- 86 [Written / Action]

[fortunefail]

[It's been three weeks now. Three weeks since Mithos died. Yuan should know, he's the one who killed him. Now everything is quiet- too quiet. Revivals don't usually take this long, which means Mithos could very well be hiding out somewhere. Finally, he decides to put this to the test and makes an attempt to contact him.]

[Mithos]

I know you've returned. Have you finally learned your lesson about keeping a low profile, or is that too much to hope for?

[This was an absolute bluff. For all Yuan knows, the Malnosso have decided to keep Mithos for additional experimenting. Still, if that's so, then he won't even see this entry and no harm will be done.]


[Action]

[Shortly after this, from early in the afternoon on, Yuan can be found sitting on the roof of house #8. He'd been patrolling the village perimeter every so often for the past week, but today he'd rather stick close to home. The roof is a good place to keep an eye on his surroundings and it's relatively quiet.

After an hour or so, he lies back to stare up at the passing clouds. To think, Presea and Zelos were sent home recently, only to be replaced by Lloyd of all people. Luceti never ceases to catch Yuan off-guard, even after this many years.

Anyone is free to spot him and tell him to get down from the roof! Or join him up there. Whichever.]

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[shiningbinds.livejournal.com]

This is unlike you.

[fortunefail]

[Yuan watches him from the corner of his eye, but doesn't move to get up.]

... Is it?

[shiningbinds.livejournal.com]

At this time of day, yes.

[fortunefail]

I needed some fresh air.

[That, and he wanted to keep an eye out for certain suspicious individuals.]

[shiningbinds.livejournal.com]

Hm.

[sketchingideals]

[Art supplies under his arm, Jeb passes by house #8 while looking for a place that he'd like to draw at today. While he isn't drawing and walking this time, he manages to stumble over his own feet again. It's when he's catching his balance that he notices someone on top of the roof.]

Hey, aren't you...?

[fortunefail]

Hm?

[A bit of a frown appears on Yuan's face as he stares down at Jeb. ... He knows this kid. Didn't he approach Yuan a few months ago, while he was still suffering from the after effects of a kidnapping?]

You...

[sketchingideals]

[It takes Jeb a few more moments to realize why this man seems so familiar, but when he does, he smiles a little.]

Oh yeah, you're the guy from outside the clinic a few months back! Yuan, right?

[fortunefail]

[He remembered? This kid must have an amazing memory. As for Yuan, he has no clue what the boy's called. He could blame the kidnapping effect for that, but truthfully he remembers everything that happened back then fairly vividly.]

Yes, that's right. ... You are...?

[action]

[fortuneprince]

[Even though you aren't patrolling today, guess you is?? Naoto of course! Though it's a daily thing for her to just walk around the village so this is nothing really all that new.

As she passes by one specific house, the familiar figure up there on the roof catches her eye so she stops and stares for a moment before deciding what to say.] Thinking?

[action]

[fortunefail]

[Yuan knows that voice. It's one of his Luceti Valley daughters! He sits up, sending a bit of a smirk her way.]

Something like that.

[action]

[fortuneprince]

[She returns that smirk with a soft smile of her own.]

I can't say I'm surprised. [Since when they bump into each other he's deep in thought] May I ask about what?

[action]

[fortunefail]

About how unpredictable this place is, as always. [And that's really all he's willing to say on the matter.]

Have you been well?

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[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[Mithos frowns down at the journal, suspicious and alarmed. Yuan knows that he's returned, but it doesn't seem like he knows anything regarding his whereabouts or his condition... And he fully intends to keep it that way. Before replying, he'll obscure the small snapshot of himself - he isn't going to risk giving any clues away.]

What business is it of yours?

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[fortunefail]

[While Yuan was expecting to receive a response eventually, that doesn't mean he's particularly happy about it.]

I was only curious to see whether the Malnosso had returned you yet. [And now he has his answer.]

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[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

Despite what you may have wished, I won't disappear so easily. [and he's had a lot of time to reflect on his spite and hatred for you, Yuan. Even though he knows it's the Malnosso who require a penalty payment for being returned to life, he's definitely placing all the blame for his leg on his former companion. As if he needed more reasons to hate.]

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[fortunefail]

If only I were so lucky.

[He knows perfectly well Mithos will want to get his revenge. He knows perfectly well that Mithos will want him to pay for what he did- even more now than ever before. It's a price Yuan's willing to pay as long as Mithos's death penalty was steep enough to stop him from harming any more innocents.]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[It would be rather difficult not to spot Yuan on his roof, if one had nothing terribly urgent to be doing. A description which, for better or for worse, fits Dhaos' current state.

At this point, Dhaos is finding it difficult to pass by without some acknowledgement of the other man, so he'll stop with just enough distance between him and the house to make looking up almost unnecessary.]

...A quiet day today, I suppose.

[fortunefail]

[Ahh, another familiar voice. Yuan sits up, tilting his head downward to meet Dhaos's gaze with a smile.]

Almost too quiet.

[whatdeheckisdat]

Yes... One has difficulty deciding whether it is welcome or not in this place.

[Having made an active effort to avoid running into or even thinking about Mithos lately, Dhaos is unaware of what has happened. So for him, there really isn't anything good or bad to be anticipating.]

[fortunefail]

It's silence before the storm. It always is.

[Dhaos may not know it, but there's always something bad to anticipate. It's just impossible to tell what. Could be a draft, could be an experiment... Or a kidnapping.]

[Action]

[lostinmyway]

[It's a lovely day according to Grune, and so she's out for her usual wander, greeting friends wherever she may find them.

...Which, apparently, includes on top of roofs.]

Hello, Yuan!

[Action]

[fortunefail]

[Oh, look who it is. It's been a while since Yuan last saw Grune around. The fairytale experiment, if he remembers correctly. The memory of her in Martel's clothes isn't exactly cheering him up.]

... Grune.

[Action]

[lostinmyway]

[Grune totally isn't noticing.]

It's such a nice day, isn't it?

[Action]

[fortunefail]

[Nice day? It's typical November weather and it could start snowing again at any moment. Yuan would be surprised by that remark, but he knows Grune longer than today, so he just smiles.]

I'm beginning to think every day is a nice day, for you.