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]

[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.]