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So the new full blog is up. A few links are already in place, including... a Verses page! Oh my!

Follow Anna. After all, this blog is only a sideblog, and the new blog is a full blog on it’s own, so I can follow people there. Not to mention this blog is going the route of aselianangel and becoming an archive.

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"Wha-?” She can barely get the word out before she’s backpedaling, tripping over the cobbled streets of Palmacosta to fall flat on her ass. The ‘dog’? well, dog-like, creature is now slightly towering over her, and she blinks up at it. Perhaps it was a good thing she didn’t feel anything when she fell, because she quickly gets back on her feet, dusting off her clothing.

“Hey, are you lost or something?” She asked, looking around to see if it has an owner.

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Alright, time for another starter call!

Like for a starter. Or if you have a side blog let me know?

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                            ❝ as long as you’re happy, don’t worry about me. ❞

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Anna blinked before she rubbed her eyes again and stretched a bit before sitting up properly. Three, or four hours. That was about the average amount of time for her these day, so it wasn’t too bad, and she felt rested enough. Either way, his comment about traveling could be addressed.

“Maybe so, but there are hardly many people out on the roads this late, anyway. And fewer still who travel through the woods.” She pulled her sword from the sheath at her side and looked at the edge. It could stand to be sharpened, even though that wasn’t her favorite task to attend to. She kept a whetstone in her pack, but she also had the spare weapons. She could attend to the blade later, so she quietly put it back.

“I do know some paths through the woods that are relatively unused, especially around Luin...” They wouldn’t have to pass through the city, or anywhere near the ranch, if they stuck to the woods on the opposite side of the lake. “Not that I’m suggesting we get moving anytime soon. But in a couple of hours it won’t be too unusual to get started.” That, and she did want to get back to Palmacosta as soon as possible.

Yuan had just finished sharpening the thin dagger that he kept under his left bracer when Anna began to stir. He’d been quiet about it–the sound of steel on stone was something that usually woke him up instantly if he wasn’t expecting it–but after two experimental swipes didn’t bother her, he decided he might as well take the time as he always had when he traveled.

Keeping a sharp edge on weapons was very important, and long nights of guard duty were a good time to attend to them. Swallow was in perfect shape, his longsword was in perfect shape–only his spare knives needed sharpening. He’d considered doing hers as well, but knew how well he’d take it if someone touched his weapons without explicit permission.

“I wasn’t really paying attention,” he said, slipping the last blade back into place. “Three hours, maybe four. Either way, it’s too dark to travel without arousing suspicion if we came across anyone.”

He wanted to ask her wanted to ask opinion on the inhibitor ore, and if she wanted to accompany him on that journey or if he should go alone and get it over with. But that would require bringing up the split worlds, and how they functioned together–and that was not a topic for her when she’d just woken up.

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Silent Mercenary

  ( ◉ ) - Nearly a year after she’d started to lose her voice, and the episodes caused by her exsphere had, for the most part, settled down. It had been close to a full year since her voice started to get weaker. Some days she could hardly speak, until eventually, she couldn’t talk at all. People assumed she’d taken a nasty hit from an enemy on the road that cost her her voice. Anna knew it was related to the exsphere. She wasn’t sure how, but she just knew it.

It wasn’t easy to acquire mercenary work when she couldn’t speak to negotiate price, which was why she’d taken to carrying around a journal and notepad. She kept herself stocked on writing materials for when she needed work. Some days, when she couldn’t get any mercenary work, she would instead work at the Palmacosta Academy, helping out in the kitchen. At least there she wasn’t required to talk, and she got a free meal out of it by working hard (though she hardly ate anything anymore).

The changes had all happened so slowly, but she’d grown used to them. She no longer ate, or even slept. Her sense of touch had left her over a year ago, but her voice had gone closer to the end of that year, just before the worlds united as one. At least she’d had time to adjust to losing her voice, slowly. People had noticed she seemed different, and she couldn’t deny that she had changed.

It was more than just the physical changes, the heightened senses, the heightened physical strength. Her personality had been diminished. She could barely feel anything, including her own emotions. Anna was far from apathetic, but she was certainly more subdued than she’d ever been in the Asgard Human Ranch. She wasn’t really sure what to do anymore, her life felt like some sick joke.

Being taken to the Human Ranch, only to somehow escape and end up with a missing memory, then to have these changes occur without any warning or reason. Yet she wasn’t the type of person to think of suicide, regardless of her situation. She would persevere, even if she couldn’t feel, even if she couldn’t sleep. Even if all the hours of her remaining life were spent wondering how she ended up this way, she would not kill herself.

Anna had taken up an almost permanent residence within the Palmacosta Inn, her work provided enough coin to afford her room for a month at a time. That was the way she operated. Mercenary fees were not cheap, and she wasn’t going to lower her prices just to get more customers. Though today was not going quite as planned. One of her clients was being difficult, and she couldn’t accurately express her annoyance with him.

She had to resort to glaring, which was a far cry from what her body was physically feeling. There was just an emptiness there, and she hated it. Or, at the very least, she disliked it.

Her client ended up storming away before she could and she stared after him blankly for a moment. Curse these stupid changes, it was far from ideal. Anna let out a breath, almost a sigh, before she turned and began to head towards the Inn. Hardly paying attention as she got caught up in her thoughts, she ended up bumping into someone. For a moment, she stumbled and her hand found purchase against the broken glass window of an abandoned house.

Correcting her balance she pulled her hand away and stared at it, noting the blood dripping to the cobbled street. Well, that was even less than ideal. Frowning only slightly she pulled a glass shard from her hand. That was going to leave a scar.

She looked at the person she’d bumped into and smiled slightly, bowing her head in apology before she started to brush past them. It’s not like she could voice her apology anyway. The glimmer of blue from her exsphere was just exposed enough, but at this point she could hardly care to worry about it.

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Not a word… not a single word or rumor, save for the occasional story about that ‘Lloyd Irving’. Of course, for Anna the name still didn’t ring any bells, even after all this time. Though she had begun to doubt her stubborn denial that the boy had been her child. It just hadn’t made sense.

How could she not remember a child that was her own? Especially one that was three years old?! And what of the father? Who was he? Where was he? Why didn’t she remember them?

So many questions, and not a single answer among them. Anna let out a sigh before she stared at the drink on the counter before her. She had ordered the alcohol for the sake of comfort, but had barely touched the glass since it was placed in front of her. All the ice had melted, and there was barely any sign of condensation left.

“Mercenary work is pretty slow, eh Anna?” The bartender asked her.

“It has been lately…” It was the only answer she could give, since she refused to talk about her personal life.

“Don’t worry, should pick up soon. It always has for you. People seem to like hiring you.”

She said nothing in response, one hand idly touching the side of the glass while the other played at the sword hanging from her side. She knew that some people hired her for looks alone, thinking they could get something else out of it. Those people ended up disappointed, or dead.

“Well hello there, friend! What can I get for you?” The bartender asked as a new customer walked in.

Anna blinked and looked away from the glass to see who it was. Once she knew it was someone she didn’t recognize, she turned back to her drink.

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Anna

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“– & she is WARM          and she’s  k i n d                & she’s caring                   & she's SELFLESS                              and it’s real ” 

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To know what a person has done, and to know who a person is, are very different things.

Hannah Kent, Burial Rites (via wordsnquotes)

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He had a point, and it was nice that he was concerned, but she also knew that if she didn’t at least try to rest now, she’d be up all night thinking over everything she’d learned today. And she would just keep worrying. That would be even less favorable to her health than whatever was going on with her exsphere.

“Don’t worry, I’m just going to relax. If I’m not fully asleep in half an hour, I won’t try to sleep. But I need to at least try.” She replied, letting out a sigh as she lay back, letting her head rest on the folded up blanket. It really did make for a nice pillow.

It was a strange feeling though, not really feeling hot or cold, and barely feeling the rough surface of the ground. Perhaps she’d have a more restful sleep than usual. Without that feeling of touch to make sleeping on the ground be uncomfortable, she might just do that. And like she’d said before, she trusted him.

Yuan hadn’t done anything to make her wary yet, and he seemed genuinely concerned about what was happening to her. So, it was easy to trust him that way. Perhaps that helped her relax more, because before she knew it she was dreaming.

When she woke later, she was sure it had been at least four hours, but it was hard to tell since it was still dark out. Curse that whole ‘half the usual time’ thing she had going on. Anna rubbed her eyes and looked over at Yuan.

“Wh-what time is it?” She asked. “How long was I out?”

“There’s no point in laying there staring at the ceiling if you aren’t going to sleep,” he said, absently tossing the apple between his hands again. “But if you want to try, feel free.”

He set the apple down and added another piece of wood to the fire. Apparently it hadn’t rained here in quite some time–the wood was burning much more quickly than he liked. A fire wasn’t strictly necessary, he supposed–Anna could no longer feel the chill, he had the option of ignoring it. He could see in the dark, he suspected that she could as well.

For the comfort of old times, if nothing else, he’d keep it burning. Bring them trouble though it might, it was worth the fond memories and feeling of safety that the flickering glow lent.

“Rest if you can,” he said, leaning back against a conveniently-placed rock and finally biting into the apple. “I’ll keep watch.”

Although they could probably reach Palmacosta by nightfall the next day, those plans needed reconsidering. Should he tell her about the two worlds, perhaps invite her to accompany him to Tethe’alla? Or should he leave her there with a promise to return with the materials for her Key Crest? It was hard to predict what she would want to do. Either way, he’d have to go to the Triet base first–he had to find out how Lloyd and the ragtag crusaders were doing. Kratos would inevitably be waiting at the Tower of Mana to stop them from forming the pact with Luna and Aska. Kratos would overpower them–he’d have to meet them there as well.

He stared at the ceiling of the cave, marveling at how long it had been since he’d had an apple and pondering tomorrow.

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