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Thirtieth Rebirth [video]

[The camera flickers on and finds Yuca, once again, sitting peacefully in his garden, an arm wrapped around his knees. He's got cuts and bruises here and there from his fight with Merlin, but for the most part, he still looks pretty okay. The flowers are just starting to bloom, and his fingers barely brush against one, as if he isn't sure of the texture.]

I wonder if this is what he meant.

[A quiet sigh, as Yuca pulls back.]

It's useless though, isn't it? They're all going to die, come winter, and all I'll have left of them are recordings and the memories that they once were green.

[He seems a little conflicted there, resting his chin on his open palm and pursing his lips, thoughtfully. He still hasn't looked at the camera yet, and for a moment, it seems almost as if the video was accidental.]

Maybe I can replant them in pots and carry them all inside for Winter...

[Something that seems like a daunting task- Yuca has probably planted well over a hundred of them in the small clearing, and it's obvious that when they bloom in full, the flowers will form a white blanket against the cold ground.]

I'm sorry to those that happened across me during the last event. It was something that I wanted to avoid, but... hopefully, you've all managed to recover now.

[A thoughtful pause.]

If I build a greenhouse around them, I can keep them safe before it gets too cold. It seems like so much effort though, when they're just going to die eventually anyway. I don't understand why people put themselves through this. [He sighs- he still hasn't even so much as glanced over to the camera.]

Well. It's a learning experience. Rain might cry if I let them all die, anyway. Does anyone know if they'll have a few extra flowerpots when it gets to late fall? I'm going to try and get all of these inside in a month or so. Some special light bulbs might be appreciated too. You can never start too early with these things.

[God what the hell Yuca, who are you talking to. The sunset casts an orange glow on his face, and Yuca closes his eyes and reaches for the PCD, flicking it off with a casual movement.]

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[Takes it as a positive, even if it isn't a compliment. Even if just the awareness that immortality exists disturbs him now.]

It's not a matter of deserving, it's a matter of what happens. There's no 'deserving'. And if someone experienced the same as you, what would it matter?

[oops, that's right, Mayuri doesn't really know compassion. Or sympathy. Or anything like that.]

It's too difficult to explain. Have you recovered?

[He really, really wants Yuca to be able to die properly; it's not compassion, but as near a relative to it as he can manage]

Most of your existence is too difficult to explain. ...And for the most part, yes.

[....awww, Mayuri, you do care &hearts .]

It seems to be that way, yes. And- that's good. I was worried-

[ ♥ ♥ ]

Were you. I see you managed yourself - did many people find you?

[Oh my god, seeing that was so wrong under Mayuri's icon.]

More than I thought, unfortunately. Zuko, Alphonse... our old friend, Xerxes Break.

[Can't post anything nice with Mayuri. ♥ ]

Oh...? Was Break-kun there for some misguided attempt at 'revenge', or was it accidental?

[A-apparently not. I have nightmare fuel now of Mayuri really typing ' &hearts '. .___.]

...not really. He just wanted his sword back.

[Oh man. Very strange nightmares. ...♥ ]

Did you still have it? I'm surprised he thought it worth enough to return for.

[Agjdksla nooooo.]

It was part of his cane. I'm assuming it's difficult for him to get around.

He couldn't find a new one? Still, strange time for him to choose to seek it out - with that event, I don't know why anyone would think getting near you was a good idea.

He had his motives, I'm sure. At any rate, I gave it back. I don't need the thing anymore- though that does leave me short a weapon, if I need one...

At least you made it out of it intact, if short a weapon. ...What sort of weapon do you prefer? [Not going to ask about which one he has the most experience with, since it's probably all of them.]

I don't really have a preference. Guns are the easiest to deal with- though blades are usually more versatile, and anything is better than nothing.

Guns here would have a problem of ammunition, unless you had some way of manufacturing it. Blades are more reliable.

There should be a spare knife or sword around somewhere.

A sword would be lovely, if I could find one.

...Do you want help looking for one?

[Okay seriously Adstring, you are all crazy.]

...if you have the extra time.

[At least he's not volunteering to help build a greenhouse and have a group lunch with him. Not that Mayuri's ever had reason to be mad at Yuca anyway.]

I can spare some.

[Yuca is still having a very, very hard time believing all of this. :| Unless there's some new 'be nice to your local immortal' event going on, this weird phenomenon is totally unexplainable.]

I appreciate it. [He stumbles a little through the words, surprised.] Thank you.

[Mayuri's maybe a tiny bit put out that Yuca can release monsters on the city and the city offers to build him an awesome planthouse in return. But no matter how many people he kidnaps/experiments on, no one builds him anything. ♥ ]

It's nothing. I suppose I can find you in the same place as before?

[Yuca totally built him monster making machines... at one point. Besides, the only thing Mayuri wants built are the kinds of things that lead to people being hurt. Building an awesome planthouse for Yuca distracts him from hurting people. See? Logic. &hearts ]

You can.

[Yuca's the only one! And then the machines got dismantled. :( ....If people built him something cool and non-hurty, he'd be interested in it! For a little while. ♥ ]

I'll see you there.

[Well, he'd make more stuff for him if Mayuri asked. :| &hearts ]

I'll be here.

[He clicks off the PCD and stands up, dusting himself off.]

[...awww. That'd be nice of him. ♥ ]

[Going to see Yuca was partially to reassure himself that with the event over, all of... what Yuca was, wasn't going to be spilling everywhere as a regular thing. Despite how many times he'd been around him before with no ill effect (and he was even mostly used to the strangeness of his soul), there was a little trepidation there.

And the reason he offered to help Yuca find a weapon - well. The immortal had been considerate enough to not mock him (or even bring up in detail), for how he reacted, with the fear and the panic and everything else. Especially since he knew now that Yuca had been aware of it; he hadn't had the mind to consider that the empathy went both ways at the time. He wasn't precisely grateful for that, but. Still.

Finding the place that the immortal was at didn't take too long, for all that he only vaguely remembered the path from before. Not allowing himself to hesitate (it was strange how everything looked, now that he could see it), he walked up towards the rows of flowers, looking for him.]

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