sketchingideals: (☆ blush and contemplate)
[Jeb has been thinking about what happened right before he was taken here a lot more as of late... about what happened with Donovan. No, not Donovan--Aero of Wind. He doesn't want to think that the man never cared, that some of their time together had been sincere. He refuses to believe that it was all a lie, but it still hurts. It hurts that his former friend had put his hometown in a state of being 'frozen.' It hurts that the friend he made ended up being the one who was trying to take the life of Tori, someone who has always meant a lot to him, even before they became romantically involved.

He comes to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, someone in the village might understand how he feels. He turns on the audio function of his journal, and after a few brief moments, he speaks.]


This is probably a very weird and sudden question, but... um, have any of you ever had a really close friend who then hurt you?
sketchingideals: (☆ i can't help but love the world)
[One good thing about being taken here is that Jeb hasn't run out of inspiration for art. Currently, he's found a nice place to sit and draw the surroundings around him.

Feel free to approach him, but don't be surprised if he doesn't hear you at first or jumps when he does. This is something that steals his focus very quickly.]
sketchingideals: (☆ i'm still learning so much)
--nder what this does... hey, is this recording? Woah, this is a journal that can record things? Even if I don't know what the heck is going on, that is so cool! So, um, can anyone tell me why I woke up with no shirt on? It... it's a little embarrassing, and I feel really exposed--hey, I have wings! What the...?! People don't really wake up with wings! But I guess they also really don't wake up dressed in something different, either. Hey, I wonder...! [There's a pause, before the sound of running can be heard and a loud thud after that.] Ow... I guess they aren't meant for flying, even if they are neat. Oh, hey, there my clothes are! Now I can actually feel comfortable! Well, with how I'm dressed, at least. I still don't know where I am, and that's not good at all.

...

Where is this place? [And then, reality slowly begins to hit him.] I-If someone can hear this, does anyone know the way out of here? I really can't stay here, even though the scenery is beautiful. If I wasn't in such a rush to get back, I wouldn't mind sketching a bit of my surroundings. But I can't stay! I have to go home, I have to make sure everyone is all right! But it would also be rude not to introduce myself, if anyone can hear me. My name's Jeb, and it's nice to meet you!

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