[Really, Kiri hasn't been paying much mind to the journal. More so, his mind has been on money, burying himself in odd jobs around town, and in the basement of "The Pupil's" home. Day in, day out, the boy has been keeping mostly to himself, without much time between obsessing over this mysterious Spell Book to find a cure for Troy, and earning capital to start a tailoring shop. Yet, every morning at dawn, he patrols through the town for two hours, searching.
When Kiri finally, finally looks at his journal, it was to post an advertisement for the beginnings of his store. Casually, just taking a break between experiments, Elle's frantic handwriting catches his eye.
No time. For all he knows, seizures are there, she couldn't write back. But, without Flare -... Kiri doesn't think. He sprints into the streets, enchanted ink stains still on his arms, bags under his eyes, and all.]
ELLE! WHERE ARE YOU!?
[When he shouts her name, it gets cast to the farthest corners of the town, for everyone's ears. Ghost Sound isn't supposed to be used like this. And, quite frankly, Kiri doesn't care considering how blood is dripping from his nose and a splitting headache is blurring his vision.]
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When Kiri finally, finally looks at his journal, it was to post an advertisement for the beginnings of his store. Casually, just taking a break between experiments, Elle's frantic handwriting catches his eye.
No time. For all he knows, seizures are there, she couldn't write back. But, without Flare -... Kiri doesn't think. He sprints into the streets, enchanted ink stains still on his arms, bags under his eyes, and all.]
ELLE! WHERE ARE YOU!?
[When he shouts her name, it gets cast to the farthest corners of the town, for everyone's ears. Ghost Sound isn't supposed to be used like this. And, quite frankly, Kiri doesn't care considering how blood is dripping from his nose and a splitting headache is blurring his vision.]