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fortunefail) wrote2012-01-16 02:34 pm
fortunefail) wrote2012-01-16 02:34 pm
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- 87 [Accidental voice / Action]
[Locked]
[Yuan's scribbled something in his journal. It's a tally on how often certain people from Aselia have arrived in Luceti, to his knowledge. He was hoping to find a pattern, but there doesn't seem to be one.]
[Voice]
[And just as Yuan finishes locking up the filter, something distracts him, causing him to activate the recording function without realizing it. It's a soft but rapid tapping sound.]
Oh, Selene. [Footsteps, and a window opening.] It's snowing again, hm? ... Come in, then.
[The window is shut again and the journal catches a glimpse of Yuan walking past, holding something small, grey and fluffy in his hand. He's on the other side of the room now, but his voice can still be heard if you listen closely.] I doubt the cold will let up any time soon. It'd be best if you continue to sleep here until winter ends. ... No, I won't mind at all.
[He returns a moment later to find that the journal is recording him and shuts it with an annoyed grunt.]
[Action]
[Four years. Four years of being stuck in Luceti. He remembers being astounded for his first anniversary, but four years is something he never expected to happen. Compared to the long life he's already lived, four years might seem like nothing- just a small fraction. Yet Luceti's always been so hectic, so full of painful and awkward experiences that those four years seem like an eternity in itself.
Martel is in Luceti. Yuan still hasn't spoken to her since she left the house to meet with Mithos. Not properly, anyway. He knows she's all right, because she sent him the occasional message on the journal system, but nothing concrete. He never got around to telling her anything about Cruxis, the Church of Martel, the Desians, the Renegades... All the mistakes they've made after her death. ... He couldn't even tell her that she'd died. But how much had Mithos told her by now? How far would he have twisted the truth? He must've told her who's responsible for his death penalty. There is no excuse for this, Yuan knows that, but he still feels the need to explain himself to Martel.
It's leaving him very restless and the fact that Lloyd is still staying in the house isn't exactly helping that. Despite the cold, he's been venturing out into the forest every day to train- 'Train' being a very generous word for it, because most of the time is being spent just sitting and thinking in peace.
Feel free to catch him either by house 8 or in the forest itself.]
[Yuan's scribbled something in his journal. It's a tally on how often certain people from Aselia have arrived in Luceti, to his knowledge. He was hoping to find a pattern, but there doesn't seem to be one.]
[Voice]
[And just as Yuan finishes locking up the filter, something distracts him, causing him to activate the recording function without realizing it. It's a soft but rapid tapping sound.]
Oh, Selene. [Footsteps, and a window opening.] It's snowing again, hm? ... Come in, then.
[The window is shut again and the journal catches a glimpse of Yuan walking past, holding something small, grey and fluffy in his hand. He's on the other side of the room now, but his voice can still be heard if you listen closely.] I doubt the cold will let up any time soon. It'd be best if you continue to sleep here until winter ends. ... No, I won't mind at all.
[He returns a moment later to find that the journal is recording him and shuts it with an annoyed grunt.]
[Action]
[Four years. Four years of being stuck in Luceti. He remembers being astounded for his first anniversary, but four years is something he never expected to happen. Compared to the long life he's already lived, four years might seem like nothing- just a small fraction. Yet Luceti's always been so hectic, so full of painful and awkward experiences that those four years seem like an eternity in itself.
Martel is in Luceti. Yuan still hasn't spoken to her since she left the house to meet with Mithos. Not properly, anyway. He knows she's all right, because she sent him the occasional message on the journal system, but nothing concrete. He never got around to telling her anything about Cruxis, the Church of Martel, the Desians, the Renegades... All the mistakes they've made after her death. ... He couldn't even tell her that she'd died. But how much had Mithos told her by now? How far would he have twisted the truth? He must've told her who's responsible for his death penalty. There is no excuse for this, Yuan knows that, but he still feels the need to explain himself to Martel.
It's leaving him very restless and the fact that Lloyd is still staying in the house isn't exactly helping that. Despite the cold, he's been venturing out into the forest every day to train- 'Train' being a very generous word for it, because most of the time is being spent just sitting and thinking in peace.
Feel free to catch him either by house 8 or in the forest itself.]
[action]
[Again, that was a gross oversight on Yuan's behalf.]
[action]
I guess it's sort of a strange place to be during the wintertime. But...
[action]
[Really, aside from the temperature there's no difference between being out in the forest now and being out in the forest any other time of the year.]
[action]
Yeah, I guess you're right about that. It's really beautiful out here, though, so I'm not going to let a little cold stop me.
[action]
[He blurted that out without thinking, but he can't be bothered to care about the remark now that it's out. If you've seen one forest, you've seen them all.]
[action]
...even simple and everyday things can be beautiful, though. At least, that's what I think.
[action]
[Like some other people Yuan's met over the years. He doubts he'll ever learn to share their views, though.]
[action]
Well, I don't think there's anything wrong with that--there's a lot of negativity around already. Besides, isn't the world sort of like a canvas? Our surroundings are nature's art! [Leave it to an artist to make a comparison like that.]
[action]
Two can play at that game, Jeb.]
Not all of nature's artworks are creative enough to be interesting.
[action]
[It's not like Yuan's saying that the world's completely worthless, right?]
[action]
Did you find someone to teach you how to fight?
[action]
Not yet. I probably should have gotten back to that after the horoscope thing...
[action]
[Yuan doesn't even want to imagine what will happen to someone like Jeb if he's drafted to fight against the Third Party without even knowing the basics of self-defense.]
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[Yup, still with the short answers. He's hoping that as long as he doesn't invoke any more conversation topics, Jeb will leave, but for some reason the boy is continuing to babble on anyway.]
[action]
I'll do my best. [He'll turn to leave now.]
[action]
Good luck.
[action]
Thank you, Yuan! I really appreciate it! [And now he's off. You're at peace again, Yuan.]