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[|Yuan|~.:Ka-Fai:.]

Live for divinity,

Die for supremacy

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R e n e g a d e s

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The searing hot sun crashes down upon the poor souls who find themselves in the Triet Desert. The sun mercilessly shines down on the back of the people of Triet, never giving rest until his time is over and the moon takes over. Even then, the moon is cruel as well. As she sends bouts of cold chills towards the people, the only comfortable time of the day is when the twilight takes over; as he takes sentry over the skies awaiting the moon or sun to change positions. His radiances is calming and comfortable, as the soft showers of yellow, pink, purple, blue, and green glow upon the people. This time was the best time to travel, that was something the blue hair figure had learned through his long past travel.

The man stops in his tracks, his ears twitching as her trains his ears to catch the sound of high winds scrap with the sand. Looking up at the sky, he takes a deep breath in through his nose as he takes in the scent of dry air.

A sand storm is coming, I better quicken my pace or I’ll get caught in it.

Not taking any longer than what was necessary, he steadily starts into a run towards the city limits. His long black cape billowing out behind him, as does his long cerulean hair flitting in the rushing air. As he runs, his foot steps give a thudded crunch of the sand sifting under his weight. One would wonder why a single man would be mad enough to travel in the desert alone, where there are possibilities of being attacked by rouges or some stray monster. If they knew this man, then would have not of worried one bit.

True the man has features that seem so feminine, his tall slender frame and small shoulders did not give the look of a fighter. Yet, under his skin are hard muscles with incredible stamina than any normal man. They would never have guessed that he is a leader of hundred of men, all under his command; and that he posses the strength to obliterate over 20 men with one attack-- perhaps even more. If only they knew.

Yuan keeps his green eyes strain on the up coming brown walls, Triet well in his sight; though his sight is quite amazing so in reality he’s a few 100 yards away. Not wavering what so ever under the brute sun, the temperature not affecting him the slight; his legs pump underneath him as he keeps a steady rhythm. Estimating that he would be able to reach Triet at his pace currently in a good few minutes, estimating around 5 minutes 23 seconds and 65 milliseconds; he keeps up his pace with a passive face.

Coming upon fast to Triet he gradually slows down to a walk, glad that he was able to make here in time before the storm would hit. Wasting no time in heading for the inn, to stay in until the storm has hit and pass. His eyes briefly catch a certain poster, with a certain brunette’s face on it. His lips curl into a smile, his eyes giving off a certain amusement at the sight of the poster. His soldiers have no artists what so ever, but strangely enough the poster appeals to him. Perhaps it was the fact, despite it being drawn very poorly; he can pick out the similarities of an old friend of his. What amused him even so much more is the fact that even though his old friend traveled with the group, the man never had the guts to admit to the boy that he was his father. Perhaps it would have been a disaster, but waiting longer would only lead to more complications.

He could only chuckle to himself at the thought. He seemed to always get amusement out of every simple detail, his old friend did say he’s sadistic. Perhaps he can pay the debt of telling Lloyd that himself; that Kratos is his father. He couldn’t help chuckle even more. Stopping a as his hands are a few inches away from the doorknob, he blinks a few times. Perhaps Kratos is right, maybe he is sadistic.

And the fool is a stoic bastard, we are who we are.

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Shaking his head with a single chuckle again, he turns the doorknob and enters. Giving a small smile to the inn keeper, he gives the amount of Gald in order for a night’s stay in the inn. With his back to the door, still near the counter table as he accepts the key; he silently muses to himself as to how Botta is doing without him.

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[Lloyd Irving]

REMOVED BY ORDER OF TOAST
Sorry. ^^ We have our reasons.

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[|Yuan|~.:Ka-Fai:.]

"You come [like] moths to the -flame-."

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Smiling thanks to the inn keeper, he took a hold of the keys already feeling the cooling air of night. He did not need to have a room, because he did not need to sleep. It was simple as that, but he were to just walk around the town for a few days night or day; the towns people would be wary about him. That was something her rather not have on him, this was suppose to be his time to escape from the Renegades, from Cruxis.

He had spent most of his month on the surface gathering his Renegades and getting them as situated from his long absence. Soon his time here on the surface would be done with and he will have to return back to Cruxis. To that lifeless city, to the boring work of paper. He would so much be better with just feeling the grease of his machines, or even the feeling of sand in his shoes. He is dreading the time when he must return, but for now he is going to enjoy himself.

Turning slightly, he nearly runs into a boy. Stepping back to see the boy, he raises an eye brow in amusement.

"Oh I'm so sorr--"
"YOU"

Yuan only snorts at the action the teen makes, stumbling backwards with a finger pointing at him. A smirk places itself on his lips, his eyes narrowing in pleasure. Right here is his opportunity, perhaps now her can have his chance to put one of his plans to action. To force Kratos to release Origin's seal. Yes, it would kill the man, but he has come up with a plan to save his old friends life. After all, Kratos had saved his life numerous times; it would only be natural that he would find a way to save Kratos' life.

"Well, if it isn't Lloyd Irving." He says, with a certain tone in his voice that gives off a sort of amusement.

"What bring you here, to this desert town of Triet.." he says trailing at the end as his eyes sweep around the room, empty of Lloyd's companions. "and alone to add."

Yuan merely stands there with his arms crossed over his chest, his armor scraping together from the action. A small smile splays on the sadistic man's face, as one hand reaches behind him and places on the regular issued Renegade sword. Reveling that he did happen to have a weapon on him, and is not afraid to use it if necessary.

"Oh and don't think you can run," he says, his eyes sparkling with anticipation."Because I think you now that I can reach the door before you could make a step."

Yes, Yuan is quite the sadistic man. <3

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Comments: That's okay, but you did post anyway ^^ Oh don't worry about post length, after all I have a pretty small one as well.

[Lloyd Irving]

REMOVED BY ORDER OF TOAST
Sorry. ^^ We have our reasons.

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Yuan calmly stands there, amusement written on his features. He takes his time to get a better look at Lloyd. From the grains of sand that are clinging to his matted hair, and the fact the he looks no doubt filthy from travel. He can conclude that Lloyd just got here; his ears twitch at the heavy breathing the boy is doing. Yuan couldn't help but widen his smile, today is becoming a great one. At the beginning it was simply horrible, he kept tripping in the sand and rolling down the steep sand dunes and ended up with sand in the wrong place in his armor. Even when he had left this morning, he was talking to one of the Renegade soldiers and ran into a door.

His hand twitch at the thought, he can still feel were his left cheek ran into it. Yuan pushes the thought away; there would be no need for him to get distracted from an important time. This perhaps maybe his only chance at capturing Lloyd, perhaps later on but now is the best time of all. Weariness plagued the boy, and him as well, but he did not need to let the boy get any ideas of escape.

Watching Lloyd get into a fighting position, ready to pull his sword out if needed; Yuan tightens his grip on the sword, keeping his feet shoulder length, with one in front of the other. His left hand twitches with anticipation, but finding the boy to stay put in his place.

So he's waiting for me to come to him; either he has some plan or something of the other.

”Ha! A better question is what you're doing here!?”

"Well I don't feel the need to explain myself to an ignorant brat!" He replies icly. Why would he call Lloyd an ignorant brat, well for one thing the boy was like a baby compared to Yuan and brat was the most suitable name for him. Ignorant, because he has no idea as what is going around him. Sure he knows about Cruxis and the Desians, but he has no idea about what the Renegades truly strive for. Sure the Renegades haven't been so brash before like now, but times are becoming desperate. It won't be long before Mithos puts his 'Age of the Lifeless Beings' into action. That is something the Yuan is not looking forward to, and that is another thing the boy is ignorant. The boy is just plain ignorant of the past, like most people. Ignorant to what is true and what was just made up long ago by a thirteen year old boy; who went mad after losing his sister. When his fiancé died, by a filthy human.

Yuan came out of his thoughts as soon as he hears the crash of a door slamming, right as his instincts tell him to move. Looking up to find something being thrown at him, he jumps to the side to evade the falling chair. Looking up to the stairs he sees a burly man, heaving another chair.

"Leave that boy alone, you half-elf!" The man hollers, as he heaves the other chair and throws it at Yuan. Yuan jumps to the side once more to catch a flash of red burst through the door, he silently curses to himself.

He runs for the door, only to move to the side before pan almost hits his face. Growling at the woman, he pulls out his sword and points it at the woman with a narrow in the eyes. She immediately drops the pan and puts her hands up, frighten that he might kill her. Yuan never planed on hurting any of the people in the inn, nor is he going to do so. His once amused smile had faded long ago into a grim frown, as he bolts for the door.

Looking around franticly, he hisses to himself as he runs to the middle of the square of Triet. His eyes dart around as he attempts at looking for a flash of red, and as he tries to pin point Lloyds mana, in hopes that the boy never left the area. Quite he should have not, considering the fact that he had traveled here on foot from his looks. The fact that the boy is weary also means that he couldn't have gone far, now all he has to do is find the brat.

If I lose him now, my plans may never be achieved; and the Age of lifeless beings will come true. I can't let that happen, that's not what Martel wanted.

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Comments: No I'm not offended; I'm ashamed of myself actually. I'm very sorry, and I hope now you can have a better way of replying. ^^; I'm terribly sorry and Congrats!