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♥ ☽ stumblin', but yeah i'm still lookin' hella fine
Who: Yukari and everyone.
Where: She'll be reappearing on the beach, then making her way back down into the city via elevator and towards the Coral. So anywhere you'd like to run into her in between there!
When: Late evening/close to midnight
Style: I'll match! I'm up for either--action spam or prose.
Status: Open!
[The last thing Yukari ever expected, was needing to rely on someone else for healing. Or in Vatheon's case, something else--like the Coral. She'd always healed herself. People relied on her for healing. But it just can't be helped, in her condition: she's soaked, her clothes are torn, and there is a fair amount of blood indicating a very heavy and intense battle.
...And what a battle it was.
She doesn't want to think about it much, though; it hurts to think how badly she'd lost. It angers her, even; how incredibly unfair. How dare she, how dare she...?]
Damn--! [Her fist slams into the sand of the beach where she's ended up, and she stumbles to her feet.
Then she sighs, remembering.
Remembering Vatheon. Remembering how much weaker she is here. Diarahan wouldn't cut it in the long run; so she knows she should make her way to the Coral as fast as possible before anyone sees her.
A heal, a change of clothes, maybe--
Once again, she's forced to put everything behind her; because Aigis had won, and now she'd have to live with knowing that.]
How long...?
[--has she been gone?
This is the first that's ever happened to her. It's so disorienting, but she decides maybe that's not the most important thing right now. Annoyed and highly emotional as she is, she sighs again and walks towards the elevator, occasionally wincing.]
Nngh.
[...Time to find her own answers here, she supposes. She doesn't need a replacement leader to do that.]
Where: She'll be reappearing on the beach, then making her way back down into the city via elevator and towards the Coral. So anywhere you'd like to run into her in between there!
When: Late evening/close to midnight
Style: I'll match! I'm up for either--action spam or prose.
Status: Open!
[The last thing Yukari ever expected, was needing to rely on someone else for healing. Or in Vatheon's case, something else--like the Coral. She'd always healed herself. People relied on her for healing. But it just can't be helped, in her condition: she's soaked, her clothes are torn, and there is a fair amount of blood indicating a very heavy and intense battle.
...And what a battle it was.
She doesn't want to think about it much, though; it hurts to think how badly she'd lost. It angers her, even; how incredibly unfair. How dare she, how dare she...?]
Damn--! [Her fist slams into the sand of the beach where she's ended up, and she stumbles to her feet.
Then she sighs, remembering.
Remembering Vatheon. Remembering how much weaker she is here. Diarahan wouldn't cut it in the long run; so she knows she should make her way to the Coral as fast as possible before anyone sees her.
A heal, a change of clothes, maybe--
Once again, she's forced to put everything behind her; because Aigis had won, and now she'd have to live with knowing that.]
How long...?
[--has she been gone?
This is the first that's ever happened to her. It's so disorienting, but she decides maybe that's not the most important thing right now. Annoyed and highly emotional as she is, she sighs again and walks towards the elevator, occasionally wincing.]
Nngh.
[...Time to find her own answers here, she supposes. She doesn't need a replacement leader to do that.]
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[Fuuka's no idiot, so Yukari imagines she would've figured it out anyway--even if she hadn't been almost there. As unhppy as she sounds about the encounter, though, she doesn't turn her help away, either. She's just...
too tired.]
You don't have to. But, I guess...we can go together.
[It seems to be what she wants, anyway, and the Coral's already in their sights--so she won't fight it. Fuuka never wanted to be a part of any of it anyway, the fighting, the debate over what to do with the keys.
...She can't be mad at her. But she is frustrated and bitter.]
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But - but she can't just watch either!
She holds her friend's battered frame and matches their steps. It should help, even just a little.*
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Slowly, she reaches out to touch it, as if hesitating...but finally, she can feel how rough it is against her fingers, as well as the green healing light that consumes her.
And that is that. Her wounds close up, the physical strain gone.
Though mentally, not much has changed.]
There.
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I'm so glad ...
You're probably feeling pretty tired ... Should we head back?
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...
She looks at Fuuka at that question, nodding, though a bit hesitantly.]
...Yeah.
[She does. She wants to go home. But she also wants to know--since she's figured out by now that she's been gone a while--]
Hey. Um...is Minato still there?
[There's a pause, before she adds:]
Minato, and the others...
[She hopes they won't have to see her like this. All she wants is to slip quietly into her room and change. Preferably into pajamas...]