To the people of the Network:

[srslynotguy]

I would like to ask if anyone has seen Yuri Lowell at all. He's about six feet tall, has long black hair, and was wearing a black top and pants. He typically keeps his chest bare, and has a bodhi blastia - that is a golden bracelet with a red jewel - on his left wrist. Any information, any clues on where he might be at the moment will be much appreciated. Thank you.

Comments

Private;

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

What's wrong, Flynn? You sound worried.

Private;

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

That's because I am worried.

...Why are you talking like this?

Private;

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Now you're gonna nag about that, huh?

Don't you realize- there're more important things than where I am or how I talk. Where's the justice, Flynn?

Private;

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

That's my line. You killed Emil, where exactly is the justice in that, Yuri?

You're not yourself! Don't you see?

Private;

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Hah, that guy's got you all fooled. Don't worry, it's funny.

Private;

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

Fooled?

[ He knows where Yuri is going, but... he wants to hear this himself.]

Private;

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Telling you would ruin the surprise. Man, is he useful. With this, I can finally do what we've wanted all our lives, Flynn.

Hell, fixing the Empire'll be easy, now.

Private;

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

You- What did you do to the body?

Private;

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Didn't have to do a damn thing.

Private;

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

Then what happened to it, Yuri!?

Private;

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

The damn thing turned into a jewel of some kind. And, well, I took it. What else?

Private;

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't believe your crap. :| ]

Return then, if that's the case.

Private;

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

You sure you want me to do that, Flynn?

Private;

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

Yes. Come back, accept responsibility, and return the jewel you're claiming to be what has become of Emil.

Private;

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Would if I could. Would if I wanted to.

Private;

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

Just what do you mean by that? Yuri, have you no respect for the dead anymore?

Private;

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Dead? That's what you'd like to think, isn't it.

It's so much more than that, Flynn. This City we live in is so more much than that.

Private; {1/2}

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

A death is a death! Regardless of whether or not some god, or fate, decides to take pity and bring you back to life! What you did was murder, Yuri! Whether or not you're under the influence of a curse, or some other power, or your own twisted version of justice!

Private;

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

[ And then he remembers, this is Yuri. Yuri isn't like this normally. Would never be like this normally. ]

Think of your friends, believe them for once when they tell you you're not being yourself! If you can't believe me, then count on the numbers that are trying to get it into your skull that you're under a curse- that you're not like this! Yuri!

Private; 1/2

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

I'll believe yesterday was a curse. There's no way I'd think the higher ups need protection.

Private;

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

But today? It's different.

Private;

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

What's different?

Private;

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

I've never felt so powerful in my life. I know where I've come from, and I know where I'm going.

Private;

[srslynotguy.livejournal.com]

Power isn't everything, Yuri. Please, listen to me.

Private;

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

No- you don't understand, Flynn.

I'll show you what this means.