-64 [Action/accidental voice]

[fortunefail]

[Wearing a thick cloak and hands buried deeply in his pockets, Yuan is stumping through Luceti, heading for the forest. Things are getting far too crowded for his liking, so he'll go out to find some peace and quiet. He's bringing his journal along just in case, unaware it's recording:]

...Damn. It's so cold, you could hammer a nail with a frozen banana.

Comments

[fortunefail]

[.... Oh for the love of-]

[shunraiken.livejournal.com]

Do you believe me now?

[fortunefail]

[Stop acting so smug, other me.]

You seem awfully calm about this whole situation.

[shunraiken.livejournal.com]

Of course I do. If you're really another me, you shouldn't be surprised by that.

[fortunefail]

[Eyebrow raise. Considering Yuan just lost his cool, by all accounts, that means the other Yuan should have done the same.]

[shunraiken.livejournal.com]

What?

[fortunefail]

You're obviously more experienced in matters like this one.

[shunraiken.livejournal.com]

[Have the default arm-cross.]

It comes with the territory when you've spent as much time on other worlds as I have.

[fortunefail]

[That sounds sort of impressive, actually.]

How many other worlds?

[shunraiken.livejournal.com]

[This Yuan has his own manor in Grand Chokmah. Impressive? Hell yeah.]

That depends on whether or not you consider alternate versions of the same world to be different worlds. If so, then more than four. If not, then I suppose you could say two.

[fortunefail]

[... You lucky bastard.]

Can you travel freely between them?