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[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.

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[broken-chosen.livejournal.com]

It's... you know what, never mind. It's nothing.



So. What're you up to right now?

[fortunefail]

[He can't help but think Zelos is acting strange today. Stranger than usual, anyway.]

Avoiding the village. For some reason, it's being filled with New Feathers.

[broken-chosen.livejournal.com]

New... what?



You mean all those people who just showed up? I gotta admit, some of the girls there are kinda cute.

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[fortunefail]

Whatever you s-

2/2

[fortunefail]

[Hey, hold on a minute. Zelos' hair may be long and all over the place, but it's never been able to fully hide his wings. In fact, upon closer inspection, Yuan realizes there are no wings on this Zelos' back.]

... You're one of them, aren't you?

[broken-chosen.livejournal.com]

One of... what? Look, man, if it's about that whole betrayal thing, may I remind you that--



...you have wings?

[fortunefail]

I do here.

[And he's not too happy about it, either. He's long since gotten over the fact that they look ridiculous, but they're still a bit of a hassle sometimes.]

[broken-chosen.livejournal.com]

Huh.

So, how're those treating you?

[fortunefail]

If I were given a choice, I'd rather be without them.

[broken-chosen.livejournal.com]

...yeah, I think I'll just stick to my angel wings, thanks.

[fortunefail]

A wise choice.

[Yuan's lucky he can still make his own wings appear when he wants to. Not that he ever really has a need for them, but it's the thought that counts.]

[broken-chosen.livejournal.com]

Mmmn.

So, back to the original question. Where am I?

[fortunefail]

Luceti. It's another world, which seems to be mostly controlled by the Malnosso.

[The Malnosso control everything in the barrier, anyway, and seem to have a good influence on what goes on outside. Too bad the villagers never get details on that.]

[broken-chosen.livejournal.com]

...great, just great. Another world.

I'll have to ask Sheena if she's ever been here, too...

[fortunefail]

This sort of thing is common for you?

[broken-chosen.livejournal.com]

As of late, yeah. Been bouncing around between two nexuuses for a while now, and then this happens.

[fortunefail]

Nexuses? Just how many places like this are there?

[broken-chosen.livejournal.com]

So far, I've ended up in two.

Including this place, that's... three. And there's probably a lot more, too.

[fortunefail]

So you end up in one nexus you're unable to leave of your own accord, only to be taken to another. That's an interesting bit of information.

[broken-chosen.livejournal.com]

Yeah. If there's an exit, someone or smoething doesn't want us to figure it out.

[fortunefail]

Yet it seems one nexus can influence the other. To leave one world, you have to make sure another one draws you in.

[It's too bad he's going to forget all about this theory when the event is over. It might've actually been useful somehow.]

[broken-chosen.livejournal.com]

...huh. That... would make sense. I didn't even realize I'd left the first world, Infinity, until the scenery looked different.

[fortunefail]

Hm... Normally, the Malnosso would oversee whoever enters the barrier from the outside and provide them with wings. For some reason, you missed out on that procedure.

[Ffft. Interesting, indeed.]

[broken-chosen.livejournal.com]

Huh.

If that's the case, that would mean there's another way into the barrier. One that doesn't have this "Malnosso" people guarding it.

[fortunefail]

Yes, it would. Either that, or something prevented the Malnosso from going through with the usual procedure.

[He thinks for a moment, before looking up to meet Zelos' eyes.]

Turn around and lift your hair. I need to see your neck.