[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... )

[Just so you know, Yuca freaking rocks the aristocrat look. He's comfortable in these clothes, and knows quite well how to carry himself, thank you very much. Maybe a little too well. He did live through the Victorian era, after all.]

This was a nice idea. I'm a lot warmer now.

[Shoving his hands into his pockets, staring up toward the sky ( Read more... )

[It comes on as an accident- but there's nothing tragic or pathetic or sad or embarrassing about this little scene ( Read more... )

[The PCD clicks on, and Yuca looks a little curious- he hasn't realized it's turned on at first, he's too busy typing away, trying to run a program or two on it, frowning slightly in concentration.]

D.

[Clicking away, muttering a little to himself.]

O. R. A. -

[There's nothing there for a moment, and his face goes completely blank. For a ( Read more... )

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

[He laughs, softly.]

You all seem to be overreacting, in my humble opinion. It was an event, you have an excuse for the way you acted. Besides which, it's nice to let it out every once in awhile, isn't it?

[Yuca takes a deep breath.]If anyone would like to confess, the church is open to all. If you don't ( 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... )

As irksome as all of this is, I do hope everyone understands that it will all be over soon. Nothing ever lasts in Adstringendum- not the people, not the events. It's disconcerting to suddenly lose something you've taken for granted for so long, but if you simply allow yourself time to adjust, you'll find that you can train your other senses ( Read more... )

Well...

[Yuca gives a cheery smile.]

To anyone who I gave my coordinates to, or who knew where I lived- I wouldn't go around there any more. I don't know if Folk is still waiting for me to come home, and I don't want to attack any of you.

[He's so concerned, guys. Really.]I've relocated- and I think I'm going to try and keep this place secret ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[Yuca sighs- he sounds older now, thank heavens, his voice is deeper, more sure of itself.]That was quite the ordeal. But, it appears that I'm not a child anymore, at the very least. Thank you everyone, for putting up with me while that event was effecting me. Unlike some, it seems, I remember what happened to me last week, and I wasn't very ( Read more... )