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voice; un: lowell
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.
[ 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.
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[ And it's killing him that he doesn't. He doesn't know who killed him or how or why. He just knows that Flynn is dead and missing a hand, and throw out like so much garbage.
He lets out a harsh breath. ]
Fine. I'm outside the Gate.
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He moves like a man moving through the enemy territory and pauses, glancing around then focuses on Yuri.]
When you said light sword, what did you mean. Light as in elemental?
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I don't know. I wasn't there. But it cut his hand clean off.
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[He keeps walking as he says,] If there's any elemental energy involved I can feel it. If there's that involved then it was a cold blood.
But let me ask you, did notice since we got here that we've been pressured in some way? [Had someone been pushed to kill Flynn? He doesn't know.] I ask because whoever did it might not have been in control or listened to that pressure. That is not to say justice shouldn't be carried out.
I want to know the reasons first. [Sometimes the knight he used to be is all the more apparent in ways he doesn't realize.]
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[ It's awful to think about it. Like he was so much garbage, thrown out like he was nothing. ]
His body's at the house. If that would help.
[ He looks away, his sword dangling from his hand. He is feeling that pressure, that need to fight something, to punch something, to taste blood. He wants it, he needs it, even if he knows he should get reasons first ]
He deserves justice, no matter the reason.
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He takes a breath then opens his eyes and nods.] And yes, it will help. This place is too saturated. Some of it us, [His lips twitch faintly at one corner.
He had unleashed a lot of power in this area beyond them.] I'm not good enough to separate more than a few. We'd need the Traveler's help and he isn't here.
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[ Yuri doesn't pause, heading for the lamp. At least they can go straight home. Smokey hasn't come back, he's probably keeping watch over Flynn. Yuri spares a thought to how grateful he is to have him, and Repede, still at his side.
He pauses by the lamp, one hand on Repede to bring him along. ]
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Not painfully so, just warmer.]
cw: trench-style decomposing dead body
They appear back in Crenshaw, just outside of a small house. The door is open, a light on inside.
A small bird flies out of the house almost immediately, crying out at Yuri. Yuri takes a deep breath to steel himself before stepping into the house to see Flynn's body.
Except-- he takes two steps forward before falling to his knees next to Flynn's body, which is... crystalizing? They're poking up from his face, under his armor, he can see it distorting the shape of his body. He doesn't even think about it, and he starts to take the armor off of Flynn. He needs to see, needs to know ]
What the hell--?
cw: trench-style decomposing dead body
He closes the distance and kneels down beside Yuri as his usual composure cracks, shock in his eyes.]
What in the name of the Seven? [His hand reaches out then he forces himself to close it and sit with his legs folded under him. He crams his emotions down into a box. One deep breath in. Two.
He slowly shakes his head.] There are no elemental traces on his body. But...even in Deerington this has never happened before.
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Anger and grief are building again in his gut as he gets Flynn's pauldrons off, and he pushes up his tunic and chain mail, revealing his stomach and chest, equally rotted and crystalizing. ]
No elemental, but he's, he's--
[ Yuri doesn't know what to do with any of this. He doesn't know what to do with Flynn being dead, and he certainly doesn't know what to do with this strange decomposition process. He wants to get the body out of his sight and not take his eyes off it at the same time. If he gets rid of Flynn's body, if he buries him or burns him, that's it, isn't it? ]
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[He slowly climbs to his feet. Later he will feel everything he's walled off. But right now, Yuri needs help. He'll do what he can for him. He offers his hand as he says.]
When you're ready, we'll handle this. I won't leave until you tell me to go. Alright?
cw: self harm
But if there's one thing he's learned in the last year, it's that being alone isn't the best way to do things. Being alone leads him down a dark path, to make poor decisions, to take things into his own hands. He's not going to do that. He's not going to do that, and he won't do that if he's held accountable. If someone is here.
But sitting around, that won't help him either.
He doesn't take Diluc's hand, but he doesn't tell him to leave, either. Instead, he gets up on his own, walking toward the kitchen. His space, really, but there are signs of Flynn here. The dishes are clean and put away, the table is spotless, the napkins are folded. The vegetables Flynn bought for him to use are waiting cheerfully on the counter. It hits him again. He's gone. ]
What is there to handle.
[ He mutters it mostly to himself, but his eyes land on the flowers he and Flynn planted not even two weeks ago. His own is small, a tangle of dark leaves and purple flowers. Flynn's is tall, soaring, with beautiful white lilies. And it's still there. It's still alive, like nothing happened. It's supposed to be connected to Flynn, and Flynn is lying dead in the other room.
His hand curls into a fist and he lets out a yell, smashing it into the wall. Pain sears through him, rocking up his wrist and arm. The wall, made of sturdy bricks is unharmed except for blood now embedded in the brick. Yuri's hand isn't quite so undamaged, his knuckles bloody and busted ]
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He undoes the sword belt that keeps his sword strapped to his back and settles it safely down. In time for Yuri to lose it. Smoke pours out of Diluc's chest and drifts down to shape his omen, Dellingr. The wolf-sized dragon spreads wings with scales of red, orange, and gold. Wolf-like ears on the sides of the narrow, arrow-shaped head shift.
Diluc motions to the dragon to go watch the other room as he takes off his coat. Dellingr snorts, trotting into the next room with the click of his claws. As he passes out of the light he looks dark, like smoke. Diluc walks over to join Yuri.]
Whatever is happening to him, you want to be there for him. Correct? Then tell me where your bandages are. I'll set your hand.
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[ Yuri waves his other hand to a door under the stairs, keeping his hurt hand close to his chest. The pain is helping, it really is. It gives him something else to focus on.
And Diluc's matter-of-fact way about dealing with this helps, too. It's better than the offers to help him, emotionally, it's better than asking what he can do. He's just doing, just being, and Yuri needs some sense of normalcy right now so he can pretend that Flynn's body isn't in the other room. ]
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His gloves are tucked into his coat pocket. As he rolls up his sleeves he says,]
Keep it over the sink. ...I don't think either of us can be burned by our blood. [With his sleeves rolled up there are bandages wrapped around his injuries from the arena. He shakes his head and if allowed, gently takes Yuri's hand to set to tending his busted hand. His work is brisk and efficient.
With clear practice involved.]
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When it's bandaged up, he moves his fingers as best he can. Pain aches in them, and he's glad for it. ]
Thanks.
...our blood burns?
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As he returns he says,] Yes, at first I wrote it off as relearning control of my vision but, that's not what it is.
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[ 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?
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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.
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He isn't really here to figure out riddles, through, and grimaces ]
The Snake, huh? What the hell does that mean?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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[ 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.
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