A. Poolside [ Something about waking up on a ship for a vacation isn't as weird as it should be. Maybe it's because Yuri is decently sure that he's dead, and this is just some strange kind of afterlife. He never really thought about what the afterlife would be, but he isn't mad. Sure, the cruise director is pushy and annoying, but he has a fun flower lei and a cocktail, and he leans back on a lounge chair by the pool on the deck of the ship, his shirt open, eyes closed. The only thing odd about this picture is the sword leaning against the chair. Yeah, he could get used to this.
Or, well. He could, until someone (or something), knocks the drink right out of his hand, splashing all over his stomach. Yuri sputters, eyes flying open, his hand going to that sword, and his eyes land on you, whoever you are ]
Hey-- what the hell?
B. Bric A Brac [ Maybe Yuri doesn't have any money, but that doesn't stop him from heading to the gift shop. Sue him, his black-on-black ensemble is great for traveling, but not for an (as far as he's concerned afterlife) cruise. Find him picking out the most lurid and awful Hawaiian shirts. He holds up a particularly awful one with hula girls and the Serena Eterna logo on it and looks in the mirror to admire himself ]
Not bad, not bad.
[ Aaand then he's just changing right there in the store. ]
C. Get out [ The voices have been plaguing Yuri for a while now, making it hard to sleep and making it hard to relax. He's on vacation, let him relax! It's the middle of the night and he's at the cafe with a large coffee and every pastry they still had available. He dips a madeleine into his coffee as the voices surge up around him ]
Yeah, yeah. I get it. So how about you get me out, then? We're kind of in the middle of the ocean.
Yuri Lowell | Tales of Vesperia
[ Something about waking up on a ship for a vacation isn't as weird as it should be. Maybe it's because Yuri is decently sure that he's dead, and this is just some strange kind of afterlife. He never really thought about what the afterlife would be, but he isn't mad. Sure, the cruise director is pushy and annoying, but he has a fun flower lei and a cocktail, and he leans back on a lounge chair by the pool on the deck of the ship, his shirt open, eyes closed. The only thing odd about this picture is the sword leaning against the chair. Yeah, he could get used to this.
Or, well. He could, until someone (or something), knocks the drink right out of his hand, splashing all over his stomach. Yuri sputters, eyes flying open, his hand going to that sword, and his eyes land on you, whoever you are ]
Hey-- what the hell?
B. Bric A Brac
[ Maybe Yuri doesn't have any money, but that doesn't stop him from heading to the gift shop. Sue him, his black-on-black ensemble is great for traveling, but not for an (as far as he's concerned afterlife) cruise. Find him picking out the most lurid and awful Hawaiian shirts. He holds up a particularly awful one with hula girls and the Serena Eterna logo on it and looks in the mirror to admire himself ]
Not bad, not bad.
[ Aaand then he's just changing right there in the store. ]
C. Get out
[ The voices have been plaguing Yuri for a while now, making it hard to sleep and making it hard to relax. He's on vacation, let him relax! It's the middle of the night and he's at the cafe with a large coffee and every pastry they still had available. He dips a madeleine into his coffee as the voices surge up around him ]
Yeah, yeah. I get it. So how about you get me out, then? We're kind of in the middle of the ocean.
D. Wildcard
[ Hit me with anything! ]