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[stickinthemud]

Who: Yuan and anyone who wants to run into him!
Where: The plaza.
When: September 24th, late afternoon.
Style: [Action]
Status: Open.

[When Yuan awoke, it was in the streets of Vatheon's middle district, around 2 PM. To say he was disoriented would be an understatement. To say he was paranoid this was another one of Mithos' tricks would also be an understatement- He was almost sure of that. Some sort of 'punishment' for betraying Cruxis' ideals. It'd be just like him.

But then he'd found the welcome brochure and began to read. The more of it he'd absorbed, the more his head started to hurt. It seemed more and more unlikely Mithos was responsible for this, but that knowledge did nothing to settle his anxiety. If there's one thing he didn't like, it was being 'stuck'. Was he really supposed to believe there was nothing he could do to get himself out of here? And who else was here?

He would use the communicator to ask these questions, but after looking it over, he decided he didn't trust this device as far as he could throw it. There was no telling who would be listening, after all. He pocketed it for future investigation, but there was no way in hell he would be using it right now. So instead, he decided to seek out this Welcoming Committee. It seemed to be his safest bet for getting more information.

Starting later in the afternoon, anyone would be able to find him in the plaza, either staring up at the welcome building indecisively or observing people as they passed by. At some point, he would actually enter the building to see if anyone was inside, only to return to the plaza afterwards.]

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[strength_of_tomorrow]

[Usually, Kratos would have missed Yuan's arrival entirely unless his fellow angel had decided that the appropriate response to suddenly appearing in a strange place was to try and fight his way out. Today, though, he's still on the prowl for the monster that had kidnapped Lloyd. His stoic demeanor is absent, he hasn't rested in quite some time now. When he first spots Yuan, he wonders briefly if he might be seeing things.]

...Yuan?

[Of all the times he could have arrived... why right now?!]

[stickinthemud]

[If there's one voice Yuan hadn't been expecting, it's this one. He can tell even before turning to face Kratos that it's him, but that doesn't keep the look of surprise off his face. The last time he saw Kratos, the man was unconscious. By his doing, no less.]

Kratos? You... Why the hell are you here?

[strength_of_tomorrow]

It is not by choice, I assure you.

[He's more than a little wary around Yuan, but in these circumstances, he can't afford to take his time to feel the other man out. He has to know about Mithos.]

...I am not the only one here. We need to talk.

[He turns away, heading for the nearest building. Just the fact that he's showing Yuan his back so easily should give him an idea of who else might be in this city.]

[stickinthemud]

[Yuan catches the hint just fine. Whatever it is they need to talk about, it's bound to be more than just 'Vatheon' in general. He starts a fast stride to keep up with Kratos, trying to read his old friend's expression.]

Just what is... [No, that's not the best question to ask.] When did you get here?

[beauchevalier]

[The last week was rough on Angelo and in bad need of a drink. After getting a few at the bar, he'll spy Yuan in the plaza then quirks an eyebrow at him. The templar hadn't seen this fellow before in the months he's been here and obviously he was looking around as if lost.]

You seem lost, sir. Are you new here?

[stickinthemud]

[Hm. A stranger. On the one hand, this is a good opportunity for him to question a resident of this place and verify just how much of the welcome brochure is true. On the other hand, how much of this man's word can he trust, really?]

Is it that obvious?

[beauchevalier]

[He grins and nods, this man was very interesting to say the least. Perhaps he could inquire as to whom he was.]

Considering I was in your shoes myself some time ago, it's quite obvious.

[chosen_gigolo]

[Zelos had hardly left the house since Lloyd had been brought back, even if there's a part of him that would rather take down the bubble piece by piece looking for the son of a bitch that hurt his friend. He'd been forced to leave that to Kratos, but with his friend in the state he is, the Chosen is quickly running out of ideas on ways to help. He's decided to try making Lloyd's favorite food, extra flavorful to counteract the slow loss of taste (He hopes to Martel that Dhaos can put together a rune crest soon) but of course they're lacking the ingredients. He left Lloyd in Zelda's capable hands and set off, planning on getting the little excursion over as soon as humanly possible so he can be there for Lloyd.

But you know what they say about the best laid plans...]

Yuan?!

[stickinthemud]

[Oh, of all the people... Yuan has to stifle a bit of a dismayed groan and resorts to clenching his fists for a few seconds instead. He has a strong suspicion that Zelos will not be entirely helpful.]

Chosen.

[chosen_gigolo]

[The redhead opens his mouth once, then closes it, expression shifting from surprise to something much closer to annoyance. He'd like nothing more than to just walk away and pretend he'd never seen the Renegade but there's something he has to know first.]

What's the last thing you remember before showing up here?

[radiantwingedone]

[ Yuan, Duke finds everyone with mana that is strange very interesting. The fact that you are another who feels like Colette, Kratos, Zelos, and Mithos only means he's more interested.

And watching in an absently unfocused way that really is him watching how Yuan reacts to his mana moving about. ]

[stickinthemud]

[Yuan was just about to retreat into a more sheltered area when he senses it. A familiar sensation that, at the same time, feels so out of place here. His eyes narrow as he glances around, trying to find its origin.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke's not exactly hard to miss. It may have to do with all that white hair and red cloth. The mana he swirls about takes a rough whirlpool shape, and Duke stands neatly at the center of where the drain should have been.

And Duke is fairly sure that this one shared a world with those who were 'angels', if he didn't know them by name and face. ]

[champ_coordinator]

Wallace noticed the blue-haired man up ahead in the Plaza. Another new arrival perhaps? He felt a little used to Vatheon now, as he'd been here a few weeks now. He approached the stranger slowly.

"Greetings."

[stickinthemud]

[There's a moment of silence before Yuan turns to face the man, trying to keep his face as impassive as possible. The last thing he needs is to appear weak in front of complete strangers.]

Good afternoon.

[champ_coordinator]

"Hello there. May I ask if you have just arrived here? Perhaps I can be of some assistance to you." He saw how shy the man was. Wallace smiled slowly.

[fistfullofmagic]

[Dhaos had not wanted to go out today. Not with Lloyd in his current condition. As much as he'd wanted to stay by the boy's side though, he was the only one with the knowledge needed to create a Rune Crest, and that required supplies. Thus, a trip to the shops had been necessary.

It is on his way back that he notices that a certain mana signature feels distinctly... Aselian? And one he has not encountered before either? He stops for a moment, attempting to pinpoint the source.]

[stickinthemud]

[It takes Yuan a few moments to notice something's off. Dhaos isn't exactly flaunting his mana around like Duke was, so sensing the signature is a little trickier. When he finally does, he turns to glance around curiously. It isn't any signature he recognizes, and yet it seems familiar somehow.]

[fistfullofmagic]

[Finding the source to be a blue-haired man with a cape - a new arrival by the look of him - Dhaos finds himself curious. Deciding to err on the side of caution, he allows his mana to condense about him enough that he would glow a bit in a dark room. He intends it as sort of an invitation to come investigate. Hopefully his luck would hold and this man would not take this as a sign he should attempt to murder him.]

[shirleyhopeful]

[Meanwhile Shirley was walking around the Plaza until she sees someone who she hadn't seen before. Was he new here? Hm...]

Um...are you lost?

[stickinthemud]

[Yuan turned to gaze down at her, frowning mildly.]

Lost isn't the word I'd use. I suppose I'm... new.

[shirleyhopeful]

[Yup, she was right]

Oh? Then I suppose I should welcome you to Vatheon! Is there anything you want me to tell you about this place?

[martelapproves]

[ Mithos thought he had fallen asleep again, and had begun dreaming when he felt the sickeningly familiar presence. It didn't take long to realize he was fully awake. Quickly teleporting to the coral, Kratos could probably already feel Mithos' mana flare up, a surefire sign to the angel by now that Mithos was dangerously angry.

And sure enough, there he was. That traitor. The man stabbed not just him, but his sister, someone he claimed to want to marry, in the back. The last thing he saw before arriving in this world. Someone he would have gladly killed if he knew Martel would never forgive him for doing so, which was why Mithos didn't attack him. At least, not yet. It would feel damn good here, since he knew Yuan would just come back to life. ]

You.

[ He spat, as if the one-syllable word tasted foul to him. ]

[stickinthemud]

[Yuan could sense Mithos even before he'd fully arrived in the plaza. He could tell his old friend was furious. He still remembered vividly what occured just before he awoke here in Vatheon, and his first thought was to draw his weapon. To defend himself before Mithos could knock him out again.

Yet Kratos had advised a facade. The one he'd been keeping up for a millennium now. He didn't think it would work, but things would become so much easier if it did. He washed his face clear of any emotion, then tried to add just a small hint of relief. He was supposed to glad Mithos was here. An old friend to be by his side, for he would be lost without guidance. He wasn't allowed to be anything but that.

He turned, sinking to one knee and moving his right arm across his chest. Still, he was ready to move at a second's notice, should Mithos choose to attack.]

Lord Yggdrasill. I hadn't expected you to be here as well.

[martelapproves]

Don't give me that.

[ 'Lord Yggdrasill?' Please. The Renegades were at it for a long, long time, and until he realized how well-organized they were, and much later why they knew things they couldn't possibly know without an inside man. He had never felt so betrayed in all of his life. At least he expected humans to do something as terrible as they did to Martel, but Yuan? Someone who claimed to love her? ]

The only reason you're still breathing is because Martel would never forgive me for killing you. And here, it wouldn't do any good, anyway.