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gocirclegogo2012-03-29 04:41 am
vesperian) wrote in gocirclegogo2012-03-29 04:41 am
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Memories
[It's an unrecognizable field, really. There are flowers, tall winding tress, and patches of grass that are meant to resemble the gardens of Xanadu. But the layout and types of flora are all different - it's all wrong. But in Yuri's subconscious, it is Xanadu and he recognizes it as such.
It's a memory set somewhere else, but it's a memory nonetheless, each one separated with a shifting of the trees. First, Garista with his long blond hair. His sword meets Garista in the gut after a flurry of blue magic, the blood staining the blade and his worn out Knight's uniform.
And though it happened years later, he finds himself facing Ragou who cowers in fear, such a helpless-looking man who had only his position at his disposal. But still Yuri slices at him, and Ragou's body falls on top of Garista's.
Cumore, now, sniveling and begging for his life. Yuri doesn't slay him this time, his blade at his side as he looks on coldly. The leaves on the ground turn to sand and slowly, slowly swallow up the pink and purple and periwinkle of Cumore and the small mountain of bodies piled around him.
Xanadu fades to a desert, neither the Sands of Kagorh nor the Sand City. It's simply sand, and a rune - so distinctive in shape and color - sparkles bright on his hand. Estelle is laughing and taunting, though no words meet Yuri's ears. She's swinging a machete that looks wrong in her hands, she's caught in a bubble and begging him to kill her. He answers her wish, and she slumps into the sand.
Flynn comes running to him, yelling and shouting without a sound. Yuri's hand reaches out (perhaps under the rune's influence, perhaps not), and a black dome encages Flynn.
Now there's screaming. Pain, fear - the blue of Flynn's eyes blown wide before the dome disappears and Flynn's body drops into the sand.
Yuri watches.
A glance down and his hands are as red as his sword. A glance up and the bodies are piled before him - the men who deserved death and the loved ones who were caught by his mistakes. He sees Clay, the vigilante whose idea of justice consumed him, whose justice became vengeance instead. Clay- who smiles something eerie, who smiles right at Yuri like a brother.]
It's a memory set somewhere else, but it's a memory nonetheless, each one separated with a shifting of the trees. First, Garista with his long blond hair. His sword meets Garista in the gut after a flurry of blue magic, the blood staining the blade and his worn out Knight's uniform.
And though it happened years later, he finds himself facing Ragou who cowers in fear, such a helpless-looking man who had only his position at his disposal. But still Yuri slices at him, and Ragou's body falls on top of Garista's.
Cumore, now, sniveling and begging for his life. Yuri doesn't slay him this time, his blade at his side as he looks on coldly. The leaves on the ground turn to sand and slowly, slowly swallow up the pink and purple and periwinkle of Cumore and the small mountain of bodies piled around him.
Xanadu fades to a desert, neither the Sands of Kagorh nor the Sand City. It's simply sand, and a rune - so distinctive in shape and color - sparkles bright on his hand. Estelle is laughing and taunting, though no words meet Yuri's ears. She's swinging a machete that looks wrong in her hands, she's caught in a bubble and begging him to kill her. He answers her wish, and she slumps into the sand.
Flynn comes running to him, yelling and shouting without a sound. Yuri's hand reaches out (perhaps under the rune's influence, perhaps not), and a black dome encages Flynn.
Now there's screaming. Pain, fear - the blue of Flynn's eyes blown wide before the dome disappears and Flynn's body drops into the sand.
Yuri watches.
A glance down and his hands are as red as his sword. A glance up and the bodies are piled before him - the men who deserved death and the loved ones who were caught by his mistakes. He sees Clay, the vigilante whose idea of justice consumed him, whose justice became vengeance instead. Clay- who smiles something eerie, who smiles right at Yuri like a brother.]
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He likes to think that he isn't awkward so much as-- well, they say actions are louder than words anyway, right? It'd be a waste of time trying to explain something when physicality was more often than not so much simpler.
In his opinion.
He pushes away from the beam, feeling a lot calmer now.]
So what's on the agenda today?
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I don't know about you but I'd like a chance to sleep in at least once.
[Several nights of bad and interrupted, nightmare-filled sleep... Not fun.]
We're going to run out of funds soon, even if we get a job. Might need to take Lion up on that offer.
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[He moves back into the hotel room, taking his bowl of soup and quickly downing the rest before setting it in the sink. He can be responsible sometimes!]
You know a way to contact her?
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[Because either Lion left a contact address or Guy can hunt her location down. Yuri doing any amount of housework is worth celebrating.]
Any of the jobs we've looked at appeal to you?
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[He smirks. The little fight competition got his gears going, and with the way his eyes sparkle, it's very clear that that's exactly what he's thinking about.]
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Be careful at least. If you really have to do it. There wasn't anything else you liked the look of?
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[He's used to doing smaller tasks for money. Delivery, finding stuff, warehouse organization...]
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There were some warehouse jobs...
[That sounds safe, right?]
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[A loud, put-upon sigh.]
Well, whatever gets us the money.