[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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Mm.

[Yuca hums to himself, leaning down to pick up a book on the floor of the living room in the Cabal/Collabel household. He gently sets it on the side table before moving again to pick up a ribbon. A small pocketknife.]

People need to pick up after themselves. A messy house is an inefficient one.

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[Yuca is sitting at the edge of the lake, staring out toward it idly, as if merely passing the time. His eyes are cold. Hollow. Dead. There's a blade on the ground next to him, but it's clean- no blood, no dirt ( Read more... )

[Filtered from Rain]

Hello, Adstringendum!

[It's said rather cheerfully, but his voice sounds incredibly dull, tight, as if he were speaking through a pinched nose. And when the camera finally focuses on him, it's clear to see why- blood is streaming down his face, one of his eyes and his jaw are starting to purple over, while his nose remains ( Read more... )

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