voice; un: lowell

[vibing]

cw: grief, talk of death, suicidal thoughts, language

[ The feed clicks on to ragged breathing, too close to the Omni ]

Who the hell killed Flynn? Some guy with a light sword. Give me names.

[ Yuri's voice is low and rough, somehow both heated and emotionless. His emotional state has been degrading since Flynn's omen led him to Flynn's corpse. He growls and there's rustling over the Omni ]

If you killed him, be at the Gate at midnight.

Comments

[vibing]

Good to know.

[ Yuri sighs and drops down into one of the chairs by the table, leaning on his good arm. Good, something else to think about, even if his thoughts aren't very cohesive right now. They're muddled with pain and grief and he stares at somewhere on the opposite wall ]

Fuck. This place just doesn't stop hitting, huh?

[searingwing]

It doesn't. If it's anything like the dream realm was, this is the first of many. [He drops into another chair at the table and sighs. That's when his calm cracks. He looks worn down and sags in the chair, rubbing his face with one hand. It's all he allows of his mood to show.]

Back there I was told by trusted sources to seek The Snake if I wanted to figure out what was going on. I've been looking but I haven't found anything of merit. Not yet.

[vibing]

[ Good. It makes Yuri feel better to see behind that mask, to see how Diluc's really feeling. It's fine to feel bad. Yuri feels like shit.

He isn't really here to figure out riddles, through, and grimaces ]

The Snake, huh? What the hell does that mean?

[searingwing]

I'd say it's a title. [Diluc sighs and rubs his temples. He can feel a slight headache starting to set in. He's written down everything the Wastes told him. In his mind's eye Mother Superior looms with her chair hitting the wall and fragments of other possible lives fly up like glittering shards of glass. Such...power.]

They might be like Dog Keeper, someone you can trust, or they might be like Mother Superior was, a Pthumerian.

[Diluc stares out the window but can't hide the faint edge of grief in his tone.] And we can't ask for clarification. If he returns, he won't remember.

The other has been dead for years. He won't return.

[vibing]

[ None of this makes any sense to Yuri, and he's too tired to try and figure it out. It sounds like a problem for another day. He shakes his head ]

No clue, man. But I'll keep an ear out, see if I hear anything about a Snake or a dog keeper or something.

So it's just gonna keep happening? We're gonna keep-- keep dying, keep getting our pasts thrown in our faces? Shit.

[searingwing]

[He sets both hands down on the table and there's a moment he stares at it. Diluc's fingers lay flat as he says, truthfully.] I don't know.

I can't tell you if this will mirror Deerington or not. All I can tell you is I'll do what I can to help. However, that help has to be. [He says as he lifts his head to meet his eyes.]

This is the start and where things go from here...we'll find out. I think we can count on both of those but how often is difficult to guess.

[vibing]

...thanks.

[ Yuri holds his gaze, and he means it. He usually doesn't ask people to have his back, but in this place? A place where someone like Flynn could bite it so easily? He needs back up, and he needs someone he can trust.

He thinks he can trust Diluc. He's deciding he can. ]

I'll help, too. However I can.

[searingwing]

I know you will. [He seems to consider something then reaches out to offer his hand. They could shake on it just for their own sake.]

During our match that was good use of ice magic, coating your fist with it.

[It had caught him off guard. Most ice users he has met never put it on their hands. And they aren’t here to ask why.]

[vibing]

[ Yuri hesitates for just a moment, then takes his hand. Yuri's is cold, coldblood cold, fingers thin and strong ]

Uh, yeah. It keeps doing that. Even if I don't mean to.