fortunefail | - 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.]

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Hmph. [Maybe if Regal wasn't such a horrible troll, Yuan would put in more effort to get along with him. Maybe.]

Wild animal is a very subjective term. I once heard of a man who found an Eggbear cub and raised it as if it were a dog.

[Granted, this guy mysteriously disappeared after a few years. There's a good chance he pissed the Eggbear off and got eaten, but up until that point everything went swimmingly.]

I've heard of circus performers doing similar things, but never of anyone besides Emil who kept monsters as pets. Then again, one can't exactly claim that Emil's case is typical. Have you seen that chimera of his he has here? I believe its name is Sial.

[Too bad, Yuan, because Regal is quite happy to make conversation with YOU.]

I've seen it, yes. It's very... docile.

Does that surprise you?

Chimera aren't exactly known for their friendly nature. Though, like you said, Emil is a special case.

In more ways than one. It's easy to forget that fact when he spends half his time trying to come up with ways to avoid doing his homework for school.

[Okay, so maybe half is an exaggeration, but still.]

[For Yuan, it's rather the other way around. It's easy for him to forget that Emil is his own person, when he's reminded of Ratatosk whenever he sees him.]

... Something tells me Raine doesn't take too kindly to that.

Most likely not, though to his credit, he does make an effort the other half of the time.