[Sheryl's never really been much of a reader, but her wanderings around the village have brought her in the direction of the library. She spots Yuan's blue from behind and immediately stares in shock as she's never seen Alto wear clothing like that before. She'd heard about him wearing it from his brother but it was the first Sheryl had ever seen it in person. Her pace brings her up to Yuan eventually as she reaches to grab his shoulder.]
You should've said something if you were here too, Alto.
[Yuan had sensed someone approaching him, he just didn't think too much of it. He's sitting in the village plaza, after all. It's a busy location, so people pass him by all the time. Still, the presence is getting awfully close and he looks up just in time to feel a hand on his shoulder. Yuan is one of those people who doesn't appreciate being touched, so he wastes no time in jumping to his feet to shrug that hand off again.]
[Guess who isn't happy to see you, Yuan? Raine stopping by the previous day had been bad enough. As soon as Mithos sees him, he ceases his irritated pacing and simply glares.]
[Yuan never expected Mithos to be happy to see him. In fact, the feeling is very mutual. Sadly, Mithos is his responsibility and Martel won't forgive him if he lets her little brother starve or anything like that. He isn't here to gloat, he's here because he has to.]
I came here to be certain you aren't doing anything stupid.
Does it look like I can do anything down here? [He gestures around the sparsely-furbished cell. Acknowledging his helplessness in front of Yuan...that's a tough blow, but his former companion's patronizing attitude just pisses him off. He wants to shove every bit of it back at him.]
If I could do anything to escape, I would have come to spill your blood by now. [Still falling back on threats, despite the great disparity between their ability levels.]
[If Yuan's expression is any indication, he's grossly unimpressed by Mithos' threat. That's not just because a set of thick metal bars is separating them, either.]
You mean you'd have attempted it, which would've been a rather trivial affair. ...I brought you something to keep you busy.
[He crouches down and slides the bag he was holding between the bars. It's got a loaf of bread, a few bottles of water, some assorted pieces of fruit and three library books. Yuan had no idea what Mithos likes to read these days, if at all, so he got some fantasy literature from other worlds. Nothing too violent, in case it gives him any ideas. Have fun reading the Tales of Beedle the Bard, man.]
[HEY FELLOW BLUE-HAIRED BUDDY. Or... not-buddy, really, but that isn't going to stop Regal from giving him a friendly nod as he opens the bakery door to allow some fresh air in.]
Good afternoon, Yuan. It's been some time since I last saw you.
[Yuan gives a quick nod in return. Should he stop to talk to Regal? It's hard to estimate what to expect from this guy; he doesn't really know him that well at all.
He'll just pause in his steps for a moment, then.]
[ It was only pure luck that Yuan's message managed to get to Martel. For the past few weeks, she has been searching for her missing brother non-stop. She would have enlisted help from others, but she was aware of Mithos' lack of popularity with everyone (with the exception of Kaori of course).
Although burdened with worry, she was able to notice the mysteriousness of Yuan's message. As a matter of fact, how long has it been since she last heard of him? While he was indeed avoiding her, he at least had the curtsey to check on her once in awhile. ]
Uh . . . I'm really sorry but there's something that really needs my attention.
[ As much as she wanted to talk to Yuan, finding Mithos came first. ]
[voice / Filtered]fortunefailJune 10 2011, 08:08:41 UTC
[Yuan suspects that this "something" that needs Martel's attention would be Mithos. Still, even if it were something else, it's important that they discuss this as soon as possible.]
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You should've said something if you were here too, Alto.
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What the- Who? [Who the hell is Alto?]
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[Sheryl folds her arms across her chest before leaning in closer to get a better look at Yuan, studying him intently before smirking.]
But you do act like him.
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Did you come here to gloat?
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I came here to be certain you aren't doing anything stupid.
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If I could do anything to escape, I would have come to spill your blood by now. [Still falling back on threats, despite the great disparity between their ability levels.]
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You mean you'd have attempted it, which would've been a rather trivial affair. ...I brought you something to keep you busy.
[He crouches down and slides the bag he was holding between the bars. It's got a loaf of bread, a few bottles of water, some assorted pieces of fruit and three library books. Yuan had no idea what Mithos likes to read these days, if at all, so he got some fantasy literature from other worlds. Nothing too violent, in case it gives him any ideas. Have fun reading the Tales of Beedle the Bard, man.]
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Good afternoon, Yuan. It's been some time since I last saw you.
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He'll just pause in his steps for a moment, then.]
Some time, indeed.
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[In other words: he's noticed that something seems to be up. Whether you want to give him more details or not is up to you, Yuan.]
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That just means you're lucky enough to have avoided the chaotic situations.
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Although burdened with worry, she was able to notice the mysteriousness of Yuan's message. As a matter of fact, how long has it been since she last heard of him? While he was indeed avoiding her, he at least had the curtsey to check on her once in awhile. ]
Uh . . . I'm really sorry but there's something that really needs my attention.
[ As much as she wanted to talk to Yuan, finding Mithos came first. ]
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It's about Mithos.
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[ If she wasn't speaking to someone at the moment, she would have cried with joy. ]
Where is he?!
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[And then he realizes how this might sound to Martel, so he adds:] Mithos is unhurt, but the situation is a little more complicated than that.
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