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[fortunefail]

[It hadn't taken long for Yuan to notice she was gone. Despite that he'd secured a safe place for her and Cooro to stay, she'd vanished in the chaos. Whatever personal belongings were still left in their ruined house had disappeared as well. All that was left were her last messages, etched into the wall of her room. Not that he cared much what they said.

It wasn't the work of Yazoo, or any other murderous resident he'd been trying to protect her from. It wasn't the work of one of the many demons and spirits that'd invaded the village these past few days. It was the inevitable fate that she'd met twice before. To think this happened only shortly after it literally started raining demons and Summon Spirits... Well, at least she wouldn't have to face all this destruction.

Time to let people know, then.]

[Written]

To anyone who was acquainted with Martel, she's been sent home.

[That's all he's willing to write. His message may go unnoticed in the midst of all this chaos, but at least he's fulfilled his obligation. If anyone needs him, he'll be inside the ruins of their old house. You know, the one that sank partly into a tunnel and then caught fire because of the electrical wires. Not a particularly safe place to be, but at least he won't be bothered by too many people here. That is, unless they know where to find him. There's a female summon spirit standing guard outside. Good luck getting past her.]

Comments

[corrinesbell]

[Sheena only knows something's up when she sees Celsius standing guard outside the house. This particular summon spirit must be absolutely detesting this heat wave. She's curious, and Undine follows her over, but for now it's just to see what's up and...well, why Celsius is here but Yuan doesn't seem to be.]

[fortunefail]

[Celsius turns to face Sheena, one hand placed on her hip leisurely. It is a little hot for her, but she can deal. The Summon Spirit of Ice is one tough cookie.]

Sheena. It is good to see you.

[corrinesbell]

Yeah, you too. [And Undine gives her a nod of acknowledgement.] It's kinda weird to see you, all of you, hanging around out in the open for so long...but it's reassuring.

So what's going on? ...This is Yuan's house, right?

[fortunefail]

[Celsius nods curtly in response to that second question.]

Lady Martel was sent home.

[corrinesbell]

I read about that. ...He's not in there, is he?

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

She's gone...?

[Written]

[fortunefail]

She's gone.

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

Oh. I... I'm sorry...

[Voice]

[fortunefail]

[He doesn't feel like writing down a response to that, so he'll just give a soft "Hm" of recognition.]

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

Um, if there's anything I can...

[Voice]

[themoonuplifts.livejournal.com]

Would you like some company, Yuan?

[Voice]

[fortunefail]

No.

[That's what he claims, but what he really means is... Well, yeah, he really doesn't want company.]

[Voice]

[themoonuplifts.livejournal.com]

[she almost argues, but decides against. He probably needs time to himself.] All right. If you need anything, Yuan, anything at all, give me a call. [there's a brief pause]

I'm... I'm sorry.

[Voice]

[fortunefail]

[Usagi knows him pretty well by now, and he's thankful for that.] ... It's fine. I'm... I'll be fine.

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[After reading that message and lots of debating and then more procrastinating, Zoisite will be heading over to see how you're doing, more or less hoping he hasn't taken off into the woods because then this is a lost cause and he's going back home.

He stops once he sees miss Tall Blue and Icy, though.]

[fortunefail]

[Celsius was just about to have a seat on a large, throne-like icicle when Zoisite comes into view. She won't be making herself comfortable just yet, now. Instead, she cocks her head to the side.]

State your business.

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[so rather than hiding he's gotten guards. a step up! at least he's not out in the middle of nowhere getting hypothermia.] I'm here to make sure he's still in one piece.

[fortunefail]

[He'd considered leaving the village and its festering chaos behind, actually, but then he realized it wouldn't be fair to Cooro if he disappeared for days on end. Well, that and he doesn't want to look like a complete coward in front of Celsius. Now he's just half a coward.

Celsius snorts lightly, crossing her arms across her chest.]

I cannot let you pass. Rest assured, he hasn't done anything to harm himself.

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[At some point when things have calmed down a bit -or when she's too exhausted to continue taming Eidolons- Rydia will check in...and stare at the message for a long moment. After a moment, she'll write, though her hand writing is a bit unsteady from weariness.]

Thank you for passing on the news. I'll miss her.

[fortunefail]

Knowing my luck, she'll [He stops writing and crosses those previous words out to the point where they're illegible. Really, he doesn't know exactly what to say.]

[Voice]

[lezareno_prez]

... she will be greatly missed.

[He's not going to say that she's better off at home, because he knows better.]

[Voice]

[fortunefail]

Hm.

[Well, this was technically the Summon Spirit version of Martel. Somehow, it still feels like she went back to die.]

[Voice]

[lezareno_prez]

Will you be all right?

[Voice]

[fortunefail]

I'll be fine.

[Written]

[throwshammers.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, Yuan. [A small pause, then she writes:] maybe she'll be safer this way.