towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Yuri Tsukikage & anyone who happens by.
Setting: Room 1-11, Dorm Halls, Floor Three/Library
Format: Prose, but can roll with anything in replies.
Summary: Yuri wakes up. Let's try and fight depression, shall we?
Warnings: None yet, besides Yuri probably being sort of emo at first, will add more if anything crops up.

*Room 1-11

Yuri knew what her friends would expect of her, and that they wouldn't want to see her shaken. They wouldn't want to see her cry.

Resisting all of that was pretty difficult as she sat on her bed, pouring over this letter again and again.

After everything they had done, after rescuing their world when it had been reduced to nothing more than a literal desert... To think that it all could have been for nothing, and everyone - her friends, her mother, and everyone they saved - could just be gone in a snap, just like Cologne and her father...

She folded the letter up, sliding it into her jacket pocket alongside the Heart Pot's lid.

She took several deep breaths, trying to compose herself. She recalled Tsubomi's words when they faced Dune. She tried to focus on that, and draw strength from it. If she was going to figure out what was going on here, she would have to keep control of herself and her emotions.

If she lost it, then she might as well have no hope, and then where would she be? She couldn't let herself become that person again.

She refused to.
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*Dorm Hallways

Once she had a better hold of herself, Yuri left the room to explore. Not knowing what she might possibly be facing, she kept her transformation items within quick reach.

This could easily be a trick, or some type of trap. She wasn't naive enough to think Dune's defeat meant the responsibility of the Precure had also left. There could always be another enemy.

A situation like this certainly rewarded that paranoia.
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*Library

Inevitably, after mild exploring and a trip through the cafeteria - where she consumed her oatmeal without complaint - Yuri instinctively gravitated towards the third floor Library.

It was a small comfort to find something like this, honestly. She quickly took to exploring its contents, more than anything looking for a means of distracting herself while she pieced her mind together.

Threaded | Flat

Since her arrival, Dark Precure had been looking for information - anything that could tell her about what happened to her, and what happened to her father. Anything about how to get home, and whether or not home still existed.

She'd been avoiding her room-mates entirely, sleeping only when she was certain they were gone.

But this time, fate had brought her to one of the people she wanted to see last in the multiverse.

"Enough!" she screamed, from behind a bookshelf that was near Yuri. "This information is all useless!"

Enoch simply liked being around books - it was comforting in a way he couldn't really place. So he'd brought his breakfast up here to eat it, a book open on his lap as he finished off the last of his pancakes.

Unfortunately, he'd chosen to sit closer to the books, that is, against the shelves rather than at the tables, meaning he would be in someone's way if they were to be looking at that shelf. Or attempting to look at it.

LIBRARY

Library