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[When Yuan awakens, it's in a state of complete grogginess and disorientation. It takes him a few minutes to get his thoughts together enough to realize that he's lying face-down on cold, hard ground. And that lying on the ground is generally considered a bad thing. As he moves to sit up, willing his head to stop spinning, he comes to another realization. A soft breeze is prickling at his bare skin. He's outside, in the forest, and he's not wearing a shirt. Just those standard New Feather pants and shoes. His hair's not tied back either.

Damn.

He moves himself into a sitting position to get his memories in order. He'd been drafted. There was some sort of illness going around and he'd caught it. He'd asked Raine for help, but it hadn't done much good. The symptoms returned. And then... Then nothing. Going by his current situation, it isn't too hard to guess what had happened, but... What is he missing? Aside from nausea, his entire body is working just fine. All his senses are intact. Lightning magic crackles between his fingers when he tries to summon it. Luminous wings flicker on his back for a few seconds, before he allows them to disappear again.

Is it memories? Or had he not died at all?

The sun's position tells him it's some time in the afternoon. A glimpse through his journal tells him he'd been gone for over a week and missed a few things. He pauses at an entry that was put up by Sheena a few days ago. Sayo... That's right, Kratos told him about that just before they entered the battlefield. He snaps the journal shut, shakes pooling locks of blue hair back and gets to his feet, starting the trek back home. As he goes, he crosses his arms over his chest. Would it have killed the Malnosso to provide him with a shirt? By the looks of things, he ended up south east of the village, which means he has to cross the whole thing to get to his home.

Anyone's free to run into him, but beware, he's in a terrible mood.]

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[When he does finally reach house #8 and opens the door, the first thing he notices is a foul smell. It isn't strong, but his enhanced senses catch it immediately. It's coming from the kitchen and the source can be located with ease. The refrigerator. They hadn't cleared it out before leaving for the draft. If it still hasn't been done a week after the draft's conclusion, that means Kratos hasn't been by the house either.

Ignoring the stench, he sits down at the dinner table and flips his journal open to write a message to Raine and Sheena. Zelos is added as an afterthought, if only because Tethe'alla's Chosen had been drafted as well.]

Have you seen Kratos this past week?

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[When Yuan answers the door, he looks a lot more like his usual self than he did when he dragged himself home. Dressed in normal attire, his hair tied back... In fact, considering how well-rested he is, he looks healthier than he has for a few months now.]

Sheena.

Hey. You don't look too bad. Aren't you glad I gave you time to make yourself presentable?

It isn't as if I needed that much time. [Though, he still hasn't gotten around to clearing out the refrigerator. Fortunately, that thing is currently three rooms away from Sheena's nose.]

You mean it doesn't take you a month or two to brush your hair? Guess that was just a nasty rumor.

[Nope, Yuan's still not a fan of too much teasing.]

So are you coming inside or not?

I can, if you want. Is there something I should see?

Uh...and Mithos isn't around, right?

[He frowns a bit at that.] I haven't seen Mithos since the draft.

Okay. Good. With Sayo gone and the way he usually gets I don't wanna take chances.

[Look out Yuan she's coming in.]

...Something in here really stinks.

[Oh, right. Kratos had mentioned that Sayo's departure had hit Mithos pretty hard, but Yuan hadn't put that more thought into the consequences. Some of Mithos's frustrations may have already been released during the draft anyway.]

That would be the refrigerator.

Maybe you had this thought already but I think it's time to clean the thing out and start over. I can smell it from here, and you angel types have it worse, right?

I haven't exactly found the time for that yet. [Horrid as the smell may be, he was a little too busy investigating the whereabouts of his housemate.]

Well, don't let it get any worse. [Definitely not going into the kitchen here.] I guess, uh, if you're really tired or something...other people could help.

[She does kind of mean her. It's just. The smell.]

[Yuan's the one with enhanced smell and yet Sheena's the one complaining. Women. Or perhaps it's just that he's encountered so many unpleasant smells in his lifetime, he's built up a tolerance of sorts.]

If it bothers you that much, you're free to clear the thing out now. I can find you a garbage bag to put it in. [By which he means he'll help dump the stuff in there, as well.]

I think I'm good, now that you mention it. At least you know you didn't lose your sense of smell.

[That brings up a question!] What...what did you lose?

I've no idea. It's likely some sort of memory.

[Sadly, it's just as Raine said; he has a lot of those. Unless it's something important he may never figure out which ones he lost.]

Huh. Well, Raine lost her memories that way once, so I might as well ask. What's the last thing you remember from home?

Mithos had died, Lloyd had reunited the two worlds and Kratos had left with Derris-Kharlan. Those were the last significant events I remember, anyway. [He'd spent a couple more weeks trying to organize the chaos within the Renegades before he came to Luceti.]

Sounds about right to me. [She forgot she's from a bit into his future.] So it's not that, but I don't really feel like asking you about your entire life to see if there's holes in it. That'd take a while.

Depending on how far back these holes would be, you likely wouldn't even notice them.

Yeah, but it'd be kinda stupid to take something that you wouldn't even notice was gone, right? That's not really their style.

Hm... I'm sure I'll find out sooner or later.

Probably at the worst moment possible, or something. Like finding out you don't know your name anymore right after someone asks you.

[He smirks, mildly amused by the notion.] Ironically, it wouldn't be the first time in this place.

The first time you forgot your name?

Surely you haven't forgotten about that experiment we had just a few months ago? [You know, with the memory loss... And the 'fact' cards...]

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