Dream/Video, arrival in the plaza

[fatherlineface]

Dream

It's hard to say who exactly is the one dreaming - it seems like more of a memory, playing from behind the eyes of the one that lived it. There's a plainly dressed brunette woman playing with a small boy nearby, a toddler still really. Though both of them are dirty and a little tired looking, through the eyes of the person watching they're the most beautiful sight imaginable. The boy turns and toddles near, holding his hands out. The viewer lifts him up, earning a gleeful little laugh for his troubles.

"Ride?" the boy asks.

A deep voice responds, "All right, Lloyd."

And the dream cuts out as he starts to regain consciousness.



Action

Kratos opens his eyes, just barely finding the strength to sit up. If this is the afterlife, should he feel so weak? It's certainly not what he expected.

Comments

[action]

[chosen_gigolo]

[Great. Fucking fantastic. Let's just make his night, shall we? Take a brick of childhood trauma, stir in a handful of Kratos telling him what to do, then top off with a dash of Yggdrasil getting in everyone's faces and voila! The living hell that is the tragic life of Zelos Wilder.

He's just going to turn back around and stand here quietly while the other angels finish and hope to whatever or whoever is listening that he continues to not be addressed.]

[action]

[fistfullofmagic]

[Dhaos blinks at the sudden transformation. That was...different. Then he begins to feel rather irritated that even here he was being brushed aside dismissed again. And wasn't that ultimately why he was here in the first place? His brow furrows as he remembers someone who had been caught in the crossfire caused by this sort of situation.]

...I hope Martel is unharmed... [The utterance is barely worth calling a whisper, and not something he thinks would really catch any of the other angels' attention, absorbed in conversation as they are.]

[action]

[fatherlineface]

[He has excellent hearing just like any angel, so his eyes actually flit to Dhaos before he focuses on Mithos again.]

Everything?

[There's more than a hint of incredulity in his voice there. Surely not. Mithos held the Eternal Sword, he could bend time and space if he so chose - and he says he can't get out of this place? Unless they really are in some sort of hell.

Even Mithos wouldn't be able to escape that.]

[action] Sorry for the lateness.

[martelapproves]

[ Mithos seemed to wince at Dhaos' mention of Martel. He still hadn't gotten over what Colette had informed him of in regards to his sister.

And then, he realizes who Dhaos is. Lloyd mentioned another angel being from 4,000 years later in his world. No wonder Mithos didn't recognize him. ]

Martel... she's still alive in your world?

[ Then Colette wasn't lying to him. Martel did survive, even if it was as a Summon Spirit.

As Kratos asked his question, he turned back to Zelos for a second as if to gauge his interest in the conversation. Then, Mithos outstretched his hand, and the Eternal Sword appeared. Shimmering purple and silver, the sword hovered in front of Mithos' hand for a moment. A pulse of purple that could be described as warm, yet wrong, Mithos would dismiss the sword shortly after. ]

The Eternal Sword can't return us. I don't think the rules of our own world apply to this one.

[action] Later than you! (not... proud of this though sob)

[chosen_gigolo]

I coulda told you that.

[Mentally, Zelos groans at himself. Why does he always have to open his big mouth? Why exactly? He doesn't want involved in this conversation at all!

He does want to know how it goes, though, so... he stays. He stays and shifts his feet and frowns at the fact that Mithos has the Eternal Sword. When he'd first arrived, Zelos made a mental list of all the things that could have possibly gotten him back home. The Eternal Sword in all its great power had been one of them and to see the possibility shut down was not comforting in the slightest.]

[action] it's a chain of lateness

[fistfullofmagic]

[Dhaos can't help but slightly recoil at the sight of the Eternal Sword.]

Th-that...infernal blade...!

[Why? he asks himself. Why did that sword have to haunt him even here, so far removed from Aselia? That sword which had been an instrument of so much suffering even before his time. To the others gathered it may be a symbol of power, and perhaps even hope; to him, it only means pain and death.

If anyone were to bother to look over, they'd notice that Dhaos has begun to hyperventilate, and all the blood appears to have drained from his face. It takes just a moment more before his brain finally decides that it simply cannot handle so many emotions so rapidly. He's only partially aware of sinking to his knees as the blackness on the edges of his vision completely steals his sight. Dhaos doesn't even feel it when he hits the ground.]

[action]

[fatherlineface]

[When the other angel hits the ground Kratos almost feels jealous. He's so tired, he can hardly keep standing. He leans against the coral to keep himself from joining Dhaos on the ground, then straightens and blinks suddenly. Well then! He takes a moment to sort the information he's been told, now with a clearer mind.]

It seems there are many strange things in this world. Time is already warped here, it makes sense that the Eternal Sword would not function as it usually does.

[action]

[martelapproves]

[ Mithos watches Dhaos' over-the-top reaction, raising an eyebrow and blinking rapidly. What Zelos had said barely even registered in his mind.

Why would an angel react so strongly to the Eternal Sword? What made it so bad that someone from the future would react so strongly to it?

As he passed out, Mithos walked over towards Dhaos, and reached for a towel, bringing it to his forehead. ]

What's his problem?

[ Mithos asked. He couldn't tell what Dhaos was; human, half-elf, or otherwise. ]

He's an angel. Neither of you are going to help?

[action] *slips in here before Reiko, eat it Reiko!*

[fatherlineface]

Of course. My apologies, I was not thinking clearly.

[Able to move without shaking, Kratos kneels by the larger man, checking his pulse and breathing. It seems as if he's just passed out from shock, there's nothing particularly wrong with him.]

Hmm.

[chosen_gigolo]

[Arg, forget this! He can't let Mithos pull another minion into his little band of misfit angels. Zelos goes over to Dhaos and unceremoniously hoists him up and flops him over his shoulder. It looks ridiculous, Dhaos being a much taller man than the Chosen, but it'll work for now.]

Don't worry about it. He's staying with me and Zelda anyway so I'll just take him home. Just overwhelmed, probably.

[martelapproves]

I don't remember him being there, Zelos.

[ Mithos shoots back with a glare, but does nothing to stop him from lifting the angel up. ]

Fine. Whatever.

[ Mithos turns to Kratos then, looking up at the taller angel. ]

Did you touch the coral?

[fatherlineface]

I did. It has restorative properties, evidently.

[What he had just done to be so low on mana is something he will never admit to Mithos. He can't, it would be catastrophic. Even after all that Mithos has done, all the wrongs he has committed... he still feels guilty for going back on that promise.]

[chosen_gigolo]

He was recovering in the downstairs bedroom.

[Don't get your panties in a wad. He would have said it out loud but antagonizing Mithos when he was already clearly on edge is probably on the top ten list of stupidest moves ever. With a sigh, Zelos pops his wings and takes off back towards the middle district to drop off Dhaos but still hopefully avoid Zelda. Damnit he just doesn't want to deal with anyone right now. All the good yelling at Kratos did for his mood is totally undone.]

[martelapproves]

[ Mithos watches Zelos leave, until he's only an orange and red speck in the sky. When he was out of view, Mithos turns back to Kratos. ]

Let's go, too. We're the only two angels here with any sense.

[fatherlineface]

[So his lot has been cast in with Mithos again... so be it.]

Where will we go?

[The marks and the fact that everything here is free has not been explained to Kratos just yet. His clothes are still stiff with salt, it's obvious that he's just arrived.]

[martelapproves]

We can get a house here for free. We just need to find one.

[ Mithos turned away from Kratos, looking back towards the city. ]

Somewhere without humans would be nice.

[fatherlineface]

[It feels as if Mithos always forgets that Kratos himself was once human. Though... truthfully, he doesn't consider himself as such anymore.]

That may be difficult here. It seems as if it is a somewhat restricted enclosure. Is there a map we could look at?

[martelapproves]

Yeah.

[ Mithos walked over towards the nearby cart with the towels, and withdraws one of the brochures. He then hands it to Kratos. ]

[fatherlineface]

Hmm. It seems as if most of the housing is in the lower district... there does not seem to be anything particularly out of the way. Where is Zelos staying?

[If he can help it, Kratos will pick a place that's far away. He has nothing to gain in antagonizing Tethe'alla's Chosen.]

[martelapproves]

Ordo Three, near the library.

[ He leans back against the cart. ]

Why, does anything look interesting to you?

[fatherlineface]

Not in particular. We do not get along, though. I would prefer to avoid the Chosen if possible.

[Considering the blows that Zelos had just dealt him, "prefer" is an understatement. If Mithos forces him, though, he'll interact with Zelos.]

[martelapproves]

Fine by me.

[ Mithos looks at the brochure again. ]

What about the Ikashun Apartments? They have three bedrooms. We'd have our privacy, at least.

[fatherlineface]

That should suffice.

[Not that Kratos particularly cares about his own privacy. What does he need it for? He's nearly as stunted as the other angels of Derris-Kharlan, lacking any real drive to do much of anything on his own. He can understand that Mithos at least might want a place to retreat, though.]

Shall we?

[martelapproves]

Of course.

[ And Mithos teleports the both of them away. ]

[fatherlineface]

[He's just tired, in every way possible. He doesn't exactly flop on the couch the moment Mithos teleports them, but he does sit down without even so much as scoping out their surroundings - something he always does.

It would be nice if he were still human so that he could sleep. He thinks he's forgotten how.]