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[cherrybombpie]

[text]

[Flowing, almost archaic script starts to inundate the page.]

Dearest Brother,

I do not know if you will ever receive this letter. All I know is that I have been spirited away to this dastardly, horrid, menacing, troubling, and mysterious place known as Isla Empieza. I am very much afraid – who knows what the people here would do to a young maiden such as myself? Oh, oh, my dearest brother, my virtue is at stake – you must come at once! If I die here, I will come back to haunt you and you will never hear the end of it, so I suggest that you come and fetch me at this very moment! One such man asked me my name, and I threw him off the dock. I am truly helpless, waif-like, and defenseless, and I need your aid!

Please, also let my darling fiance Ranma-sama know that I am longing for him. I will simply not entertain thoughts of any other until I find myself in his arms once more. I know how he grieves, but console him, my dearest sibling. How he must pine for me – it is unthinkable.

Brother, I will put this letter in a bottle and hope that it reaches you. I will perhaps ask a turtle to bear it for me. When you receive this, please come and rescue me!

Love,
The Star of Hope of the Gymnast World
The Black Rose
Your Beloved Sister
Kodachi



[voice]

[Some time later . . .]

I can't rip the page out! I've been trying for hours! It just . . . flies back into the journal . . . !!! Magic exists, but only to taunt me! The fates are against me! I'll never be rescued now!

[Cue shrieks, wails, and sobs. When sorrows come, they come not single spies but in battalions.]

Comments

[text]

[cherrybombpie]

[He didn't, but she enjoys how conscientious he is. Ufufufu.]

Please, do not trouble yourself, Mr. Brady.

Oh! I wouldn't dare to simply call you by your first name. To do so would be rude and simply inexcusable. To address you that way - people might think I hate you, or that we . . . we are lovers!

[text] - [voice]

[cry_brady]

[The pen-written version of AD;LSKFJNJDKS is a bunch of wild scribbles going up, down, across the paper before Brady starts screaming shrilly. And surprise surprise, despite his neat and tidy penmanship, his voice is more of a thug.]

No one would EVER, EVER think that! What kinda messed up world are you from?! I just... why would you...

Fine, call me whatever you want, just don't say that out loud and in front of people! Sheesh!

[voice]

[cherrybombpie]

[Wow, her ears! It's a good thing that Kodachi isn't easily embarrassed, because being in the possession of a screaming journal in public would definitely be a source of embarrassment to most.]

As you wish, Mr. Brady.

[Her voice is definitely sweet, demure, and all the things a proper Japanese girl should be. Just don't make her laugh.]

It is pleasant to hear you speak.

[voice]

[cry_brady]

Geez... you made me spill ink everywhere with that... I didn't wanna speak cause Ma always says my way of speakin' ain't cultured, and all that malarky.

[voice]

[cherrybombpie]

[A giggle.]

I think it's quaint.

Besides, it's what you're saying rather than how you say it that matters most to me. The truth that you've sworn to protect a girl like myself . . . why, that is more important than all the mellifluous, empty words the world could offer!

[voice]

[cry_brady]

Yeah... W-well... Like I said, ain't a big deal... Just doin' the right thing... Least you know how to contact me. So if anythin' happens, I'll come runnin'.

[voice]

[cherrybombpie]

Thank you! I will depend on you, Mr. Brady!

I will also help you find your mother!