[ rng says they get the closet. which is great, yuri wants more outfits he has his home one, and a dancer outfit and he's not parading around in that thank you very much. i have a pinterest for this, i'm so ready.
so when claude enters he'll find yuri already with a selection of outfits put to one side, and seems to have donned something new already. he just waves a hand when he sees claude. ]
Tired of the few outfits we have? Or are you looking for something a bit more daring?
[ decides for us where they're gonna be rng saaaays... library. they're in the library.
claude can find yuri tucked away in the back of the library with a number of books on constellations around him, and a cup of something steaming away on a table nearby. he's well and truly lost in whatever he's reading. ]
[ Hey Yuri! Claude is going to mosey on up behind him... Or at least, this week's mist Claude. He's solid and his clothes are visible, but his body seems to be made of a cloudy fog—difficult to make out.
yuri is by the oasis! he’s sat in the shade of the giant snake skull’s shadow, with his feet dipped in the water. there are no feathers in his hair today! wow! instead he just has a pair of kitty ears because i’m predictable as heck that are flicking in the breeze.
it’s hot, but he looks somewhere between content and sleepy. ]
[ well. yuri is here. he doesn't come straight to the table, he takes a moment to circle the courtyard stopping every now and again to pick up a flower, before finally seating himself opposite claude.
he selects a couple of the flowers, and starts twining them together with ease and purpose. ]
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I feel like someone reached into my head and squeezed my entire brain.
[ i just think it'd be funny if they were in the opium den, honestly. yuri is rooting through the drawers and he pulls out a block of ... well. opium. and gives it a flat look. ]
Well, this is something I wasn't in a rush to see again.
The first thing that comes into focus is the smell of smoke, and the bright red banners that hang in the wind, emblazoned with a gold two-headed eagle.
Derdriu isn't your city, but it still aches to see it under siege. Even with the citizens evacuated, with each contingency plan that you've put into place, it aches; its streets bloodied and burnt with magic, men and women dead, blissfully unaware that they'd lost their lives in vain.
Behind your old teacher, and the woman in red and gold armour, the bodies of the only people to ever believe in you grow cold. Your mind is racing—always thinking, always planning—how do you recover them? How do you do this entire thing again, better, smarter, so that they're standing by your side instead?
You told Hilda to flee, if she thought the situation was lost. You value life more than any ideal and any victory. Maybe that's why you're here, defeated. Perhaps you should've been more ruthless.
"If you're as smart as you seem," you start, smiling even as a chill spreads through your chest. You're going to lie, because Almyra won't welcome you back. If you're being honest, part of you doesn't even want to carry this weight back to your birth place. You're not as clever as you think, not as smart, not as worthy as you've always wanted to believe. Part of you truly believes that dying here would be the only right choice you'll ever make.
But it's too ingrained in you. Survive, find a way, think smarter, and win. Don't give the trials of your childhood validation.
Your wyvern growls, tense and unhappy. She's smart enough to know the severity of the situation she's in.
"I bet you've figured out why I was able to summon Almyran reinforcements. Wouldn't it be better to let me go and have me in your debt?"
But Byleth has always been impeccable at routing her enemies, hidden or otherwise.
The only answer you get is the Sword of the Creator burning as it runs through your chest, precise and deadly, even with the distance afforded to you by sitting atop your wyvern. It's jagged and destructive like this, and you can feel how it tears through flesh and bone, your blood staining the fabric of your uniform, but hardly enough to dampen the Sword's glow. You think the pain ought to make you cry, but it doesn't.
"I see…" It's paralyzing, both the pain and the realization no matter how hard you think or how hard you try to weasel away, this is it. You failed. "Right until the very end, I've read this whole thing terribly wrong..."
He just keeps his eyes closed at the end of it. His favourite memory, really. ]
[ they could go on a tour but they'd have to hop back and forth from the hotel every time and that sounds exhausting. so. claude can find yuri by the rotating doors, looking like he's about to go through. ]
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week 0, saturday, pool
Hey. Any luck with that bell?
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No. And it stopped feeling like a fun, petty display of annoyance a while back, sadly.
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week 0, monday
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This is a lot of mysterious rooms we’ve suddenly found ourselves with.
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There are. They all seem to be pretty terrible.
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How about you?
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THIS IS FOR WEEK 0 SATURDAY
the way this popped up in my inbox like AHHHHH
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w1, monday
so when claude enters he'll find yuri already with a selection of outfits put to one side, and seems to have donned something new already. he just waves a hand when he sees claude. ]
Tired of the few outfits we have? Or are you looking for something a bit more daring?
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It is kind of boring being restricted to only two outfits.
Are you feeling cold, Yuri?
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w1, thursday
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week 1, saturday, courtyard
So, that was terrible.
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That was one of the most miserable things I've seen.
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w2, monday
claude can find yuri tucked away in the back of the library with a number of books on constellations around him, and a cup of something steaming away on a table nearby. he's well and truly lost in whatever he's reading. ]
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What're you reading?
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w2, wednesday AM
yuri is by the oasis! he’s sat in the shade of the giant snake skull’s shadow, with his feet dipped in the water. there are no feathers in his hair today! wow! instead he just has a pair of kitty ears because i’m predictable as heck that are flicking in the breeze.
it’s hot, but he looks somewhere between content and sleepy. ]
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Enjoying the heat?
[ today... Claude is shiny! There are little stars dancing on his skin like glitter, but it's hard to make out in the light. ]
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week 2, saturday, post-trial
Looking pretty irritated. ]
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he selects a couple of the flowers, and starts twining them together with ease and purpose. ]
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I feel like someone reached into my head and squeezed my entire brain.
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w3, monday
Well, this is something I wasn't in a rush to see again.
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But, we don't do foreplay during memshare week, so Claude doesn't get a chance to reply before the scene around them changes.
The first thing that comes into focus is the smell of smoke, and the bright red banners that hang in the wind, emblazoned with a gold two-headed eagle.
Derdriu isn't your city, but it still aches to see it under siege. Even with the citizens evacuated, with each contingency plan that you've put into place, it aches; its streets bloodied and burnt with magic, men and women dead, blissfully unaware that they'd lost their lives in vain.
Behind your old teacher, and the woman in red and gold armour, the bodies of the only people to ever believe in you grow cold. Your mind is racing—always thinking, always planning—how do you recover them? How do you do this entire thing again, better, smarter, so that they're standing by your side instead?
You told Hilda to flee, if she thought the situation was lost. You value life more than any ideal and any victory. Maybe that's why you're here, defeated. Perhaps you should've been more ruthless.
"If you're as smart as you seem," you start, smiling even as a chill spreads through your chest. You're going to lie, because Almyra won't welcome you back. If you're being honest, part of you doesn't even want to carry this weight back to your birth place. You're not as clever as you think, not as smart, not as worthy as you've always wanted to believe. Part of you truly believes that dying here would be the only right choice you'll ever make.
But it's too ingrained in you. Survive, find a way, think smarter, and win. Don't give the trials of your childhood validation.
Your wyvern growls, tense and unhappy. She's smart enough to know the severity of the situation she's in.
"I bet you've figured out why I was able to summon Almyran reinforcements. Wouldn't it be better to let me go and have me in your debt?"
But Byleth has always been impeccable at routing her enemies, hidden or otherwise.
The only answer you get is the Sword of the Creator burning as it runs through your chest, precise and deadly, even with the distance afforded to you by sitting atop your wyvern. It's jagged and destructive like this, and you can feel how it tears through flesh and bone, your blood staining the fabric of your uniform, but hardly enough to dampen the Sword's glow. You think the pain ought to make you cry, but it doesn't.
"I see…" It's paralyzing, both the pain and the realization no matter how hard you think or how hard you try to weasel away, this is it. You failed. "Right until the very end, I've read this whole thing terribly wrong..."
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w3, thursday
You look like you had a great time. Love your new friend, by the way.
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She's quite cute, isn't she? I might plan a wedding for her and Hope's figure of me.
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w3, friday
annoyed after finding out you really, truly have the bathroom to yourself now, and you feel like taking it out on targets. so, dojo it is. ]
Ah.
[ hello depressed man. ]
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Yuri.
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week 3, saturday, courtyard
looking like he's in pain ]
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but he does stand over him with a slightly exasperated expression. ]
Are you actually bleeding after that check?
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w4, monday
Planning on exploring?
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Yeah, might as well see what adventure awaits, right?
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week 4, thursday
Where is he. ]
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simply because that's ooc, he's going to be outside in the hallway. ]
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w4, saturday
mad as fuck
yuri's mad.
mad as fuck. ]
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That's a dangerous expression.
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w5, monday
he's also leaning against the wall in the realm with a slightly pinched expression under all that contentedly calm, but it's probably fine. ]
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You alright there?
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week 7, tuesday
anyway, claude is here! ]
Are you going to run through me again?
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I'm not going to pretend I'm not tempted.
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week 7, wednesday
anyway where is he. ]
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Hey.
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