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[The journal is slammed open loudly and a fist slams into a table only mere moments after the feed begins. It's obvious that the person making the entry is angry. Very angry. Full of anger that he hasn't felt in months. The kind of anger he should be more than used to, but it feels so foreign to him now. It's an awful feeling.]

Noel... [His voice is full of venom, raw anger, and pain. He takes a quick breath to try and calm himself down. When he begins again, his voice is lower but still full of his emotion.] Noel Vermillion's gone home.

I hope you're happy.

[He's not talking to anyone in particular. No one in Luceti, anyway. With that, he slams the book shut and goes off to vent elsewhere. Replies to the message will be gotten to about half an hour afterward, once he reaches the forest.]

[Action]

[Of all the shitty timing in the world, Noel was finally sent home after three years. And despite Ragna wanting to leave Luceti all this time, he was finally feeling like he might have had someone to care about and a reason to actually stay in Luceti instead of returning to the shit pit they called home. He knew he had things to do back home, but he was finally enjoying his life. Now? Hell no.

He couldn't stay in the house anymore. Not right now. It felt like it was suffocating him with silence and emptiness. He storms out of House 19 and makes a beeline for the forest, Blood-scythe in hand, and fully intends to take his anger out on the trees and possibly wildlife. He'll be doing that for awhile. Ragna won't welcome visitors with open arms, but he'd appreciate company. Kind of.

When he's finally done with that, he returns to the village and ends up finding Noel's dog waiting for him at the house. With Sol in tow, Ragna figures he has somewhere to go right now. He's off to visit Nami.]
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Cut for introspective mumbo jumbo. )

[Voice]

Nngh... [As Ragna opens his journal, he finds himself gritting his teeth. There was a weird feeling washing over his body and it felt... odd. But it passes as quickly as it comes, and he lets out a grunt once it does. It's a repeat of what's been happening the past couple of days, and it was getting to him. But there's no time to dwell on that -- he could do that later, when he was outside of the house. Back to the topic at hand.] ... Hey. I don't say this often, but I'm gonna be out warming up with my sword tonight.

Anyone wants to get in a quick spar or something, I'm cool with it. [Just not at the battle dome. He's not setting foot near that thing. Thanks, Shikamaru.]

[Action]


[Looking for Ragna? Tonight he's going to be wandering around the village, periodically clutching at his right shoulder in a hiss of pain as the feeling washes over him multiple times throughout the night.

When he's not doing that, he's near the village's edge at multiple points, just trying to get a feel of what the hell was wrong with him, and how it was gonna affect his swordplay. He can't be caught in a moment of weakness like grabbing his arm. No, he's got to stay sharp. Being caught off-guard isn't something he can afford.

Not in this place. It was becoming another living hell for him, he felt.]

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