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[Yuuko is sitting in her living room, a glass in hands. This is hardly a rare sight, but this time there's something else about it. This time, she's performing a scrying spell - and what she Sees is not quite good news.]
One journey draws to an end, and another is to be conceived. Time stands still, yet people keep pushing through the stationary and moving-- backwards, forward, changing.
[Here, she takes a pause, her brows furrowing. It's nearly impossible to read her expression, unless you have known her for longer than most have.] Fortuna... Your name is full of meaning, as are the events which were not meant to be. What kind of fate will your hands unweave...?
[It is then that she decides to pick up her communicator, which had been laying beside her all along. It would seem she has a message to pass on.]
[For the longest moment, all that can be heard in the background are whispers-- the rustling of hair in the wind, a piece of cloth swooping over skin and perhaps, just perhaps, a deceptively low sigh that was barely there. And then the clinking of ice on glass can be made out in the background, before Yuuko's voice makes itself known.]
Discedo. Keep in mind what it is you treasure the most, the next time you leave the city.
[And just like that, the feed is off.]
One journey draws to an end, and another is to be conceived. Time stands still, yet people keep pushing through the stationary and moving-- backwards, forward, changing.
[Here, she takes a pause, her brows furrowing. It's nearly impossible to read her expression, unless you have known her for longer than most have.] Fortuna... Your name is full of meaning, as are the events which were not meant to be. What kind of fate will your hands unweave...?
[It is then that she decides to pick up her communicator, which had been laying beside her all along. It would seem she has a message to pass on.]
[For the longest moment, all that can be heard in the background are whispers-- the rustling of hair in the wind, a piece of cloth swooping over skin and perhaps, just perhaps, a deceptively low sigh that was barely there. And then the clinking of ice on glass can be made out in the background, before Yuuko's voice makes itself known.]
Discedo. Keep in mind what it is you treasure the most, the next time you leave the city.
[And just like that, the feed is off.]