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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]
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[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.]
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It was true that Martel and Mithos were finally together, in a way, living on as a part of the new World Tree, but... Kratos would never be laid to rest with them. As for Yuan himself, he doesn't even know. Dhaos confirmed he will disappear from the world, but when? Why? Would his corpse fall even remotely close to the Holy Ground of Kharlan?]
... I don't know.
1/3
I ...am not sure which of my questions I want this to be the answer to. For the sake of the world, "resting together", hopefully.
[She mulls on her words for a while. What is one supposed to say to their fiancé after being dead for years, and how does one make their words meaningful when they are being spoken for what is probably the fifth time?]
2/3
3/3
Martel has no idea how long she has stayed silent when she trusts her voice enough to speak again.]
...I lost it. The ring. It.. it dropped. So you... please don't feel you have to hold yourself to that.
[She bites her lower lip.]
I'd only really thought of myself when I came. I'm sorry.
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He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small trinket, which he places on the table on front of her. Their engagement ring, the words worn after four thousand years, but apart from that still in good condition. A slim chain has been attached to it to make it easier to find, should Yuan lose it again.]
... I kept it. I kept it all this time.
[He will never stop loving Martel, but that's exactly what makes it so painful. Losing someone you love over and over is the greatest pain Yuan's had to endure and he knows it will continue to happen until Luceti's hold on him is broken.
It's either Martel or no one at all. He feels it's only right to have Martel herself make that decision, but considering his past failures, no one at all sounds very appealing.]
1/2
No, not pendant. Ring. Their ring.
Martel's hands grip her knees until her knuckles turn white, then she breathes deeply, in and out, before hesitantly reaching across the table. Her hand hovers a second above the ring itself, but she picks up the chain instead, raising her arm to let what is unmistakeably their engagement ring swing before her eyes.
It looked so old.
She could barely make out the letters. Of Yuan only remained "Y". As for her... "Ma"... perhaps the "r", too, if she squinted just right. "True love", however, was almost poetically untarnished, even though the vow it came with seemed to have faded along with their names.
It had taken her all of an hour to lose it. How long had he managed not to?]
2/2
[Martel casts Yuan a very shaky smile, before returning her eyes to the slowly swaying ring. Holding out her other hand, she lowers chain and ring both, letting them pile onto her palm with a soft chiming sound. She lets go of the chain's last link, then cups her hands together.]
Could I please take that one instead? I... miss the one I was wearing - though I guess they don't count as different, not really. But this one has more...
[More faded letters, more minuscule scratches, and the spirits knew how many more years of sentimental value.]
...More history. In a good way.
[Martel's smile wavers a bit too much, and the twinkles in her eyes might not all come from humor, but she still laughs as she turns back to Yuan.]
The chain is all yours, of course! You are free to keep it. Though I think we're dragging a bit too many of those already.
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Take it. It was always yours. [He's vaguely wondering what would happen to the ring the next time Martel is sent home, though. Would it stay behind, as it had once arrived alongside Yuan in Luceti?]
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[Martel's smile becomes quite genuine this time.]
Thank you!
[She opens the clasp and carefully slides the ring off of the chain and onto her left ring finger, holding her hand out and twisting it this way and that for a moment to admire the play of light on metal. Her smile widens a little more and she quickly wipes her eyes with her hand before handing the chain to Yuan.]
You know, there's a bridge close to this house - well, two bridges in fact, as I found out the last time I came. And there was plenty of water under them both. So I think you should test a few sayings.
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Sayings? [The only saying that really comes to mind is "water under the bridge", but... To what does that even apply, at this point?]
1/2, I wish I could channel her Fandom 2 tone.
Yes, sayings! First, I believe you need a reminder that you should never burn bridges, because then all you have left to take is a long walk around. But we cannot do that, so walking will do. On the way, we can cross bridges when we come to them, see for ourselves that no bridge is ever too far, and maybe even prove that we can cross the same river twice if we are fast enough - especially in winter, in this place, and if we fly!
[As her voices reaches a peak, Martel interrupts her walk, half-spinning with her arms held out until she finds herself facing Yuan again, joining her hands and bringing them to her chin.]
Hopefully, by that point, we will have found a spot where the cold has not left everything frozen, and you can free yourself from this chain by letting it go with the water under the bridge. I have no intention of losing our ring again, so you do not need the chain anymore, right ? If you keep it on you like this, it... looks as if you are already waiting for its next use.
2/2
[Martel laughs again, obviously aware of exactly how overly happy - and sappy - she sounds.]
I'm sorry, this is a lot of optimism to take in at once. But I have to make up for all the times I was not there!
[And for all the time she will spend at the other end of the village with a broken brother she doesn't know how to fix.]
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What is he even supposed to say to all this?]
... Is... Is there anything else you still needed to know? [Because he knows that they still haven't even covered the tip of the iceberg. What's the point in making agreements for the future when she still doesn't know everything about, well, her future?]
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Would anything I do not already know matter here? What should I even be asking for? I... don't believe I want to know all the finer details of how - how... I would not even know what to begin with. Dying? Resurrecting me? Angels? How long all this even took? Is there anything we can speak of that would not end with either of us feeling worse?
[She takes a step closer to the table, staring at it but her thoughts clearly elsewhere.]
I came to see how much of what Mithos said was true... and if you would be honest about it. You were. At this point, everything sounds so unbelievable that honesty is all that really matters. You said you wanted to apologize, even if you did not know how to begin to. That is good enough for me. Hopefully we will manage to build on that.
[A pause.]
...Is there anything else you still need to say? Or something I should know about - about the other times I was here?
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They will manage to build on that... Will they really? The damage done is incredibly extensive and can never be undone. Neither Yuan, Kratos nor Mithos is the same person they used to be four thousand years ago. Too much has changed. Still, he says nothing.
Anything else... Anything else is a good topic.]
There will likely be people who recognize you, either because they've met you in Luceti or because they heard of you back home.