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bunnyboy[He's been silent for a while. Ever since arriving, Yarne's been dealing with trying not to get himself killed...or so it seemed, maybe, to everyone else. In actuality, he's been spending the last week getting less and less social, to the point where he's going on long walks without telling his allies and avoiding looking at his communicator altogether. He's even taken to sleeping outside of his assigned room.
Today is different, though. After fighting some demons during the thirteenth hour, he turns it on. At the moment, he's leaning against a wall not far from his apartment, looking a bit feverish. He's holding his head in one hand and glaring down at his watch in the other. There are two things very wrong with Yarne's appearance...to those who know him. For one, he's wearing a pair of jeans and a thick black coat. Two, there's a bit of blood on the axe leaning next to him...and some on his face. He hasn't washed up.]
This week has been nothing more than a pain in the ass.
[His hand leaves hand so he can reach down to his side and pull up his evoker. He looks at it for a moment before tossing it to the side. It hits the ground with a loud clang.]
...That's an evoker. It ain't doing shit to bring out my Persona. [He growls.] There's something wrong. What the hell is it? It's a gun, but...despite everything I've done, I shouldn't know what it is. [His message may be cryptic, but the memories to him are so clear. He's been shot before, fixing something...taking care of something. But he also knows, extremely vaguely, that despite being able to hold one and use one without flinching...that he's never seen one before.]
...Tch. [He brings his hand back to his head, starting to shake a little. The way he scowls, it's very clear that this Taguel is in great pain.] What's it all mean? Probably nothing more than a waste of everyone's time, but...something's different.
[He scowls again, but it's followed by another wince. His head hurts so much...he has to take a knee at this point. When he speaks again, there's a renewed firmness to his voice. He tries to set the message to private, but...he doesn't know how.]
Minako. Are you...busy right now?
[...He's not sure why he's asking, and it looks like he's about to say something else...but there's a loud screech and a fireball thrown at him. He dodges without flinching.]
Tch. Figures. [He grabs his axe and reaches to turn off his feed, but not before he says one more thing.] Time to say adiós, assholes.
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Today is different, though. After fighting some demons during the thirteenth hour, he turns it on. At the moment, he's leaning against a wall not far from his apartment, looking a bit feverish. He's holding his head in one hand and glaring down at his watch in the other. There are two things very wrong with Yarne's appearance...to those who know him. For one, he's wearing a pair of jeans and a thick black coat. Two, there's a bit of blood on the axe leaning next to him...and some on his face. He hasn't washed up.]
This week has been nothing more than a pain in the ass.
[His hand leaves hand so he can reach down to his side and pull up his evoker. He looks at it for a moment before tossing it to the side. It hits the ground with a loud clang.]
...That's an evoker. It ain't doing shit to bring out my Persona. [He growls.] There's something wrong. What the hell is it? It's a gun, but...despite everything I've done, I shouldn't know what it is. [His message may be cryptic, but the memories to him are so clear. He's been shot before, fixing something...taking care of something. But he also knows, extremely vaguely, that despite being able to hold one and use one without flinching...that he's never seen one before.]
...Tch. [He brings his hand back to his head, starting to shake a little. The way he scowls, it's very clear that this Taguel is in great pain.] What's it all mean? Probably nothing more than a waste of everyone's time, but...something's different.
[He scowls again, but it's followed by another wince. His head hurts so much...he has to take a knee at this point. When he speaks again, there's a renewed firmness to his voice. He tries to set the message to private, but...he doesn't know how.]
Minako. Are you...busy right now?
[...He's not sure why he's asking, and it looks like he's about to say something else...but there's a loud screech and a fireball thrown at him. He dodges without flinching.]
Tch. Figures. [He grabs his axe and reaches to turn off his feed, but not before he says one more thing.] Time to say adiós, assholes.
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