Who: Kratos Aurion and Vatheon
When: October 15th, morning
Where: Pendilium, the path from Pendilium to Ordo, Ordo
[Kratos had quite been looking forward to the end of the house arrest. Lloyd is clearly unstable, he wants to get back to work on gathering materials for a Rune Crest. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be in the cards for the terminally unlucky angel. Sunday at midnight, he finds himself suddenly trapped in a very familiar form - the arshis. Whether he's exactly the same as Noishe now or not, he can't be certain. Noishe was the last one remaining in their time, but there were more once, supposedly. Thankfully, he wasn't alone when he changed. Zelos was there as well, and he let him out in the morning when his release was scheduled.
He didn't have to laugh quite that much about it, though.
Curious if Yuan turned into anything, Kratos makes his first stop at Pendilium 3-1, pawing insistently at the door.
After that, he makes his way down and out of the apartments, heading over to the Ordo neighborhood. At least he'll be able to keep an eye on Lloyd like this.]
Who: Kratos, visitors, and his lovely guards
When: All week, Oct 7th - Oct 14th
Where: Pendilium, Floor 3, Apartment 4
Style: I'll follow!
Status: Semi-open, going to have to contact his guards first before you can "visit".
[To an angel as old as Kratos is, a week-long house arrest is essentially not a punishment at all. No, for Kratos, the punishment is in the company he is now forced to keep. There's nowhere to fly off to, he just has to deal with anyone that comes in that door. Non-violently.
This should be fun.]
Who: Rodi and everyone else!
Where: the plaza
Style: whichever you want!
Anyone who was at the plaza today would notice a scantily clad young woman lying on the ground nearby the coral. From afar she might had seemed unconscious, but one who came closer would realize she was only sleeping.
If anyone tried to wake her up she would only stir a little and mumble in her sleep:
"Lemme sleep... five more minutes."
Better wake her up quickly or else she was going to catch a cold.
Who: Yuan and anyone who wants to run into him!
Where: The plaza.
When: September 24th, late afternoon.
[When Yuan awoke, it was in the streets of Vatheon's middle district, around 2 PM. To say he was disoriented would be an understatement. To say he was paranoid this was another one of Mithos' tricks would also be an understatement- He was almost sure of that. Some sort of 'punishment' for betraying Cruxis' ideals. It'd be just like him.
But then he'd found the welcome brochure and began to read. The more of it he'd absorbed, the more his head started to hurt. It seemed more and more unlikely Mithos was responsible for this, but that knowledge did nothing to settle his anxiety. If there's one thing he didn't like, it was being 'stuck'. Was he really supposed to believe there was nothing he could do to get himself out of here? And who else was here?
He would use the communicator to ask these questions, but after looking it over, he decided he didn't trust this device as far as he could throw it. There was no telling who would be listening, after all. He pocketed it for future investigation, but there was no way in hell he would be using it right now. So instead, he decided to seek out this Welcoming Committee. It seemed to be his safest bet for getting more information.
Starting later in the afternoon, anyone would be able to find him in the plaza, either staring up at the welcome building indecisively or observing people as they passed by. At some point, he would actually enter the building to see if anyone was inside, only to return to the plaza afterwards.]
Who: Lloyd Irving and friends/visitors
Where: Zelda's house
When: Please specify the time of day! Any time of day from roughly 11:00 PM the night before and on is fair game.
Status: Open to people with any sort of reason to visit Zelda's house
[Kratos hadn't given Lloyd much say in the matter, and frankly Lloyd hadn't been up to arguing at the time. Still bloody and traumatized from being kidnapped and tortured, he hadn't resisted when his father had brought him to the safest place he could think of, the house shared by Zelda, Zelos, and Dhaos, where he'd been cleaned up and settled into a bed.
But no matter how he closed his eyes, no matter how he tried bury himself under every blanket he had, he couldn't sleep. He couldn't sleep. Every time he tried, his mind snapped back to knives and needles and pain and a smile as Kvar laughed and ripped his Exsphere out and gray-green hands reached out to slaughter all his friends.
He wouldn't get any sleep that night, and anyone who came into his room before morning would find him sobbing brokenly. Later in the day, it would be easier to talk, but it would still be rough. Nightmares have a way of lurking in shadows even when you're awake.]