PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS - YIN YU

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WEEK ZERO - THURSDAY

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[He's seen the figure a few times now, a mask over their face and quiet as the grave, seemingly doing their best to avoid people even in a crowded place such as the mess hall. Whether that's for a reason or just because the poor figure is just unbearably shy, Guy can't quite pin. But he'll spot them once again, off in a corner, completely on their own.

Might as well see if they get spooked easy.

Guy's smile is easy as he slides his tray onto the table a seat or two from where Yin Yu sits, his voice quiet.]

Hey... Couldn't help but notice this isn't the first time you've been stuck by yourself in here.

Do you mind if I keep you company for a little bit?

[shixiong]

[ even after the island, it's taken some getting used to being noticed. yin yu's used to being able to fade in and out of most situations, and the mess hall hasn't been much different. he takes his meals quietly, often on his own, observing the others, and leaves just as quietly, so when someone approaches him, it's a bit odd.

he's about to push his mask up off of his face to take a bite to eat of some of the (frankly strange) food, but pauses, when he's addressed. Ah... ] ....That's fine.

[ it gives him a moment to look this person over, size him up... ]

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As long as you're sure.

Even with everything the Directors are saying, I think being completely alone right now is a pretty risky bet until we get some more information.

[He'll give a half smile as he drops into his seat.]

I'm Guy. Do you have something you'd prefer to be called?

[shixiong]

[ maybe. he's not entirely isolated; there's a few people he knows well enough, and others that he's kept close with, but. it's just a force of habit, at this point, to be solitary. he's been observing more than anything; though alone, he's not so shy as to run from a conversation. (admittedly, he's not taking his mask off, and also seems a little reticent to give his name, at first, but it just be like that sometimes.)

those profiles made it common enough knowledge... besides, he doesn't think anyone here has any sort of connection with any officials that could cause problems (namely, one martial god of the west) so. ] Yin Yu. Well met, Master Guy.

[ he gives a polite bow of his head. ]

WEEK ONE - FRIDAY

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[Well!

Someone is camped out in the mess hall today after publically punching the director's office door. He's keeping to himself, a cup of something hot in his hands and numerous bruises on his face and arms.

The cloud over his expression cracks when he spots Yin Yu, a flicker of something complicated breaking through as he waves the other man over.]

Hey. Would you sit with me?

I made up some tea in the back. I'll go fetch you some if you'd like.

[shixiong]

[ poor guy. though yin yu had not had many conversations with the person who had passed, he was not blind. master yu must have come from the same place as guy, and the empathetic part of him feels for his friend (?). he looks like a wreck, too, with all of those bruises.

they both look a little like a wreck, actually. yin yu's been mostly sticking to the shadows today, trying to avoid other people, so when guy spots him, it's a bit surprising, but... he nods when he sees him, ducking his head briefly to greet him with a bow. ] ...that would be very kind of you.

[ he waits for guy to head back to get tea before he actually walks over to where they were sitting, mostly because this damned effect has him walking backwards. moonwalking, actually. he hates it, don't worry. but! when guy returns, yin yu will be settled at the seat across from him, his mask still at the side of his face, but there to keep him company. ]

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[He's back soon enough, the pot and an additional glass laid out on a tray. It's all extremely proper in how he goes about putting it together, the motions smooth and effortless from repetition alone. He talks as he works, voice tired but even.]

Chamomile. Pere used to tell me it was good for the nerves.

w2 saturday 8((((

[shixiong]

[ as requested!!

a bit later in the evening, guy's going to receive a visitor to the isolation cabin. he only announces his presence with three quiet knocks, but none the less, here is yin yu, mask firmly on his face, as still as a sentry as he waits. ]

i'm sad already

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[He's up on the top bunk, shoulders to the bars. There's a mild turn of his head at the knocking, but he doesn't bother to look at first, waiting for the other party to speak, listening for the sound of weight hitting the couch or the chairs or the bars.

When none of those happen, curiosity gets the better of him. And when he sees who it is... well. Guess he shouldn't be entirely surprised.]

...I was wondering if you were going to make it.

It's good to see you, Yin Yu.

ME TOO

[shixiong]

[ finding the right time to come see guy had taken a while. yin yu had taken to his normal habit of being nearly invisible, avoiding people just by existing as he made his way through the camp, reeling through the facts of the trial and the things they couldn't figure out, trying to find something to occupy himself until there was a free moment. turning himself off took more time than it should have, but, the break helped him return his composure to its normal place, and as guy comes to see him, he gives another little bow in greeting.

his voice is soft as usual, as he straightens. ] ...it's good to see you, too.

WEEK FOUR - SUNDAY

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[He'll lead them a ways away, up to an area among the various boxes and furniture that he knows will earn them some privacy without letting their voices travel.

Only then will he steel himself with an exhale, slowing to a stop and giving Yin Yu a far gentler, genuine smile.]

It's good to see you again.

We don't have to talk right now, if you don't want to.

I just wanted you to know that she's safe.

[shixiong]

[ a little privacy is good. yin yu is not an open enough person for anything like this, and when guy brings this up, he'll see him tense, visibly, looking away.

...it fades, after a moment, and his shoulders slump. ]

Who? [ quietly. ] Lady Lili, or ...

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[He keeps his voice quiet, composure still to match up for just how brittle the other man looks.]

Yeah. Lili's fine, too. She figured out what you'd done as soon as the trial started.

But that's not who I meant. I was talking about Flayn.

[Spoken simply. He's not trying to make anything of it, just a fact that could be observed from space from what he'd seen of their interactions, of how Flayn had been speaking since Yin Yu's death... of how the other servant reacts, even now.]

It's obvious the two of you have a fondness for each other. But I won't speak of it outside this space, between you and I.

I just wanted to make sure you knew what happened before one of the others could find you.

WEEK FIVE - TUESDAY

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[It's late in the evening when Guy can finally be found on his own, his little mancave rearranged to have a pretty substantial pile of towels nearby, clean ones neatly piled up near the draped-off portion of cushions and comforters and a cot base that makes up where he normally sleeps. A trash can, meanwhile, is where he looks to be throwing all the severely bloodied items, towels and clothes alike.

Right now, he's got a clean towel pressed to his battered face as he rummages over his notepad, a toy set in front of him as well as... the camp rules? Weird. He's pretty engrossed in what he's doing, so he definitely isn't noticing anyone approaching right now.]

[shixiong]

[ yin yu has not forgotten that guy needed medical attention. he's not sure how he managed to slip him so easily, either, but.. he needs to thank him for allowing him to use that item of his anyway, so this is a trip with two purposes.

he tracks him down easily, looking from the trash can to guy sitting working as he approaches in silence as usual, and then pipes up. ] ...Guy, you may yet be a worse patient than Ogata.

[ his voice is quiet, not judging... too much, but there is yin yu. mask on his face, first aid kit in hand. ] Are you at a moment where you can take a break?

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[He starts slightly, the towel still pressed to his face. But there's still a sheepish sort of delight in his eyes, even if the rest of his face is blocked and his voice muddled by the fabric.]

Oh, there you are. I was wondering where you wandered off to. [He'll cough roughly as he sets his notes to the side, gesturing for Yin Yu to come over. There's plenty of room on the floor, it's fine.]

Yeah, I can stop. I told you before that mine weren't all that bad, right? Don't worry too much.

week 5, post deda

[shixiong]

[ once his letters are gathered and he and guy start to walk, yin yu pulls his postcards back out, and rifles through them so the one with dimitri's name is on top. ]

...This is almost unbelievable.

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[Once they're a good distance away from the mail area, Guy lets his pace slow, empty hands in his pockets as he stifles a pained cough.]

It doesn't get any easier, that's for sure. Wish it did.

...

Did His Highness write to you?

[shixiong]

Mn.

[ he turns the postcard towards guy to see. Your visit gave her the sort of strength she needs Give my regards to the others Please be well and keep fighting, dear friends Dimitri. ] ]

...It's going to be bad.

WEEK FIVE - SATURDAY POST TRIAL

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[What a disaster.

Between Yin Yu, Ogata, and Tsurumaru, the evening's been extremely chaotic. Maybe it's best for them to take their moment for some silence. It gives Guy a chance to rummage around, looking for a certain someone. In the process... well, he finds something interesting in the mail room.

He knows exactly who he needs to tell. Except this place is enormous and he's never wanted to bother a private man in regards to where he preferred to keep himself. So he leaves it up to quick thinking and an observant eye.

If he were a several hundred year old emotionally troubled servant with a guilt complex and a lover who'd just murdered, then where would he hide? Somewhere hard to reach, out of sight. A tall man like him wouldn't have many options on the ground. So he's scanning the tops of the shelves, looking for any sign of a person, all while keeping as quiet as he can despite his desperate pace.

Where the hell did you go, Yin Yu?]

[shixiong]

[ guy's instinct is exactly right, because that's where yin yu has chosen to place himself. the place he's been sleeping is tucked into the shelves, marked only as his own by a blanket and a pillow placed there a few days ago. he's sitting against some of the boxes he's moved, mask still on his face, silent and as still as a state.

he spots guy before he spots him, probably. the way he's looking around, his pace. he's probably looking for yin yu. there's a moment where he considers rising and leaving, disappearing off into the boxes not to be seen again, but. ]

...here. [ he says, enough to be heard. there he is. ]

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[A start, as he back pedals at the sound, his tense pace unravelling with relief when he spots where the voice just came from. There he is.]

Don't move. I'll come to you.

[What a time for him not to have a capacity core to make that distance an easy jump. But he can shove product aside elsewhere on the shelving, a limber attempt at pulling himself up the metal to the shelf right below where Yin Yu sits. How he's pinned himself makes it hard to go precisely up to his level, but...

Shoving the product aside as best he can to make for a sizeable gap for a Tall Man, he'll shove himself onto his back and tap his knuckles against the metal underneath where Yin Yu sits.]

Can you hear me alright from here? [His voice stays quiet, not wanting to let it travel. Exposing Yin Yu's privacy wasn't something he would want to do on purpose.]

WEEK SIX - MONDAY

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[Guy doesn't up and vanish often, but he sure has today! Yin Yu won't find traces of him anywhere in the store, but the portal is wide open to the castle grounds.

Going inside will find that one of the suits of armor in the main foyer has been bodily thrown to the ground, metal strewn about the polished stone floors, one of the helmets dented in. Neato. Exploring the castle will find hints of the same, furniture shoved aside with little purpose, areas of rugs that have bunched under a pace that landed too frisk and stiff.

It's on the fourth floor that a door has been left just barely ajar, the lounge empty at first glance, but oddly missing some items from the bar. There's the sound of glass against glass, subtle, from behind the bar itself.]

[shixiong]

[ ah. well. it sure looks like a crime scene in here. yin yu knows it isn't one, as he steps through the portal later in the evening. now that he's had a little time to vent his own feelings, he's back to emotional shutdown mode, and it is in that that he goes to seek out his friend.

it takes a while for him to find guy, but his observation skills rarely fail him, so. yin yu makes his way the stairs and finds the lounge room, entering almost soundlessly as he pulls the stupid unwieldy wings back behind him. normally, he's near presenceless, but, lately, he seems to be a bit more noticeable...not that he's trying to hide anyway.

he knocks his knuckles against the side of the bar, twice. ] ...Guy.

[ and then looks over. ]

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[There he is!

He's seated on the ground, arms against his knees and a tumblr in his hand. Those dusty blond ears are still lying back against his hair as he stares into his cup, a simmering anger more visible coupled with a dark exhaustion that he cares less to hide now that alcohol has stirred his mind.

Blue eyes will flick up, just to acknowledge the voice, to see Yin Yu's unwavering expression. Then they flick right back to his glass.]

Figured you'd find me eventually.

[It's a dry response. But the bitterness is palatable.]