Twenty-Ninth Rebirth [Accidental Video]

[neverquitedies]

[The PCD flickers on, starts recording. Yuca doesn't notice it at first (no, he's not dead, sorry). He's kneeling on one knee, using both his hands to pull, hard, at an annoying patch of crab grass. He seemed to be in a lot where a building was destroyed, judging from the rubble around him- a sledgehammer lay in the grass not too far off, broken

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[visionofblood]

Ahha... you tolerant thing. I'd have waited until they were entrenched deep inside the maze, and then a mysterious fire would appear and frighten them half to death.

Or fully. [He bats a hand carelessly.]

Whichever.

Fires have minds of their own and can't be told to behave once they're set.

[chaserprongs]

[Snort.

Oh, Izuna, you unflappable crazy mofo, only you can look at the gravity of the situation and correct Yuca on the handling of the situation. ♥]

[visionofblood]

[Gravity? What gravity? We all float, here, Mister Potter.

Or at least, Izuna tends to. Its very difficult to take a story like this seriously when held parallel to his own temper and how he'd have handled it (which would be about as graciously as one can handle something with a fistfull of fire and anger management.)

Even an immortal should value his time more than this. What a waste of effort. Raze the earth so nothing will grow there again! Or at least exact some revenge to get a payback on the waste.

(Izuna-logic, understand, should never be tried at home.)]

[neverquitedies]

Well, I wasn't alive when they tore it out.

[He offers a cheerful smile to match Izuna's own.]

I wasn't even alive when they were. I came back after their line had been destroyed by a neighboring country.

[fightingvirtue]

That's how things are. Around and around it goes... change is life.

[Why, yes, he is relieved to see you still alive.]

[neverquitedies]

It's a little boring, but there you have it.

[At least one of them is. ;__;]

[Private//unhackable]

[fightingvirtue]

You've been hiding.

[Private//unhackable]

[neverquitedies]

There's nothing for me out there.

[Video]

[juniorarchiver]

Sounds like after all that you'd be a pretty good gardener, yeah?

[Video]

[neverquitedies]

Something like that.

[Video]

[juniorarchiver]

Mind if I ask the name of this Queen?

[Video]

[neverquitedies]

Milady Edlyn.

[His world was just as different as everyone else's- this woman didn't exist in other worlds.]

[Video] 1/2

[bloodseal_soul]

[... he doesn't know what to say, how to say it, what to do, how to react. He doesn't even want to talk to him. Every time he does, he remembers how still his mother looked, blood caked in her hair, pale lips, the sound of her wet breathing, panicked and painful, the way her fingers grasped his.

She had been so scared.

He was supposed to protect her.

She woke up, and his father, his father... had left, just in time for her to realize... she had no more memory of her most important day with him. Her life, her love, her pain. She had been crying. Trisha had never, ever let her boys see her cry. She had always been strong.

For that loss, she had cried.

It was Al's fault, because he had trusted Yuca enough to give him a second chance. It was made worse by the fact that she would never blame him.

Yuca could hurt again. He could kill again. ... he had left him alive (it was the right choice, he'd seen it in Ed's eyes) and now, he had to know.]

[Video] 2/2

[bloodseal_soul]

Why are you planting flowers?

[Video]

[neverquitedies]

[Yuca takes one look at the video, hears the first utterance of Al's voice, and his eyes narrow (but not without a trace of pain, a flicker of regret). Without a word, his hand moves to shut off the video.]

[Video]

[bloodseal_soul]

[No expression. ... for once, Al's the one with the blankness in his eyes. He sits there for all of three seconds -- a long three seconds -- before he turns off the feed.]

[sauceytomato]

Didn't think you'd be the type to garden.

[neverquitedies]

Someone told me I needed a new hobby.

[sauceytomato]

... [Oh yeah.]

Right.

[neverquitedies]

Does it not meet to your approval, O' Dour One?