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[fortunefail]

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If I ever catch either of you near Martel again, I won't hesitate to run you through. Consider this a fair warning.

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[Of course, telling two murderous assholes to back off is like inviting them to your doorstep, which is exactly where Yuan will be. Well, his front lawn, to be more precise. If they are stupid enough to show up, at least he'll have a nice excuse to follow through with his threat. As much as Martel insists these guys have been punished enough, Yuan wouldn't mind having them pay a bit more.

If you happen to be passing by house #8, feel free to bug him. He doesn't seem to be doing much besides sitting on the grass and sketching something on a piece of paper.]

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[unseenspy.livejournal.com]

[Jay is standing in front of the lawn, watching curiously. A grumpyface like Yuan doodling in the grass? Luceti is just full of surprises. However, Jay knows it's unlikely that Yuan will simply tell him what he's doing, so he'll just stand and ponder about how to find out on his own.]

[fortunefail]

[Yuan's aware of Jay's presence and though he doesn't look up, his pencil starts drawing a bit more slowly. It isn't exactly a secret project he's working on right now, so he wouldn't mind showing it to the kid if asked about it. Chances are, Jay wouldn't know what he's looking at anyway.]

[unseenspy.livejournal.com]

[Well, might as well greet one of the few people he can converse with. Jay shrugs as he approaches the blue-haired seraph.]

Hello, Yuan. Are you taking notes?

[fortunefail]

[The moment Jay starts stepping forward, Yuan looks up to meet the boy's gaze.]

Something like that.

[unseenspy.livejournal.com]

Nothing interesting, I assume?

[He stops several feet away, sitting in the grass himself. He wonders whether to bring up the meeting they'd promised, but he could tell that Yuan has plenty on his plate already.]

[lilblackfeather.livejournal.com]

[ Cooro is heading out for today! Of course, other than Kadaj, he's totally unawares of any danger going on right now. So he's passing by, out of the house, humming, with plans to go and climb trees in the forest. ]

[fortunefail]

[Yuan looks up from his paper when Cooro passes by him, frowning mildly.]

Cooro.

[lilblackfeather.livejournal.com]

Hm?

[ He turns and smiles at Yuan. ]

Hi! Guess I didn't see you there.

[fortunefail]

[He returns the smile mildly, if only because Martel would want him to try and get along with Cooro.]

Are you headed somewhere in particular?

[lilblackfeather.livejournal.com]

Mm, I'm going to the forest for a while. I wanna visit Moro and San and climb some trees.

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

[Shortly after Cooro takes off for the day, Martel will wander out the front door. She's not in her usual attire, instead wearing sweat-pants in the same nature-textured fabric as the outfit she usually wears, and a light green tank top. Her hair's up too, oddly enough.

MARTEL has evolved into CLEANING FIEND.

She's been like this all morning, though, since she decided to clean Yuan's grungy old house... So he's probably already seen it, unless he's been outside all day.

Either way, she'll be wandering out with a broom, spotting Yuan, and sinking down crosslegged into the grass beside him. She'd shoulder-bump him gently in greeting, but he's drawing something, so she won't risk messing up his art.]

[fortunefail]

[Oh, he's noticed, all right. Personally, he's just glad he got rid of a few of the more peculiar things in his house before Martel moved in. Like the plushies that got singed in a housefire during the 'Kowloon incident'. Those things had to go eventually. He couldn't bring himself to get rid of all the cow things Usagi got for him, though, so Martel may have run into a box of cow-related items during her cleaning spree.

When she sits down beside him, he takes his pencil away from the paper and glances up at her, smiling. Art is an awfully big word for a blueprint, but having a scratch run through it would be a waste.]

Hey.

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure how you've lived in that all this time. [She's looking at Yuan, now. Looking at the art will come once they're done greeting.]

[fortunefail]

It can't have been that bad. As far as I know, there weren't any sentient funguses or rats the size of a small dog. [He's teasing, of course. If there were, Zoisite would've probably gotten rid of them before he moved out. ... Unless he left it there to mess with Yuan. Either option seems valid enough.]

[martelandmany.livejournal.com]

Nothing sentient, no. Thank the heavens. [A slight laugh.]

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[knightofratatosk]

[Emil has developed a bit of a habit of hanging around House 7, though often he's too shy to actually go knock on the door to say hi. When he spots Yuan, however, he stops to watch what the man is doing from a distance, curious.]

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[fortunefail]

[He's aware of Emil's presence pretty quickly and while his eyes travel upwards to meet the kid's gaze for a second, he soon brushes it off again. At least the kid's not walking around in the rain this time.]

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[knightofratatosk]

[Fidget fidget. He's curious as to what Yuan is doing, but he's pretty sure the man doesn't like him, so he'd rather not bother him if possible.]

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[fortunefail]

[What are you fidgeting for, Emil? After a few moments of being stared at, Yuan decides to throw the towel in the ring and look up from his paper completely. He doesn't seem pissed. Just... weary.]

Did you need something?

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[knightofratatosk]

[Busted.]

N-no, I was just, um... I was just wondering what you were drawing, that's all... I'm sorry to bother you.

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[merepuppet.livejournal.com]

Keep her away from him, then.

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[fortunefail]

Trust me, I intend to.

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[merepuppet.livejournal.com]

And if you fail, she'll die again.

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[fortunefail]

You really think I'll just allow you to kill her? [... Again.]

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[merepuppet.livejournal.com]

You really think you could stop me?