Fifty-eighth rebirth [accidental video]

[death_begins]

[Yuca isn't really enjoying the carnival.

He's sitting in the grass behind one of the stalls- you can't really get a good look at his face, not with the way the camera is angled, but he seems to be quiet, deep in thought. He doesn't move for a long few minutes, and when he finally does, it's to wrap an arm around his leg and pull it closer to him with a little sigh, tilting his head and laying his cheek gently on his knee.

It brings his face into view. His eyes are blank, expressionless- they go back for an eternity, so utterly deep, and so lost to the world around him.

He got his memories back four days ago. He's still trying to filter through it all.

It takes Yuca another long, long minute before he finally takes note of the PCD recording him. Sluggishly, tiredly, he leans forward, his hand covering the camera as he blindly fumbles for the buttons.

The video ends a few quick seconds later.]


[[ooc: I am soooo sorry for my lack of presence in Ads lately. LONG STORY SHORT, car accident, family problems, school problems- YOU NAME IT, OTL. But I'm trying to get back into it, so... yay?

Also, feel free to respond to this post in an offline! Yuca is just kind of sitting there blankly staring at nothing. HE NEEDS FUN IN HIS LIFE.]]

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[Video]

[soulcontracts.livejournal.com]

Herr Collabell.

[A pause.]

You don't seem the carnival-going type.

[Video]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

...I suppose I'm not.

[Hollow, quiet.]

[Video]

[soulcontracts.livejournal.com]

You seem unwell.

[A statement of fact, not necessarily concern.]

[Video]

[aangin-loose.livejournal.com]

Are you okay? [Just ignore the raspy sound to his voice and the bruising around his neck.]

[Video]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

I'm alive.

[BETTER THAN SOME OF US.

More accurately, worse than some of us.]

[Video]

[aangin-loose.livejournal.com]

That's... not always the same thing.

[Offline]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst brings him cotton candy, which has enough texture to be fun to eat even without taste buds.]

We should do something woefully ill advised.

[Offline]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Oh?

[He looks up, belatedly, struggling to recognize the vampire.]

....oh. Hello. [That is the faintest little smile ever.]

[Offline]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He sits beside him, as artfully lazy in his movements as ever, and pulls off a fluffy bit of cotton candy and offers it to Yuca. Don't you dare say no--in fact don't say anything, just put it on your tongue, he seems to say.]

Look what I found. A bush that sprouts candy floss.

[Offline] keywords strikingly inappropriate rofl

[exarmatio]

[Truth be told, Negi noticed Yuca sitting there long before the feed went over the network. He didn't even see it. But he knows that, with the event ending, Yuca's lost that happiness that he had. And Negi knows that Yuca is probably not in a particularly happy state of mind.

So, after several minutes, Negi is bringing mama Yuca a cup of soda, with a straw. Some sort of clear, citrus-flavored type. He hands it towards him, without a word.]

[Offline] FFFF NICE

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[He looks up and blinks in confusion for a moment before taking the soda, tilting his head curiously.]

...what is this?

[Offline] SUCH A DIRTY MOUTH NEGI

[exarmatio]

Soda.

[Negi gives him a smile, and takes a seat next to him, pulling his knees up to his chest, watching.]

[Offline]

[al_truism]

[One of the times Yuca blinks, he'll find Al sitting next to him, just silently looking up and watching the stars, as if he's been there for some time. Silent and companionable.]

[Offline]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[He's going to watch Alphonse for a moment then, blankly, before forgetting about his presence. It takes him another moment before he reaches out and touches his shirt, almost like he expects his fingers to go right through it.]

[Offline]

[al_truism]

[Al waits for a moment, before setting his hand over Yuca's. He's soft, and warm.]

Do you know where you are?

/laaaaate D:

[verlorenscasket.livejournal.com]

[He had been walking by, not really doing much, just wandering when he thought he saw someone familiar near by. Or rather felt someone familiar near by. He followed the vibe only to see Yuca and he was quickly reminded of how he was not too long ago. He approached slowly but made sure that Yuca could hear him coming.]

Yuca? You don't look so hot.

never late! <3

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[He didn't hear him coming, not really. Yuca is unattached to the world right now, quiet and unassuming. He doesn't really even notice Frau after he was addressed, and instead keeps watching some point far off into the distance.

It's almost a full ten seconds before he realizes that he'd been spoken to, and his head lifts up to watch the other man, mildly confused.]

I'm sorry- I've forgotten your name.

[Offline]

[feel-nevermore.livejournal.com]

[Raven comes across the spot where Yuca's sitting by chance. Well not fully by chance because she was somehow drawn to him by the feeling of distress and confusion radiating from him. Yet, with so many people around, it's been harder for her to track it down let alone recognize Yuca before she actually sees him.]

Hey, Yuca.

[Offline]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[He looks up at her, red eyes glossed over with detachment- but his gaze flickers, as if trying to focus on her, trying to decide whether or not this was happening now, if he should react.]

...hello.

[Another long pause, and he tips his head back a little, biting his lip.]

I'm glad you came.

[offline] and sooo late

[grandtheftbody.livejournal.com]

[Seeing Yuca just sitting there, Mukuro's curiosity is piqued. He makes his way to where Yuca is, not sitting, at least not yet.]

The carnival doesn't amuse you?

[offline] not late!

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Should it?

[He rattles out in a breath, still not quite coherent.]

[Offline]

[bunny_flower]

[Unohana had been walking the carnival in her pretty floral kimono, and was rather enjoying herself.

Having her powers back, though, meant having the ability to feel people's presences again, which is how she noticed Yuca and not thanks to the PCD.]

Yuca-san?

[Offline]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Miss Unohana.

[He doesn't quite smile, but at least he recognizes her- it's a start.]

Shrouded in flowers and silk. How apt.

[Offline]

[ff_red_turk]

[Well, Yuca is quiet, and Vincent likes quiet. He also doesn't care if someone spouts half-nonsense at him, as he ahs endless patience for listening to people who are completely screwed-up memory-wise(Cloud Strife, anyone? Less bagage, same deal.)

So he'll simply stop next to Yuca and look up at the sky with its myriad of stars.]

[Offline]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[Yuca doesn't mind the company- it's actually a little soothing in a way, to be with someone in silence. There's nothing awkward about this, really. Yuca is lost in his memories, Vincent is probably off thinking something or another. It's comfortable, really.

After quite some time, he finally speaks.]

Each star is a sun in its own galaxy. We are never truly able to grasp how expansive the universe is.