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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.]
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.