chikaidestroyer | ∞ 83: A chronicle of life and death [action]

[What a wonderful afternoon. The sun is shining, the sky has cleared up, and the ground is drying after two days of rain. And Albert is around the village today, weaving through the streets and between houses and even to the edges of the forest.

Little do people know that Albert received a beautiful flower last night, and he happened to smell it. When he awoke up the morning, getting out of his room proved to be an ... arduous battle. And getting out the front door? Well, he had at least discovered what a doorknob was by then.

He has a vague, wondrous look on his face as he looks at swaying tree branches and flowers he would have otherwise ignored. His hair is in slight disarray, as if he had rolled out of bed and fought his way through a bedroom door. His clothes are in a similar state, and notably the same as the ones he had been wearing last night.

This isn't strange at all.

He will be wandering around for the entire afternoon. Attempts to talk to or capture the 6'1" strategist will be bizarre. ...And he won't be returned home until sunset or so.]

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[Even with the general weirdness he's heard of over the journals, that's not enough to stop Frey from taking his daily walk. Upon seeing Albert just staring at a tree, he'll be pausing and looking up as well.

.... Nope. Nothing there.] Is something wrong? [He's also vaguely noting Albert doesn't look as well kept as he had previously. It didn't seem to fit the man, actually.]

[Albert had been interested in what appeared to be ... ants crawling up the tree, which was in fact what he had been staring at. He had already seen a tree, and that was enough!

He only spends a few moments longer staring at the ants before turning to go on his way. The glint of Frey's hair catches his attention, and he looks ... in Frey's direction with an expression of vague interest.]

[Okkkk...This was getting weird. He wasn't responding to his question, and the staring was kind of creepy.] Are you ok?

[He'll be walking closer, a concerned look on his face. Was he sick? But he didn't really look feverish, either.]

[If Frey were able to grab Albert's wrist long enough to check it, he might notice that Albert's pulse is faster than normal and his temperature is in fact higher than normal, too. But it doesn't seem to cause him any trouble, as he turns his head to leave so he can look at other new things.]

[Sadly, Frey isn't going to be grabbing the man just yet, as he's still confused and wondering what's going on. Maybe it has something to do with what he's been hearing over the journals?

He'll be following after Albert, growing more concerned with that thought in mind.] Albert? Do you hear me? [Now he's grabbing him. Or, more specifically, attempting to tap him on the shoulder to see if it gets a reaction.]

[When Frey taps his shoulder, Albert's shoulder in turn twitches. He turns around, his expression open and curious. But it doesn't last long, as the sun glinting over a rooftop and the leaves rustling above draw his attention away from the prince.

He needed to see everything...]

[And Frey's now determined to find some way to help him. First, he needed to find a way to keep Albert from wandering off while he found.... whatshisaname. Gin-something] Albert, I'm taking you back to your house, ok? [And he'll be attempting to take his arm and lead him back to the house he remembers Albert gardening at. That has to be his place.]

[Since Frey isn't attempting to hold Albert in place, Albert doesn't appear anxious when he is steered around in the direction of his house. But it quickly becomes apparent that he isn't interested in going in that way, and he slips out of Frey's grasp to wander off the road and between two houses.]

[He's not going to make this easy on him, is he? Frey will go after him yet again, and grab his arm more firmly.] Albert, I need to take you home. You're not well. [And he'll proceed to try and drag him home again, with a bit more strength in his grip to try to make sure the older man doesn’t pull away.]

[There's a confused blink from Albert when he realizes that he's been grabbed again, and he turns his head frantically as the world passes him by while he has no control of where he is going. He makes an anxious sound, like a hitched gasp, and pulls away from Frey roughly, simultaneously bringing his other arm up to shove Frey in the chest.]

[Frey definitely was not expecting that, and stumbles backwards, falling on his hands. He stares at Albert hard, wondering what was going on with the other man. What did these things do?

He'd been so calm before, why was he so upset now?] Albert? [Cautious tone, getting up slowly so as not to startle the man.]

[He had control again. He was ... okay. He could go, right? Albert doesn't respond to Frey's concern, but the panic disappears after a few moments. The airy smile is slower to return, but the strategist drifts away just as he had before.]

[And Frey will let him, choosing instead to pull out his journal and send a message to... Ginko? Yes, Ginko. He'd know what was going on, surely.]

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