- sixth raven // action/voice
- December 27th, 2011
[Even though he'd heard before that death isn't a permanent thing in Luceti, it's still rather a surprise for Gilbert to find himself back in the village again. Surprise, however, quickly gives way to the realization that damn it's cold out and he's in the snow in insufficient clothing. Hopefully the Malnosso were kind enough to repair his coat for him, but if so they certainly didn't leave it for him to wear. Clearly he just needs to get to the store to find it. That and his hat. His hat had better be waiting for him.
Something... doesn't feel right, though. It's not like a headache, but rather the opposite of one, which thought doesn't make sense even as it occurs to him, though it's the only comparison he can come up with. Like his head is too light, emptier than before, and being dizzy and distracted isn't necessarily a good thing when it's this cold out and he's trying to find his way home.
Gilbert finally dredges up a scrap of logical reasoning and half-staggers over to the closest wall, leaning against whatever building that might be and opening the journal he had been clutching to himself like a shield without even stopping to consider what he was holding.]
...hello? Is anyone listening?
[Hopefully someone is. And that someone is nearby. Preferably with a blanket. (And hopefully the message was coherent enough with his teeth chattering like they are.)]