And just who the hell are you?

State your business or be on your way. - Independent RP blog for Yuan Ka-Fai, Tales of Symphonia. This blog is slighly AU with regards to ToS:DotNW, please read the 'Meet the Muse' section above for details. Willing to RP with anyone and from any point pre-game, during or post-game. M!A: None.

[mori-no-kangae]

ninthcompanion replied to your post “That moment when all you can think about is your OC muse and wanting…”

((TIRESIAAAAA - My memories :’) ))

Yeah Lauren it’s all your fault that she was born. She misses having Lady Yuna around to sass. Hopefully she doesn’t die from infiltrating Rodyle’s base.

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Now you're giving me the urge to create a crack filled sideblog with a url somewhere around Lady Yuna. Gosh darn it, Sam.

Also, Lady Yuna does not allow Tiresia to die infiltrating Rodyle's base because there are still many toilets to be cleaned.

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((So, as promised I finally made that Kharlan Era Yuan blog. All of his pages should be up and running; his ask box is open to any and all; and open rps should start to be out in a couple of days.

You can check him out over at clichemachine. C: ))

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「✿」—-;; It would appear Anna fell asleep. Oh is someone coming to wake her?

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Once, he would simply have left her there - she wasn't his business. She might even be the bait for a group of bandits to mug him. But he is much older now. He has been changed. He cannot, in good conscience, just leave her lying there like that.

So he nudges her with a foot. 

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Meet the Muse

If you’re new to the fandom, following Yuan might give you some spoilers for Tales of Symphonia.

Setting

Generally, he is set post-Symphonia but pre-Dawn of the New World/ Knight of Ratatosk. This means that he is not Guardian of the New World Tree yet. He has a vested interest in it and checks in on it from time to time but he has a no-longer-quite-so-secret organisation to figure out what to do with. So at his present time, he is slowly changing the role of the Renegades and has his most trusted men checking the area of the tree.

Sometimes he thinks it would be easier if he just lived there.

Basic Information

Name: Yuan Ka-Fai. If called ‘Coffee’, will answer ‘Yes please’.

Race: Half-Elf, originally at least. Now has a Cruxis Crystal equipped and is apparently ‘Angelic’.

Age: Appears to be anything from twenty upwards, although his biological clock stopped in his thirties. His true age is over 4000. He knows the true figure but he also lies.

Occupation: Leader of an organisation called the Renegades, whose original goal was to work towards the toppling of Cruxis for the good of the world(s).

Warnings: The mundane would like you to know that Yuan can be quite snarky and a bit antisocial at times. If he does this to you, it is just him being him and the mundane does not dislike you. He’s not a dick all of the time…

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UPDATE (Yes, this is the second one today)

((Right! So I realised that in the last update, I said we were going in for a revamp of this blog, but I didn't say exactly what. Here's what I'm doing:

- This blog will remain Renegade Leader Yuan, directly post ToS but pre-DotNW. It is slightly AU in that Yuan has no immediate plans to disband the Renegades. Rather, he's trying to figure out how best to remodel the organisation. He is not the tree's guardian, but he is keeping a close eye on it.

- There is a sideblog starting up for Kharlan War Era Yuan. I've spent the evening sorting out a theme and URL for him. But I haven't yet finished his page yet. I will keep you all updated when I open it up properly. ^_^

But yeah, I hope you all like it. And hope everyone's having a nice Saturday!))

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Lloyd has passed away.

Yuan had been alone when the letter had arrived. He had stood by the window and watched the Mizuhoan messenger pick his way to the door. He’d taken the letter silently, thanked the man with a nod of his head. He already knew what it contained and it was with a weary sigh that he sat back in his chair and turned it over in his hands.

Moments like this, they made him feel every one of his four thousand plus years.

His fingers opened the envelope of their own accord. The words inside killed a hope he hadn’t known he’d still held.

Lloyd Irving has passed away.

He had known. Yuan had known it was coming. The boy was hardly a boy anymore. He was an eighty three year old man with a wife, children, grandchildren and maybe even great-grandchildren on the horizon. He had lived a good life. And had visited Yuan at least twice a year, almost every year since the world had been regenerated.

Yuan had known it for years. The end was coming. He had watched Lloyd’s back curve, his skin sag, his shallower breathing begin to quicken. All little things, all gradual, all just the natural way a healthy human body aged.

He had thought it at the end of his last visit from the boy who he could think of as nothing but a boy, even after all of these years. It won’t be long now. How much life can be left in those veins?

But still, Lloyd had been Lloyd. They had spoken as usual. Kratos’ boy was as upbeat as he usually was and even had the nerve to treat Yuan as the old man he ought to have been. And for a moment, Yuan might have thought it: that once again Lloyd might overthrow his expectations.

He’d even had the nerve to say he could hardly miss out on a visit to a friend.

A friend.

Some friend.

“Why couldn’t you just be busy with your family or something?” he asked the letter, as though instead of the letter, there sat Lloyd, opposite him, with those warm brown eyes and that stupid smile like he was actually as pleased to see Yuan as Yuan was to see him.

He had known it was coming. He had always known it was coming, from the moment Kratos had asked that promise of him. Lloyd was human. He would soon die. It was just Yuan’s job to make sure that Kratos’ son didn’t die before his time.

And he hadn’t. Yuan’s eyes dropped back to those five words.

Lloyd Irving has passed away.

He had been eighty-three years old. He had passed on in his sleep, lying beside a wife who loved him, in a village full of people who cared for him. He had smiled at every visit. He had been happy.

The letter told him Lloyd had lived a good life.

Then why did he feel as though he had failed?

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UPDATE

((Hey everyone.

This is just a quick message to let you know that I haven't abandoned this blog, and neither has Yuan.

But I feel like it can't really stay as it is right now, so I'll be thinking of ways to alter and revamp things here, in the hope that we might get to enjoy rping with each other soon.))

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"Red String of Fate"

Our muses are destined to meet in the rain when they are forced to share an umbrella

Yuan Ka-Fai was not a big fan of strangers.Truthfully, he wasn’t a fan of people in general. Sure, he had his acquaintances, but never did he keep relationships that weren’t beneficial, nor did he tend to begin them without seeing that in the future, they would be. His line of work forced him into faking closeness to strangers on a daily basis. He did not want his personal life did not follow the same pattern.

And so, he didn’t begin conversations with people at bus stops. Especially not at the hospital bus stop with his arm in a sling and a scowl on his face.

And especially not women with warm smiles.

He had always thought that most of the time, he emanated a vibe of ‘leave me alone’, which seemed usually to do the trick when he wanted to be left be. But not this time.

Excuse me, she had said.

It’s raining, she had said.

Would he like to stand under her umbrella, she had said, because he wouldn’t want to get his plaster wet?

And he had looked into her hopeful green eyes and seen the concern there and known, if he said no, she would cast increasingly more worried looks towards him as they waited for the bus and he would practically be able to feel them.

And so he said yes, thank you, it was very kind of her to offer.

[herosshadow]

"This seems familiar."

"it shoudlnt do. you’ve never come to my house before….or… have you?"

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"Lloyd, I am four thousand years old and have a vast network of spies under my command - there aren't many places I haven't been," he replied with a sigh and sat down, crossing his legs pointedly.

And silently wondering why on earth he had said that aloud. It wasn't the contents of Lloyd's house that was familiar (although he had been there), it was the feel of it, the workman's tools, the slight mess, the human boy who had those eyes. It reminded him of a different time and a different human.

[herosshadow]

"Take responsibility."

"I could say the same to you"

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"You could but it wouldn't get you anywhere."

He sighed, folding his arms and tapping his foot. Once. Twice. 

"You made the mess, it's your problem."

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You're all out of snark. I'm sorry.

[herosshadow]

procrastinatingonpaperwork said:"I banged your mom." Lloyd smiled “I will kill you slowly”

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Yuan raised one eyebrow, arms folded as he shook his head. "I lied," he said, lips forming a smirk. "I actually banged your dad."

On the head. With a wrench. Poor fool was going to have a giant lump under his hair when he woke up.

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"Well that was unexpected."

Pulling a piping hot piece of something from his hair, Yuan could only reply, “You’re telling me.”

The light burns were secondary to the the inner irritation the man felt at having not only failed to use the oven, but also have had it witnessed by that Chosen.

Really, it wasn’t his day.

[nomadicsnowelf]

procrastinatingonpaperwork started following you

[nomadicsnowelf]

"Please leave off the honorific. I honestly can’t stand that." She replied fixing him with a stare. "As for the last part, it would be better discussed in private, wouldn’t you agree?" Kira asked. This may be a side street that didn’t get used much, but it was still out in public. Any number of people might overhear, which was why she was keeping her voice low. "Do you want help carrying that?" She asked. She wasn’t really expecting an answer, but it looked like quite a lot of paperwork, and she felt she might as well offer.

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He eyed her calculatingly for a moment and then managed a light smirk. "Well, I'm glad some things never change." Jerking his head in the direction he had come, he added, "I do, yes. The exit is that way. I assume you'd rather have this talk somewhere where ears in walls is not in issue?"

Raising an eyebrow, he readjusted the paperwork to better fit in his grasp and took a step in the direction he'd indicated with the wry words, "I think I'll be alright."

[stuffofoddities]

Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.

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stuffofoddities:

Lumped these all together for ease of reblogging:

"My parents know."

"Don’t go."

"You’re under arrest."

"Just let me die."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"Make me."

"Kiss me you idiot."

"I didn’t do it."

"That isn’t mine."

"Marry me?"

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Be mine."

"You owe me."

"Just relax."

"I already regret this."

"Where are my clothes?"

"You could have killed someone!"

"I think I broke it."

"Do you love me?"

"We need to talk."

"Never again."

"Do I know you?"

"How drunk are you right now?" 

"Well that was unexpected." 

"Have you ever even done this before?" 

"I just want to cuddle."

"I can’t even look at you."

"What happened to you?"

"Don’t you dare."

"I missed you."

"This stays between us."

"I need a hug."

"I could kill you!"

"Kiss me."

"You’re so weird."

"Why are you wearing that?"

"You coward."

"You’re all out of ____."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

[here’s a few more]

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"This seems familiar."

"You lied to me!"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Is that my shirt?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Explain yourself."

"Where were you?"

"You drive me crazy!"

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Just leave me alone."

"I need a drink."

"What were you thinking?"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I’m going to be sick."

"For you, I would _____"

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Give it back."

"I have to go."

"Shut up and listen."

"Do you remember this?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"Take responsibility."

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Give me another chance."

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"You mean everything to me."

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I miss you so very much."

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"Just five more minutes."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"What are we doing here?"

"Do you trust me?"

"That sounds painful."

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"That was a bad plan."

"That looked easier on TV."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"I didn’t know you could do that."

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"Where I am …" he trailed off, running the tip of his finger along the rim of his glass, his eyes growing distant for a moment. They sharpened again and he took a drink of his coffee.

"I split my time between the World Tree and Renegade Base - Triet. It’s been about four years since the reunification of the worlds, and I’ve lived … Oh, I would say 4050 years or so, give or take a decade."

He wondered why the other wanted to know — Though he could hazard a guess or two. 

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Yuan's lips were pressed together, his expression set as he watch the other calculatingly. He, himself, had worked undercover during the war. He was good at assuming a role, committing to it, making its fabricated facts his truths. But even so, he knew when he was lying and he hoped that as he watched this man, he was right in thinking that those words were the truth.

But what reason was there to lie, really?

"Give or take? How accurate, Princess," he commented wryly, with a kind of lazy smirk. "Alright, I'll bite. I believe you."

There was more he wanted to know, but he knew no way to ask. And so he took a sip of coffee and filled the silence with its strong taste.

[frommemetoyou]

Leave "Red String of Fate" in my askbox

I’ll generate a number from 1-77 (YES SEVENTY SEVEN OPTIONS!) to see what is in our muse’s destinies then I’ll write some drabble based on the number generated.

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