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[desertscythe.livejournal.com]

[A man is running through the town, frantically searching for something. He seems completely unaware that he's been moved to a new location as he continues to search, pulling random people he encounters aside.]

Have you seen my family?

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[allthatdies]

[Van hears the familiar voice and stops, turning to see who it's from.]

Lar- Badaq. Do you need help?

[desertscythe.livejournal.com]

I can't find my wife or daughter anywhere. Have you seen them?

[allthatdies]

...I'm afraid I haven't. I'll help you search for them, however. They may be here.

[desertscythe.livejournal.com]

...Thank you.

Meryl is only a newborn. I have to make sure she's alright.

[allthatdies]

There aren't many infants here, so that should make it easier to find her. We'll ask everyone we can, then.

However...There is a chance that she's, grown since you've seen her last.

[desertscythe.livejournal.com]

I was only gone a few days. She can't have grown too much.

[not-the-dreck.livejournal.com]

[alskdjfskjdf!! What the hell!? Asch shoved at him... and yeah, that didn't do him much good.]

Let. Go. Dammit.

[desertscythe.livejournal.com]

[lets him go, but he's not going anywhere]

I need your help.

[not-the-dreck.livejournal.com]

[Asch brushed his tabard off, giving the frantic man a dull look.]

Fine. When did you see them last?

[allthatdies]

This, is no longer the Auldrant you remember. Time flows differently, here. A few days for you may have well been years for your daughter and wife.

[desertscythe.livejournal.com]

It was a few days ago, before I left Baticul. When I returned, they were gone.

[desertscythe.livejournal.com]

That can't be!

[not-the-dreck.livejournal.com]

Then you're out of luck here. This isn't Baticul.

[desertscythe.livejournal.com]

It has to be!

[not-the-dreck.livejournal.com]

Do you have eyes, old man? Does this look anything like Baticul to you?

[desertscythe.livejournal.com]

But if this isn't Baticul...

[not-the-dreck.livejournal.com]

I don't know what this city is called, just that there are a lot of people from Auldrant here.

[desertscythe.livejournal.com]

Then it's possible they arrived as well.

[not-the-dreck.livejournal.com]

...maybe. [Though he's totally not betting on some random man and his family showing up... dammit, why did this guy feel familiar?]

What are their names?

[desertscythe.livejournal.com]

My wife is Sylvia, and my daughter is Meryl. She's only a baby.

[not-the-dreck.livejournal.com]

...

[...Oh you had to be freaking kidding.]

...They're not here.

[desertscythe.livejournal.com]

They have to be!

[not-the-dreck.livejournal.com]

They're not. Sorry.

[He's not trying to sound too cold for once, but dammit, if Largo didn't stop yelling at him...]

[desertscythe.livejournal.com]

Then... They're still in Baticul?

[not-the-dreck.livejournal.com]

[Knowing otherwise and telling a lie wasn't exactly something that Asch excelled at (just ask Elder McGovern an his, "My hair grows fast," excuse). Still...]

Yeah... they're still in Baticul. They should be fine.