patterned useless pretty boy call-out post

[assumedposition]

THIS IS A PLACEHOLDER POST FOR ALBERT DE MORCERF

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[hallucinogenetic]

Didn't know this was your world.

[assumedposition]

No...?

You make it sound like you're just wandering aimlessly or something.

[hallucinogenetic]

Tch. I'm searching for someone. We got separated.

[assumedposition]

... Someone from Sabra La Tau? Or...?

[hallucinogenetic]

No.

My fiancé.

[assumedposition]

What? You're engaged?

Kanda-- that's great news! You lucky guy. Congratulations! Why didn't you say anything sooner?

[hallucinogenetic]

I've been with you ten minutes.

[assumedposition]

Oh. Hmm. Well, that's true. Still! This is big news. You could have at least written, you sly dog.

[He doesn't seem at all offended, though.]

[hallucinogenetic]

I was trapped in an amnesiac fairytale world. I was a bit busy.

[assumedposition]

[Albert mistakes his meaning.]

I'm not sure I would call Sabra much of a "fairytale." Besides. It's been a while since then!

[hallucinogenetic]

No, you idiot, another one. A new place .

[assumedposition]

What-- another one? No way.

Was one go-around not enough, or something?

[hallucinogenetic]

You think I chose it?!

[assumedposition]

[Albert blinks, surprised.]

Huh. You mean you didn't?

[That was the one thing that was always made very clear to them right at the outset, in Sabra: they were all there because they had chosen it. "I do this willingly." Words Albert will never forget.]

[hallucinogenetic]

Not in—Aather. Not really.

. . . got what I wanted anyway, so it doesn't much matter in the end.

[assumedposition]

Still. Not giving you a choice in the matter-- I'm glad you got what you wanted, but there's no call for that.

[ It's clear he's mad on Kanda's behalf. ]

[hallucinogenetic]

Life's like that.

[taking a drink of too-hot tea, just scowling at it when it scalds him a little]

We've been out on our own for a while now. No more going back.

[assumedposition]

Huh? To your world, you mean...? What about all your friends?

[hallucinogenetic]

They can take care of themselves. I'm not taking Alma back to that.

[assumedposition]

Ahaha... wow. That bad, huh?

[hallucinogenetic]

I told you what they did to me. It was always worse for Alma.

I got out. He didn't.

[assumedposition]

Ah...

[Albert looks away for a moment, recalling some of what Kanda told him about his past. Sabra seems like such a long time ago, now...]

So you wanted to go elsewhere. But you got separated. Across different worlds...?

[hallucinogenetic]

When crossing. There was some kind of interference.

[shrugs a shoulder]

He's around here somewhere, though. My golem's looking, too.

[assumedposition]

[He doesn't know what a golem is, but that's not the important thing here. The important thing is:]

--Ah! You're certain? [He barrels on before he gets an answer to that. It's a rhetorical question, almost. Albert doesn't doubt for a second that Kanda is certain.]

Then-- what are we doing sitting around having tea for! I know my way around the city better than you do. [He stands.] You should let me help!

[hallucinogenetic]

Alma's fine.

[draining his tea, though, and standing up]

We'll go look, though. I'll stay the night if there's no luck.