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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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[As he watches the owl stumble around from one tree to another, he wonders how much damage it'll cause to the forest if it keeps making awkward landings like that. And, hang on...]

What does it feed on? [Insects or mice couldn't possibly be enough. Foxes and ferrets?]

That ... is exactly why we are out here. [As the owl finally makes its way down to the ground, Albert unsteadily slips free and dusts himself off.] He is a tamed owl, so he has not had to hunt for a long time. But they usually feed on the monsters and forest animals within their forests.

[Monsters... If it's the sort of monsters Yuan knows from his own world, there are none of those here.]

Animals like rabbits, I suppose?

[Rabbits... Well.] Blade bunnies. Wild boars. Fish. [He glances back at the owl.] Not horses or cattle.

[An amused smirk tugs at Yuan's lips.] You can add Protozoans to that list as well. Some of us would be upset if Noishe mysteriously vanishes one day.

Do you think Noishe will stand being around the owl to begin with? [There's a wry note to his voice as he thinks about the dog-like creature possibly being edgy around the much-larger creature.]

[That's a very good point Albert just raised there. Yuan looks up to assess the owl again.] Hm... I doubt it. Horses are one thing, but this?

Indeed. [He sighs a little, dusting at his gloves.] There are few things larger than this owl in the enclosure now, all of which would be quite dangerous themselves. [That dragon. Moro.] Not that this owl is not dangerous; it did manage to survive against the Third Party during the Desset draft.

Is that so? I suppose that's where you first met it?

[Using an owl to fight Third Party soldiers... It's an interesting concept. It reminds him of when Protozoans were used during the Kharlan war.]

I requested it on a whim before we entered the city. Apparently Bil thought it would be a nice reminder of my ... contributions to the Organization. [Let's just ignore that he requested it more than once. Somehow. Someone probably thought it was amusing to give him the owl again when he requested something that would help him see in the dark.]

[Oh. "On a whim". Perhaps he's begun to overestimate Albert a bit too much by assuming it was some sort of strategic move.]

Yes, I'm sure something like this will never allow you to forget.

[Even he could indulge once in awhile, back then. But no more.]

Indeed. It's too big and would naturally outlive me.

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