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Groose has returned home.

[Vincent normally doesn't care to remark on these things, and it's not as if he knew the real Groose too well. It's not even as if he was the type of person whose company he'd want to be in. And yet... and yet, because of the experiment prior to the last, he has just enough lingering familiarity that his leaving is bothersome.]

I wonder if perhaps... some of us were not meant to ever return to where we're from. If perhaps that's for the best.

[There are Reasons he's started to think this, but that's all he's going to say for now on the matter. For now, he's limping across town slowly, with a pair of ruined shoes and some terribly aching feet. Magical dancing really took a toll on them- he only hopes he'll find the appropriate type again.]

Current Mood: sore

[Vincent is off in a forested area not far from town. He's seated under a tree, thinking and watching leaves fall.]

Yet another alternate reality... but something about this was different from others. As if we were living out a set story, each time...

[It's not as if they have the exact same fairytales on his world, after all, but there had been a strange way to how the week's events had unfolded that it was noticeable. He wonders about it, vaguely, and about the parallel to the one he'd lived through and how it fit into his own background. There's also plenty of other things on his mind, the typical human vs monster divide, and the love issues... but he won't bring any of those up on here.]

[He takes a red leaf in hand as it falls and stares at it.]

...the time of year... it's close. Perhaps it's best if I spend it away.

Current Mood: melancholy

[Vincent arrives on the beach and immediately draws his gun. His mind is still in fighting-mode and it takes a while to shake that. Eventually, he puts the weapon away, as memories flood back of what happened. Right... It didn't end well. He's not out there anymore. But where IS here...? He glances around and notices the familiar sight of mountains.]

[For now he'll rest here and watch the water despite the coldness. He's curious about it, but once he opens his journal he ends up asking another question that's bothering him.]

Did anyone on the draft... defeat the General?

Current Mood: blank

Finally, it's done. The experiments' duration... hasn't been so long before. I don't trust this alteration in their patterns.

[Despite the cold, Vincent is going off on a long walk to clear his mind of his other selves' weirdness. He'll try to avoid people but his red cape stands out pretty well against the snow. He also pauses on a bridge at some point to just... stare off pensively into the distance.]

Current Mood: moody

[Vincent wakes to a room that's been fully redecorated into, as his AU so cheerfully described it, a 'palace of love.' The walls are pastel pink, and along with a wide array of flowers, there are all sorts of sensual things placed strategically around. He groans upon recalling the past week. Then he pulls his hair out of the ponytail as he looks around a room that would put the Honeybee Inn to shame.]

[As he opens his journal, there's a good view of his lovely new surroundings. Then his scowling face comes into the picture.]

My behavior last week was inexcusable, although the Malnosso are technically at fault.

Regardless, to anyone I spoke with... I apologize.

[Vincent then starts the process of de-beautifying his room, taking away some of the tackier ...items... that he ended up having there. He can be seen wandering to and from his place as he seeks to strip away the memories of his AU self. He's basically throwing all the things into a big pile far enough from his building, for Galian to burn when he's ready.]

Current Mood: embarrassed

[There's heavy panting as the recording starts.]

[Vincent can be seen sprawled out ON LUCRECIA, in her bed. It's a place he would have dreamed of many times before, but with the worst timing ever. Vincent is back from the battle, completely worn out, and with Chaos and the others still restless inside him, he's very unstable in the head.]

[The panting continues.]

...can't hold back... must... release...

[In between panting and Vincent's... sexy talk, Lucrecia is heard as well.] V-Vincent wh- how did you get in my bed and wh--

[...release what?! This sounds foreboding and slightly dirty.]

R-release what?

[Vincent just moaaaaans in response.]

Vincent you're squishing me...!

[End recording!]

Current Mood: uncomfortable

Another experiment, concluded... and another profession I cannot return to.

My.... apologies... to those I encountered last week.

Current Mood: blank

[Vincent also received a "prize" from the festivities, and can presently be seen in his apartment just... starting at it. What IS this horrible (and now completely useless) prize? ...It's his coffin. :| Not exactly anything he wanted to be reminded of, or a time he's ever intended to return to. It's also missing the lid, so even if he wanted to angst a few decades away inside it, there would be no way.]

Current Mood: indescribable

All went... as could be expected for a conflict of that nature.

Lucrecia, I hope that you are well.

Current Mood: exhausted

A terrible burden, to become what one despises most. Yet... that is no excuse for my actions last week.

...

[He pauses for several more "...'s" as if pondering whether he can say anything more. It's just dead silence for that time. Finally...]

Lucrecia...?

Current Mood: guilty

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In this illusion

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