but seems pretty unharmed, aside from the wings and the utter confusion.]

...Fryderyk? No way, what are you doing here?

[...He looks a little concerned. Should Fryderyk be walking alone out here? He looks pretty... A little older, almost, is his health really up to it?]

[By the third reply, he's getting a little more used to using the journal. It's still weird for him, but he's much more able to hide it with a smile.]

Only if they give mine back! I don't know, though, these are way comfy...

[He remembered him. Or that's it seems. He walks to his side and does what he feels is right, hold him close.]

Oh Feliks, I've missed you so... I thought I'd never see you again.

Ha, I don't think they have yours~ They might think you stole them, if you don't hurry. [How long will he believe her? If he even believes her at all.]

[Whoa, suddenly with the hugging? He's confused, and goes still for a second, but Bromantic Hugs are hardly out of the ordinary in their time period, so he gets over it quickly, patting Chopin on the back... A little less forcefully than he would someone else, because he's delicate and stuff, right?]

Oh my god, you totally don't have to make it sound all dramatic! I mean, you haven't even been crashing at France's place that long...

Well, they can think what they want to. Like, hello, what am I supposed to wear if they don't have mine?

[Beat.]

Wait, so like, do you know whose they are?

[Suddenly he's really confused for a moment. What is he talking about? When he suddenly realizes, his heart sinks.]

Feliks, this is going to sound a little strange but please try to understand. What is the last moment you remember from home? And do you remember the name Luceti?

No, it's not!

...It might be, though!

Um... Well, ok, you probably haven't heard yet at France's place, but like, there was a fight at Stroczek the other day? Last thing I remember is going out for a drink to celebrate, with some of the soldiers.

...Is that, like, Italian or something?

Wait, so like, which one is it?

Gotta tell you, Maybe-Haunted Book, you kind of suck at answers.

How do you know that isn't intentional, to mess with you?!

[Yeah, Frederic realizes he was right and his heart sinks even further into despair. He doesn't remember after all.]

...I see. So they've returned you with no memories.

[The disappointment is evident in his voice before he continues.]

Feliks, this will be a lot to take in so bear with me. You've been brought to a village called Luceti and kidnapped by an organization called the Malnosso for scientific experimentation. Though there's more to it, you've also been brought here once before. However, even those who've been brought here already can come back with no memories of their previous time here. Also, I did hear that news... 18 years ago. Where I'm from, it's 1849 and I'm thirty-nine years old.

Edited 2013-10-12 00:03 (UTC)

Because... that'd be pretty lame?

...Are the wings to mess with me, too? Seriously, what's the deal there?

[There is so much about that info dump that is baffling that he just literally doesn't have any idea where to start with it. He blinks up at Chopin a couple of times, then finally manages a laugh, a thin and uncomfortable one.]

Dude, what? That... What?

Are you sick again? Did you like, hit your head or anything? Or--or is this some kind of weird prank?

The wings are actually something that everyone has on this planet.

Um, no? I think I kind of would've noticed by now if everybody in the whole world had wings.

Everyone on this world does, moron.

[Well, yes, she does because they're his now.]

It depends. What does the tag say on the inside?

[Inwardly Frederic is sighing and extremely disappointed. Perhaps it was too much information to lay on Poland, but what other choice did he have? It was either continue to lie or not. He wasn't about to lie to him again.]

We can discuss more details later, Feliks. Right now I'd rather get you back to the village and on your feet. Would you be opposed to living with me?

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