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[blastiafreak]

Well, that was pointless. What idiot decided to send me home, and then bring me right back after a day?

[Idiot, city, whatever it was that made the decision. In any case, Rita sighs out of annoyance--primarily due to the disorientation from returning and regaining her memories--and then continues with a simple-]

So I'm back, anyway.

[ooc: Hiatus over! As mentioned by Rita, only one day went by for her while she was gone from the City for the month.]

Comments

[blastiafreak]

Yeah, that's right.

[Her reply is terse and angry and SHE IS ON HER WAY HOME TO PUNCH HIM.]

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

--Estelle or the Commandant? Which one?

[blastiafreak]

What? Which one told me that you're an idiot?

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Yeah, something like that.

[blastiafreak]

Hmph! Either way, you're dead!

[She slams open the front door of the house and stomps on in.]

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

So, should I prepare some balloons and maybe a cake for this exciting event?

[blastiafreak]

[...Just a little pause...]

Do whatever you want--after I kill you!

[If she can find him. She decides to check his room first.]

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

[He looks up from his device as she opens the door]

Do I get any last words?

[blastiafreak]

[She stomps over and stops in front of him, with a scowl on her face and hands on her hips.]

How about telling me what you were thinking? Or do you even remember?

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Every time I try, I get a splitting headache. So, no. I don't remember.

[blastiafreak]

Oh, really? So what you're telling me is that you've been making Estelle put up with all this, and you don't even remember why!

[Hands curled into fists, she finally blows her top and lashes out at his gut.]

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

[He tries to catch her wrist - as much as he thinks he deserves it, he's also tired of getting beaten up for something he doesn't remember.]

I'm not going to try and make it sound nice- that's exactly what's going on. But knowing that, is there anything you can do about it?

[blastiafreak]

[He gets ahold of her and she scowls, yanking on her arm. At the moment, she cares much more about Estelle's feelings than Yuri's, and his reply makes her more furious.]

Shut up! I can still beat you senseless!

[...While he's holding her. Yeah. And she promised Estelle she wouldn't try anything too bad...so she settles with aiming a swift kick at his shins.]

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

[Oh god geez that hurt. He winces and lets go of her wrist.]

Anything else you want to ask from the guy who doesn't know anything?

[blastiafreak]

[And she decides that's acceptable enough, and crosses her arms though she stays in his personal space.]

Hmph! There's a waste of time. How about you tell me what you do remember?

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Pretty much everything from back home. The Adephagos, Duke, you, Estelle, Raven, Judy, Karol- Brave Vesperia. Everything but the Commandant.

[blastiafreak]

...Now that's just fishy. All I can guess is that your trade had something to do with him.

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

[Yuri shrugs.]

I'm pretty content either way.

[Though he idly touches the fading bruise on his cheek.]

[blastiafreak]

[Rita raises an eyebrow and stares at him, unimpressed.]

Oh, really?

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

The guy nearly dislocated my jaw- you think I'm dying to be friends with him right now?

[blastiafreak]

If you forgot who I was, I would, too.

[But she's had enough of berating him at this point.]

How long?

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

It's been almost a month, now.

[blastiafreak]

And let me guess--you have no idea how long it'll last.

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Not a single clue.

[blastiafreak]

Idiot. [Okay, she wasn't done yet.] You all need to start leaving notes for yourselves or something!