[There is far too much that he's pretty sure could be tracked to continue using the phones. Just from bits of information that he's picked up from others, explanations he's listened in on. And, what's more... after everything Hubert did to screw them over, messing with the scouts information, tracing Those Who Slither through their own use of magic.... yeah these technological devices seem to function an awful lot like magic. So. He's not taking any chances.
Yuri won't get another response after that but he will find Claude in an out of the way place just off the main entrance of the Gardens, the bright gold of his fancy new button down shirt tinted greenish by the glow of a nearby flower even though it's not quite late enough for the Garden to be in full luminescence yet. He might just be idly whistling something that sounds an awful lot like bird song until Yuri shows up.
( The Night Gardens are as beautiful as Yuri would expect them to be, and a far cry from anything he's ever experienced in the noble estates of Fódlan. The air is somehow soft and sweet, and the flowers are just beginning to shimmer with a glow that he assumes is linked to some kind of magic—
But then he spots (hears?) Claude, and all thoughts of their surroundings are narrowed back to the practical. )
Nice tune.
( He says lightly, having swapped his own battle gear for some fitted tailoring: high-waisted trousers which he's paired with a white button-down blouse. The grey military jacket he's wearing over his shoulders is mostly for show; Yuri was born and raised in a chilly village of Faerghus, after all, but the silver embroidery had caught his eye back at the boutique. )
So. Here we are, all ready to talk. Why don't you start us off?
[Claude flashes the other man a grin as soon as he comes into view, moving from where he'd been.... perched on the back of a bench instead of sitting on it like a normal person. He immediately falls into step beside Yuri, nodding toward one of the narrower paths. Come on, walk and talk, it'll be easier to catch someone spying that way than if they stay put. That and he doesn't want to be too near the entrance.]
Oh boy... where to start? What class do you remember Teach picking?
Trying!? [Claude laughs, mischief in those jade eyes.] We didn't need to try to get in trouble.
[But there's clear relief on Claude's face when Yuri confirms that he recalls the same Path of Fate. Thank Gods someone remembers the same.]
Great! Everyone else I've talked to remembers Teach picking a different class. Seems to be the common point of division for everyone's memories... What's the last thing you remember?
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Date: 2021-01-13 01:11 am (UTC)[There is far too much that he's pretty sure could be tracked to continue using the phones. Just from bits of information that he's picked up from others, explanations he's listened in on. And, what's more... after everything Hubert did to screw them over, messing with the scouts information, tracing Those Who Slither through their own use of magic.... yeah these technological devices seem to function an awful lot like magic. So. He's not taking any chances.
Yuri won't get another response after that but he will find Claude in an out of the way place just off the main entrance of the Gardens, the bright gold of his fancy new button down shirt tinted greenish by the glow of a nearby flower even though it's not quite late enough for the Garden to be in full luminescence yet. He might just be idly whistling something that sounds an awful lot like bird song until Yuri shows up.
Just in case he needs a little help finding him.]
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Date: 2021-01-26 12:16 am (UTC)( The Night Gardens are as beautiful as Yuri would expect them to be, and a far cry from anything he's ever experienced in the noble estates of Fódlan. The air is somehow soft and sweet, and the flowers are just beginning to shimmer with a glow that he assumes is linked to some kind of magic—
But then he spots (hears?) Claude, and all thoughts of their surroundings are narrowed back to the practical. )
Nice tune.
( He says lightly, having swapped his own battle gear for some fitted tailoring: high-waisted trousers which he's paired with a white button-down blouse. The grey military jacket he's wearing over his shoulders is mostly for show; Yuri was born and raised in a chilly village of Faerghus, after all, but the silver embroidery had caught his eye back at the boutique. )
So. Here we are, all ready to talk. Why don't you start us off?
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Date: 2021-01-26 08:04 pm (UTC)Oh boy... where to start? What class do you remember Teach picking?
[Starting with the common divergence point.]
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Date: 2021-01-27 06:57 pm (UTC)( Yuri just raises an eyebrow. )
You know I wasn't around for that. I met that professor of yours for the first time when you snuck your way down into Abyss — uninvited, I might add.
( A soft chuckle rises to his lips. )
Just a bunch of kids and their adorable teacher, trying to get themselves in trouble.
( There's a beat of silence as Yuri tosses Claude a sidelong look: )
... Your adorable teacher. They were with the Golden Deer.
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Date: 2021-01-28 10:59 am (UTC)[But there's clear relief on Claude's face when Yuri confirms that he recalls the same Path of Fate. Thank Gods someone remembers the same.]
Great! Everyone else I've talked to remembers Teach picking a different class. Seems to be the common point of division for everyone's memories... What's the last thing you remember?