[ spa time spa time. yuri seems to have well and truly made himself at home here. he's seated on one of the chairs by the make up table with just an Array of Things around him. he looks pretty content though? his fit is comfortable, his hair is once again bound by a pretty pin and he is Concentrating.
It's not bad to know how to do it yourself, if you wanted to learn. What with your hair and your skin tone... I expect a number of the things I use might suit you as wel--
[ unfortunately, before he can reach for one of the palettes tucked into his side on the ground, there's a pop and a scattering of stardust -- fine and delicate, like glitter and highlighter. before he can say or do anything, estelle will find herself trapped in a memory (7:23 - 9:21). a short conversation between yuri looking no different to how he does now, and a shorter woman with intense eyes and hair the colour of seafoam. ]
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[ yuri doesn't seem too perturbed by this particular memory. but his hand does move to touch his pocket, very briefly, once it is done. ]
[She's not used to these surprise memories, and looks a little flustered.]
I, I'm sorry. [She just intruded into his memory? So she should apologize, right? But she sees where his hand goes, and she remembers reading something...]
A … system? What kind of system? [ thinking back on that brief memory, he doesn’t really remember anything that looked like a system as he’d recognise it from, say, the station. ]
It's hard to explain... I don't understand the details, myself.
But I was born with a unique power that makes my body work similar to the magic technology in my world... and someone was able to create a mechanism to control my power, the same as any device.
Rita's an expert on those, however, so she changed how it worked.
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until he spots estelle. ]
Are you here to relax as well, Estelle?
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[She'll come over to see what he's up to, though.]
You've certainly made yourself comfortable. [It's not a criticism. She's a little impressed? She looks at the Things with genuine curiosity.]
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[ that's it, that's the explanation.
sort of. he's clearly putting together some kind of make up kit. ]
Do you use make up, Estelle?
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[ unfortunately, before he can reach for one of the palettes tucked into his side on the ground, there's a pop and a scattering of stardust -- fine and delicate, like glitter and highlighter. before he can say or do anything, estelle will find herself trapped in a memory (7:23 - 9:21). a short conversation between yuri looking no different to how he does now, and a shorter woman with intense eyes and hair the colour of seafoam. ]
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[ yuri doesn't seem too perturbed by this particular memory. but his hand does move to touch his pocket, very briefly, once it is done. ]
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[She's not used to these surprise memories, and looks a little flustered.]
I, I'm sorry. [She just intruded into his memory? So she should apologize, right? But she sees where his hand goes, and she remembers reading something...]
... You still have it with you? The notebook...
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... [ ah. ]
Mm. It followed me through the last scenario, and apparently here as well.
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Do you still write in it?
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Or maybe I’m just kicking myself over failures. Either way.
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[Oh whoops actually there's more stardust here, and as a result: a memory!]
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but.
well. ]
... You were being controlled?
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... Yes.
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And after this...?
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And then Rita, she found a way to alter the system that was controlling me...
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A … system? What kind of system? [ thinking back on that brief memory, he doesn’t really remember anything that looked like a system as he’d recognise it from, say, the station. ]
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But I was born with a unique power that makes my body work similar to the magic technology in my world... and someone was able to create a mechanism to control my power, the same as any device.
Rita's an expert on those, however, so she changed how it worked.
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… So… that power you mentioned comes at the cost of other life? Including your own?
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