vatheon | 002

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Who: Richter and you!
Where: The plaza
When: Early evening of June 6th
Status: Open.
Style: Will write to match!

Well this is a curious change to behold. Just what are those blue things sticking out of Richter's hair? Whatever they are, Richter obviously doesn't like them. And he definitely was not amused by this curse. He had spent pretty much his entire life trying to blend in with the humans and avoid drawing attention to himself, even going so far as to grow his hair out to hide his pointed ears. And now, not only were his ears long enough to stick out past his hair, but he had these weird...hair-antennae things.

But Richter can't avoid eating, so today he has ventured out of the forest into the plaza to find something to eat before disappearing back into the trees. And despite his best efforts, he most likely won't be able to avoid interacting with someone before leaving the plaza again.

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Oh! Your name was... Richter, wasn't it?

[Zelda tilts her head at him curiously. It's a little difficult to remember, since they only met in that strange dream world. What's he turned into?]

Do you have any idea what you've become, yet?

[His ears are as long as hers! The antennae are strange, though. She resists the urge to touch them.]

Correct. And you are...Zelda?

[Richter has to fight the urge to hunch his shoulders. He's unhappy enough just being in public, being recognized is even worse ~~especially by the elf woman~~.]

I have no clue quite yet what I have become.

That's right. I haven't seen you since this world fused with another. You weren't injured, were you? You made it out alright?

[She smiles at him pleasantly, looking completely unbothered. She doesn't seem like she's changed... other than the key crest on her chest, of course.]

Just a few minor injures. Nothing debilitating. Did you make it out safely?

[Richter doesn't notice the key crest at first. Once he does see it, he frowns a bit. That can't possibly be what he thinks it is.]

Yes, I made it out without much trouble. After awhile, I simply fell asleep and woke back up here in Vatheon.

[She catches his gaze, touching the Key Crest and smiling.]

Are you from the world that has these? It's been quite an experience, being an angel this week. As far as curses go, it's not too terrible.

[Lloyd's already discovered that he's having to eat a lot more frequently of late. Not that he minds eating! Not at all! But it means he's been spending a lot more time out in the plaza finding food. Today is no exception, his stomach already rumbling as he heads down the street.

Not that that keeps him from stopping and staring when a somewhat familiar face passes by... with very unfamiliar additions. Sorry, Richter, Lloyd's staring at you.]

Whoa.

[Oh no, that's the last voice Richter wants to hear. He turns to look over his shoulder so he can look at Lloyd, but the antenna blocks his view and forces him to turn so he could see Lloyd. Richter glares after a moment.]

Must you stare?

Oh, uh, sorry.

[He rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. He looks away, as though to try not to stare anymore, then glances back at Richter.]

I just... And here I thought I had it bad.

[Not that there's anything obviously different about Lloyd, other than the fact that he's wearing a pair of jeans and a very loose shirt, as opposed to his trademark red and black clothes.]

You've been changed?

[Richter looks Lloyd up and down with a blank look before raising his eyebrows. My, how unimpressed he looks.]

I'm sure you've had it rough.

[Lloyd hadn't really meant to let that slip out, but hearing that tone of voice and seeing that look, he suddenly feels defensive. He folds his arms.]

Hey, just because I'm good at hiding it doesn't mean it's not true.

[Not so good as he'd like to think, though. Something wiggles under his shirt.]

And it's not easy to deal with, let me tell you.

[Richter's attention is caught by whatever is moving under Lloyd's shirt. What is that?]

Really now?

[This curse has not been good for Lloyd's temper. He gives the other man a mulish look at what he perceives is a disbelieving tone.]

You try breaking almost everything you touch even if you're not trying and see how you feel. And that's not even all of it.

[No, no it's not. Something brown and fuzzy is swinging down from under his shirt now, twitching with agitation. Is that some kind of animal tail?]

At least your ear things behave and stay out of the way.

[Assumptions are the greatest!]

[If Richter listens carefully, he may faintly hear singing coming from one of the rooftops. The words do not translate for some reason: perhaps they are meaningless, or perhaps they simply do not make sense without context. Whatever the case, if the Half-Elf-turned-Krytian looks up, he'll find the source is a blond in a red cloak. Perhaps he is familiar, though it might be slightly difficult to tell from a distance, especially with his eyes the wrong colour.]

[Well, those big ears aren't just for show. It takes Richter a moment to realize that the singing is coming from above him, and a few more to find the source. He squints, trying to figure out who it is, but even with his glasses he can't recognize Dhaos.]

Who's up there?

[Dhaos is slightly surprised someone actually noticed him. He's been up here for a good part of the afternoon and nobody else had. ...Well, at least upon closer inspection it appears to be someone he knows.]

Dhaos.

Dhaos?

[Richter frowns, squinting slightly.]

What are you doing up there?

...Avoiding people for the most part.

[They're a little harder to deal with when you're exponentially less powerful than usual. ...And Dhaos just likes high places in general.]

.....? [ Duke is studying you, Richter.

He's here for more tea. ]

Krityan, have become. [ Does he sound flatter than he had? Is there a little gold and red shiny hidden in his shirt collar? Very likely. ]

[Richter may not know Duke as well as some of the other residents in Vatheon, but he manages to pick up on the fact that there's even less inflection in his voice than usual, though he doesn't quite spot the shiny yet.]

Krityan? So I've turned into something from your world.

Correct. Were there Entelexeia, or those who have become them, it would be something you could understand whether it had speech of humans or not.

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