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?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

That's troublesome. [It was easier to deal with them when they were obvious. Him not being able to tell could mean it was something very specific.] Have you tested all your senses? Though there's the chance that it could be a memory, or a set of memories. You have a lot of those.

I do have a lot of those. There may not be a concrete way to check what's missing. [Who could verify over four thousand years' worth of his memories? Kratos is his best chance, but the man isn't around to help him right now.]

It's usually something critical, so we'll find out eventually. Preferably sooner rather than later.

[Something critical... Well, he remembers his name, he remembers where he was born, he remembers what he did with his life... There don't seem to be any gaps, but what if someone or something important was removed in such a way that it still lines up seamlessly? Either that, or he's overlooking something obvious. There's a moment's pause before he decides to change the subject.]

Were there any other casualties I should be aware of?

There were many casualties. [She doesn't know which would apply to Yuan, nor does she have the complete list.] Luckily, a cure was developed before there could be more.

[He'll just assume that means there's no pressing casualties he should know about, like Mithos or Albert.]

What became of that enclosure? Is it back in Malnosso hands?

They were going to destroy it, but with the cure, it wasn't necessary.

[That's not entirely what Yuan asked, but the answer's good enough. If the enclosure had been lost to the Third Party or the remaining factions of diseased, they would've destroyed it anyway.]

I see.

[Sigh.]

Is there anything you need? I should check on you, all things considered.

You aren't obligated to do anything and there is nothing I need.

[Well, aside from some fresh food, but he'd rather get his own groceries. That, and he still needs to clean out his fridge.]

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm being honest. If you want to visit regardless, I won't stop you.

I'll drop by later. There are some things just better delivered in person.

Understood. [He'll be there, and by that time he'll have cleaned out the fridge.]

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