fortunefail | - 78 [Accidental voice]

[This morning, Yuan awoke to find that the body swap with Mithos had been undone. In fact, the body swap with Mithos is the last thing he remembers of Luceti before over two years' worth of memories from home follow it up. It seems like he must've been home, even if this recent experiment is to blame. Similarly to when he was an old man, he's been aged up slightly and now knows all about what happens to Sylvarant and Tethe'alla shortly after the unification of the worlds. While he was there, he had no idea he was ever in Luceti, but now that he's 'back'...

A quick check of the calendar and flipping through recent journal entries verifies just how much he missed. It wasn't much at all. Time really does have no meaning in this wretched place.]

November in the fourth cycle year... Figures. He must still be here also. I should seek out Kratos soon.

[Rustling of pages. A short silence, then a sigh.]

And I see the journals are still as eager as ever to broadcast personal thoughts.

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[90% of the game, but only about 8% of their entire lifetime, Kratos.

Yuan arrives at the house not long after. He would've been there sooner, but he made a quick stop by the pen to visit Noishe, giving the Arshis a few pets on the head before continuing on his way. Knock knock. Feel free to notice Yuan's peculiar outfit.]

[This is true.

And indeed, once Kratos opens the door, he glances at the outfit, and... words appear above his head.]

(Such a strange taste in clothing...)

... Yuan.

Edited 2010-11-29 19:00 (UTC)

[Yuan's gaze strays upwards to read those words. Well, excuse him, Mr. Abunce Of Belts.]

Kratos. It's good to see you. ... Can I come in?

[Kratos gives the smallest of winces when Yuan reads those words - he's been having a problem with his thoughts projecting themselves for a few days now, which is near devastating for a private man like him.

He nods and steps aside, allowing Yuan to enter the house.]

How long has time passed in our world? [It's pretty obvious to him, at least, that Yuan returned. Or that he believes he returned. With these experiments going on, it's pretty up in the air.]

[It could be worse, Kratos. You could be singing your personal thoughts. Then again, with irregular experiments like this, it could still happen.

He steps into the hallway, waiting for Kratos to close the door and lead him to whichever room they're going to have their conversation in. It's a good thing Kratos already came to a conclusion on his own, that saves Yuan some time to expain.]

A bit over two years.

[Then to the kitchen they go, where Kratos gestures to the table before he himself goes to pour the coffee into two cups.]

Two years... hm. [That doesn't seem like a lot of time at all to the two of them, but Lloyd...]

[He takes a seat, watching Kratos busy himself with the coffee. Only two years, and yet...]

It's... astounding how much could change in so little time. Or perhaps that's because we've grown accustomed to the stagnant world Mithos had created.

[That's right... The two worlds hadn't been one in so long that there must be some great changes. A "?" appears above Kratos' head before he turns his head to glance back at him.]

What has happened to the world we know thus far?

[He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. Where to start...]

Sylvarant and Tethe'alla are finding it difficult to accept one another. The cultural gap is just too great. Organizations like the Lezareno Company are doing whatever they can to make things easier, but most of the citizens are still in an uproar. Some of the Sylvaranti couldn't stand being looked down upon and formed a resistance known as the Vanguard.

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