[Time and time again the world has proven to Yuri that someone out there in the cosmic universe has something against him. Bad luck just seems to follow him no matter where he goes — and turns out, it can traverse through worlds too. Just his luck that a mere few weeks after he ends up in this city-disguised prison, all hell seems to spontaneously break loose.
Yuri has always been a survivor though, and he’s been doing a great job keeping to himself and defending from any potential surprise attacks. But he can’t stay on the defensive for too long: if he has the ability to protect someone from dying to the Gnosia, then he better use it.
For now he needs some supplies, and probably a place where he can sharpen his sword. Word on the street is that there are some safe places where he could find exactly that, and maybe even more than just a line of defense. That’s why he’s in this meeting point, risking someone who’s potentially Gnosia to know who he is.]
That’s me. Nice to meet you too.
[He nods back, one hand holding the straps on his sheath. Don’t worry, Claude, he knows this isn’t exactly the situation to have a tea party. In fact, the sight of weaponry makes him feel more comfortable than anything, and not just for security reasons. The technology in this place is still strange to him, so it’s nice to see some familiar things every once in a while.]
Sure thing. But I hope you didn’t call me here just to ask for my favorite color.
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Yuri has always been a survivor though, and he’s been doing a great job keeping to himself and defending from any potential surprise attacks. But he can’t stay on the defensive for too long: if he has the ability to protect someone from dying to the Gnosia, then he better use it.
For now he needs some supplies, and probably a place where he can sharpen his sword. Word on the street is that there are some safe places where he could find exactly that, and maybe even more than just a line of defense. That’s why he’s in this meeting point, risking someone who’s potentially Gnosia to know who he is.]
That’s me. Nice to meet you too.
[He nods back, one hand holding the straps on his sheath. Don’t worry, Claude, he knows this isn’t exactly the situation to have a tea party. In fact, the sight of weaponry makes him feel more comfortable than anything, and not just for security reasons. The technology in this place is still strange to him, so it’s nice to see some familiar things every once in a while.]
Sure thing. But I hope you didn’t call me here just to ask for my favorite color.