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death_begins) wrote2010-10-02 07:24 pm
death_begins) wrote2010-10-02 07:24 pm
Thirty-third rebirth [Video | filtered from Dora Folk]
Well...
[Yuca gives a cheery smile.]
To anyone who I gave my coordinates to, or who knew where I lived- I wouldn't go around there any more. I don't know if Folk is still waiting for me to come home, and I don't want to attack any of you.
[He's so concerned, guys. Really.]
I've relocated- and I think I'm going to try and keep this place secret for awhile.
[Yuca pauses, before the smile slowly falters, and he glances off into the distance.]
It... it's too late in the season for planting, now. But that's okay. [Yuca sits down, sighing quietly. He's getting that faraway look in his eye] ...I was never much of a flower person anyway.
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The place where you met me during the dorm event last year... I left something there that's long overdue. They're intended for your mother, but if you'd rather not give them to her, that's fine.
[In that location, wrapped up in a brown paper bag, are the only flowers that survived Dora Folk's attack. A few petals are missing from one or two, the stems are a bit crooked, but they're the best he has, now. An apology, nothing more. Yuca would have delivered it himself, but he didn't know her location and highly doubted that anyone would give it to him, after singlehandedly causing that poor woman's death.]
[[ooc: SOOOO after Yuca's flower garden was destroyed, he decided to move on. HE'S A ROLLAN STONE NOW, looking for a place to stay. If you want to randomly meet him on the streets, feel free to reply to this with an offline.]
[Yuca gives a cheery smile.]
To anyone who I gave my coordinates to, or who knew where I lived- I wouldn't go around there any more. I don't know if Folk is still waiting for me to come home, and I don't want to attack any of you.
[He's so concerned, guys. Really.]
I've relocated- and I think I'm going to try and keep this place secret for awhile.
[Yuca pauses, before the smile slowly falters, and he glances off into the distance.]
It... it's too late in the season for planting, now. But that's okay. [Yuca sits down, sighing quietly. He's getting that faraway look in his eye] ...I was never much of a flower person anyway.
[Private to Alphonse | Unhackable | Text]
The place where you met me during the dorm event last year... I left something there that's long overdue. They're intended for your mother, but if you'd rather not give them to her, that's fine.
[In that location, wrapped up in a brown paper bag, are the only flowers that survived Dora Folk's attack. A few petals are missing from one or two, the stems are a bit crooked, but they're the best he has, now. An apology, nothing more. Yuca would have delivered it himself, but he didn't know her location and highly doubted that anyone would give it to him, after singlehandedly causing that poor woman's death.]
[[ooc: SOOOO after Yuca's flower garden was destroyed, he decided to move on. HE'S A ROLLAN STONE NOW, looking for a place to stay. If you want to randomly meet him on the streets, feel free to reply to this with an offline.]
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You heard me.
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Why do you want me there?
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I can survive on the streets for a few days.
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[He stretches.]
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I'm probably not going to stay.
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