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[fortunefail]

[Yuan is sick of hearing about New Feathers. He's sick of seeing people without wings. The chaos reigning in the village is something he really doesn't need right now. Honestly, he stopped listening to his journal after only an hour of this and he can't imagine things have died down by now

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[loving_goddess]

... Yuan?

[This is what... time number 4?]

[fortunefail]

[Yes. Yes it is. Excuse Yuan while his brain reboots.]

... Martel.

[loving_goddess]

Yuan!

[Kanedaaaaa She takes advantage of his BSOD to throw herself at him, arms wide to wrap around him in a hug.] My Yuan...

[fortunefail]

[He just freezes in her embrace. After having her sent home three times before, he has no clue how to respond to her anymore. He's dreamt about her return, sure, but what's the point if she's just going to leave him again?]

...

[beholdmyeye]

[Ain't got no wings but is still a more superior half-elf than you are.]

Hah.

[fortunefail]

[Crap. Yuan knows this guy. It's Forcystus the "Desian Hero". He's really not in the mood for this, either.]

... Get out of my way.

[kendama_pro]

[Sup not!big bro.]

[fortunefail]

[Apparently, today is the best day for running into familiar faces.]

... You.

[kendama_pro]

[Turns! And blinks.]

Oh, hey Yuan. What's up?

[fortunefail]

When did you get here? [Stupid question. Probably the same time as every other New Feather that arrived today.]

[moonaligned]

[The Neo-Queen can spot Yuan from a mile away, despite the fact that it's been centuries since she'd last seen him. It takes her a moment of wide-eyed staring before she can approach.]

Yuan.

[fortunefail]

[Everyone else in the Sailor Moon universe may be a retard, but there's no mistaking those buntails. And while Usagi looks older, her eyes haven't changed in all those years.]

... Usagi.

[moonaligned]

[She adjusts the staff in her hands, finally smiling wide. She never thought she'd see any of these people again, even though for so long she was certain it was all just an odd dream.]

It's been awhile. [For her, at least. She can't tell how long it's been in Luceti since she left.]

[fortunefail]

That's... [He trails off, no clue how to even finish that sentence. It must've been a while for her.]

You look good.