fortunefail | - 91 [Action/written]

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[When Yuan awakens, it's in a state of complete grogginess and disorientation. It takes him a few minutes to get his thoughts together enough to realize that he's lying face-down on cold, hard ground. And that lying on the ground is generally considered a bad thing. As he moves to sit up, willing his head to stop spinning, he comes to another realization. A soft breeze is prickling at his bare skin. He's outside, in the forest, and he's not wearing a shirt. Just those standard New Feather pants and shoes. His hair's not tied back either.

Damn.

He moves himself into a sitting position to get his memories in order. He'd been drafted. There was some sort of illness going around and he'd caught it. He'd asked Raine for help, but it hadn't done much good. The symptoms returned. And then... Then nothing. Going by his current situation, it isn't too hard to guess what had happened, but... What is he missing? Aside from nausea, his entire body is working just fine. All his senses are intact. Lightning magic crackles between his fingers when he tries to summon it. Luminous wings flicker on his back for a few seconds, before he allows them to disappear again.

Is it memories? Or had he not died at all?

The sun's position tells him it's some time in the afternoon. A glimpse through his journal tells him he'd been gone for over a week and missed a few things. He pauses at an entry that was put up by Sheena a few days ago. Sayo... That's right, Kratos told him about that just before they entered the battlefield. He snaps the journal shut, shakes pooling locks of blue hair back and gets to his feet, starting the trek back home. As he goes, he crosses his arms over his chest. Would it have killed the Malnosso to provide him with a shirt? By the looks of things, he ended up south east of the village, which means he has to cross the whole thing to get to his home.

Anyone's free to run into him, but beware, he's in a terrible mood.]

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[When he does finally reach house #8 and opens the door, the first thing he notices is a foul smell. It isn't strong, but his enhanced senses catch it immediately. It's coming from the kitchen and the source can be located with ease. The refrigerator. They hadn't cleared it out before leaving for the draft. If it still hasn't been done a week after the draft's conclusion, that means Kratos hasn't been by the house either.

Ignoring the stench, he sits down at the dinner table and flips his journal open to write a message to Raine and Sheena. Zelos is added as an afterthought, if only because Tethe'alla's Chosen had been drafted as well.]

Have you seen Kratos this past week?

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[Yuan's features twitch in dismay for a second. He was really hoping to get home unnoticed, but when you pass straight through the village in this attire, you're bound to get remarks. He's not halting his stride in the least.]

I'm busy.

I'm sorry... [Guiltily looks off to the side.] It's just-- you--

[He knows Yuan was drafted too, and he's able to put two and two together. He takes out an apple, holding it out to the man.]

Even if you're busy, you should probably eat. [Someone is not a stranger to having to force people to eat. Especially people who are antisocial jerks. You better take it, Yuan.]

[At the sight of that apple, Yuan's stomach churns uneasily. He's still nauseous- likely a side effect of not having had proper food for a while. The only way to fix it is to ease himself back into eating meals, but he dismisses the apple with an idle wave of the hand regardless.]

I'll eat when I get home.

[He pulls his hand back.]

Are you sure I can't help you in any way, Yuan? [He means well, he really does. He just hasn't learned that sometimes he's trying too hard.]

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Yes, I'm certain. [He's not just saying it to get rid of Jeb, he really believes it. Anything Jeb could get for him, he can get for himself the moment he reaches his house.]

[But why wait when he could get it that much sooner?]

All right. I'm sorry for bothering you, Yuan. [Trying not too sound too dejected. If there's nothing he can do for the man, then he shouldn't aggravate him.]

Hmph. [Now he looks like the bad guy again. Still, he really doesn't want to stay and chat. Now's not the time.]

Don't worry about it.

...can I at least make sure you get home safely? [No, Jeb. Don't push it. Stop.]

It's right on the other side of the village. [How could he not get there safely? He's shirtless, not wounded.]

Haha, right. I guess I'm just worrying over nothing.

[It always astounds Yuan when humans- people he barely knows worry about him. He supposes it's only natural in a small, close-knit community like Luceti, but even so...]

... Hm. [Well, this is awkward. ... He should just keep walking.]

I hope you have a good rest of your day, Yuan! [Smile!] Make sure you eat, okay?

[Yuan is genuinely surprised by that second remark. It's true he hasn't had much of an appetite lately, but he's not about to starve himself.]

... Right. I'll do that.

[It's not a personal remark, Yuan. It's an automatic response he makes when food is involved in anything after living with Silver for so long. Celery and peanut butter is not an actual meal!]

Great! [Smiles more.] I really do hope the rest of your day goes well.

[Damn nice people, always throwing Yuan off like this. Somehow, the world would seem easier if they were all bastards who keep to their own business.]

... Likewise. [He'll uh... he'll be leaving now. Yes.]

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