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

[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.]