Hello new arrivals!

[Yuca waves cheerily.]

My name is Yuca Collabel- I'm a priest at the local church. And I was thinking that- since there are so many new people, I'd extend my invitations to all of you (and you older folks too!) to come to an end of the year celebration.

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Two years.

[A small pause- Yuca looks down at the PCD, fiddling with some of the buttons.]

It's something to look back on, I suppose.

[He's quiet, almost vulnerable. Yuca bites his lower lip and looks away. He doesn't care. He's never cared. People were just here for a short time before they died, and took all of their feelings with them. ( Read more... )

...I hope it is permanent.

[The video feed starts with showing Cross Church- or at least, what used to be the church. The roof has all but caved in, splintered, rotting wood jutting out at every angle, stained glass windows shattered under the strain, the foundations beginning to splinter. Clearly, tragically, unsafe ( Read more... )

Did anyone else hear the explosion last night?

I hope everyone is okay.

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I... I need to tell you something.

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I didn't really thank you for- the event. What happened. So- thanks. I'm sorry if I hurt you.

[After a week of static, Yuca's PCD flicks on. There's nothing at first, just the soft sound of his breathing, thinking quietly on what to say- what he really could say. Finally, he just lets out a laugh that is obviously fake, sighing afterward.]

Sorry I haven't been around. Things- got a little crazy, didn't they?

[Another quiet pause.]

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[The camera flickers on and finds Yuca, once again, sitting peacefully in his garden, an arm wrapped around his knees. He's got cuts and bruises here and there from his fight with Merlin, but for the most part, he still looks pretty okay. The flowers are just starting to bloom, and his fingers barely brush against one, as if he isn't sure of the ( Read more... )

[He's figured out how to turn on the PCD, and stares into the screen for a moment in scrutiny, before clearing his throat. His voice is as small as he is, a little squeaky, but completely calm.]They say you should be careful, but... everyone here in Adstring has been kind so far. Break and Miss Kurotsuchi and Saul and Sasami, and everyone else- I ( Read more... )