001 - Welcome to the Bubble

[fistfullofmagic]

Who: Dhaos and anyone
Where: the Plaza
When: now
Style: any
Status: Open


[If one were to go to the plaza, they might see a tall blond man sitting on the ground looking utterly befuddled. Certainly an understandable reaction to the situation considering that last he knew he'd been bleeding to death, and yet here he was, sitting in an unknown place with only minor injuries and drenched to the bone. If this was the afterlife, it was more than a little strange.]

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[redcladidealist]

[Right. That sounds like a "yes" to him. Lloyd holds out his gloved left hand, offering to help the man stand up.]

I'm not sure where you came from, but it's probably a different world from this one. This world is Vatheon, and I was told that the coral is what brings people here. I don't know what it does to do that, but I know it can definitely heal. In fact, you should probably touch it at least every month. You get really sick if you go without touching it for too long.

hurp, forgot to change the icon the first time, ignore it

[fistfullofmagic]

[Dhaos blinks, then takes the offered hand, mentally filing the given information away for later. The boy's mana signature feels strange, and yet there's something about it that's achingly familiar. But where would he...?]

...Are you... from Aselia...?

I saw nothing~ 1/2

[redcladidealist]

Aselia?

[It only takes him one blink before it clicks.]

Oh! Yeah! Well, sort of. When I come from, we haven't reunited the worlds yet, so I'm from Sylvarant.

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[redcladidealist]

Wait. How'd you know I was from Aselia?

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[fistfullofmagic]

Your mana signature. It feels like an Aselian.

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[fistfullofmagic]

[The implication of the "we haven't reunited the worlds yet" statement then hits him. But that was...]

...You're from four thousand years before my time?

[redcladidealist]

Oh. I guess that makes sense. I didn't realize you could sense mana.

[Maybe he's an elf or a... half-elf...

That thought derails when Dhaos drops his own bombshell.]

Four thousand years? You're kidding! That would make me as old as Mithos the Hero!

[fistfullofmagic]

[And the bombardment is just beginning, now that Lloyd's mentioned Mithos.]

You know of Lord Mithos? So he still lives and my home has yet to be set adrift from your point in time?

[redcladidealist]

[Wait, no, that doesn't make sense. Lloyd's brow furrows in confusion.]

No, that's not what I meant. I mean, when I'm from, it's been four thousand years since he stopped the Kharlan War. There's no way Mithos could be alive after that long.

[A pause.]

Your home?

[fistfullofmagic]

He had magical assistance, or so my uncle told me, and what reason have I to doubt the word of one who was there?

[The boy's mana signature is now really bugging him. Who does it remind him of?]

Yes. My home, Derris-Kharlan.

[redcladidealist]

You mean... Mithos the Hero might still be alive?

[That's a startling thought. Not startling enough, though, to keep him from stiffening in response to Dhaos's answer. He's only heard Derris-Kharlan mentioned once, and that was by Kratos when he'd tried to take Colette.]

Derris-Kharlan?! But that's-!

[Without thinking, his hand drops to the hilt of his sword.]

Are you part of Cruxis?

[fistfullofmagic]

[The movement puts Dhaos on guard again. He'd really rather avoid a confrontation, but he's not sure that running is a viable option if it comes down to it. Still, the boy's reaction is something of a curiosity. Hadn't Uncle Kratos mentioned that it was only a fairly small number of people who knew the true purpose of Cruxis at the time, and fewer still who were against it? His next words are carefully chosen.]

If Cruxis still exists for you, he is alive. For me, Cruxis was disbanded more than three thousand years before my birth. My only concern is the welfare of my people and home.

[redcladidealist]

Disbanded?

[Lloyd echoes the word with an odd mixture of wariness and surprise. But, then, the guy had said he was from four thousand years in the future. That in and of itself is hard to believe - but if Zelos and Colette could be from a year or two in the future, why not someone from even further? And if he was from that far...

If Cruxis was disbanded...

Slowly, Lloyd relaxes. This guy probably didn't even know who he and his friends were, let alone be interested in hurting them, or taking Colette, or any of the things Lloyd had worried about when Dhaos had said that his home was Derris-Kharlan. Straightening from the defensive stance he'd taken, he drops his hand from his sword.]

I guess things are pretty different in the future. It's kind of hard to believe. And Mithos being alive... I wonder where he is.

So... are you a half-elf?

[When he asks the question, there's only curiosity in his voice. Most of the people in Cruxis are half-elves. Is that still true in their home four thousand years from his time?]

I'm Lloyd, by the way. Lloyd Irving.

[fistfullofmagic]

In essence, though four millennia of living on a planet made of mana has certainly changed...us...

[Any further words die on his lips at the revelation of who he was talking to. Lloyd Irving. The Lloyd Irving. The boy Kratos always talked about with such regard. Yeah, Dhaos is...going to check out for a minute to try and process this bit of info. Hope you don't mind the shocked stare.]

[redcladidealist]

Derris-Kharlan is made out of mana? Whoa, I had no idea.

[That's a lot of mana. Despite his own surprise, though, he notes Dhaos's sudden stare.]

Huh? You all right?

[Actually, come to think of it, he's been staring an awful lot, even before Lloyd showed up. Did he hit his head or something?

Maybe Lloyd should be checking for signs of a concussion.]

[fistfullofmagic]

[No, he's really not alright. Physically he's certainly doing better than he had been - a lack of a giant stab wound is generally quite an improvement - but mentally... Well, failing to save one's home planet from imminent destruction does no favors to those who's self-worth derives directly from the welfare of said planet. ...Not that he's at all prepared to the savior who reunited the two worlds that.

His expression closes off a bit once again.]

...Yes. I was just...not expecting to be greeted by a legend...

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd gives Dhaos a very odd look, one that's mixed with no small amount of confusion and concern. Definitely checking for signs of concussion now. Almost cautiously, he shakes his head.]

Uh... I'm not sure what you think you're seeing, but there aren't any legends here. I mean, unless you're talking about Mylantis, but I don't think this place is Mylantis, even if it's under water, too.

Are you sure you're not hurt?

[fistfullofmagic]

You are the legend, Lloyd Irving - the one who lead the group that brought down Cruxis and reunited the worlds. My un- the Elder told me stories about you when I was a child.

...I don't recall ever hearing of a "Mylantis" before though.

[He purposefully neglects to answer the question about his health. Hopefully the hero wouldn't notice that or his near slip about his Uncle.]

[redcladidealist]

No way. You're kidding. I'm in people's stories four thousand years from now?

[Fortunately for Dhaos, he just successfully derailed any thoughts Lloyd might have had about slip-ups he might have just made.]

Mylantis is a city that got sunk thousands of years ago. You only hear about it in stories, and no one knows if it's real. I guess people forgot about it when you're from.

[fistfullofmagic]

Indeed. I know not about on Aselia, but they yet survive on Derris-Kharlan as you were involved in big events in our history, and a handful of people from the time yet live. The story of Mylantis likely didn't survive because not a great deal of legends not confirmed to be based in history survived.

[A thought occurs to Dhaos.]

I've neglected to introduce myself. My name is Dhaos.

[redcladidealist]

[Dhaos's words leave Lloyd dumbstruck.]

Whoa, people from my time are still alive? Who? Maybe I know who they are!

Oh man, wait 'til I tell the others I'm a legend! They'll never believe it!

[Or maybe they'll believe it more than he might ever think.]

Dhaos, huh? Nice to meet you! No, better than nice. This is the coolest thing that's happened since I got here!

[fistfullofmagic]

Ah... Thank you...?

[Really, what else is one suppose to say to that? Of course, Lloyd may not be so pleased with the answer to his question.]

I'm sure you know our Elder at least. His name... is Kratos.

[redcladidealist]

[Just like that, Lloyd's pleased expression falls away. He stiffens with shock, drawing in a sharp breath.]

Kratos?

[Yeah, he doesn't sound happy to hear that at all.]

Dammit, he's still alive?

[He scowls darkly at the thought of the man.]

I bet he's still a jerk, isn't he. Even if Cruxis isn't around anymore, that doesn't mean he's changed.

[fistfullofmagic]

[Dhaos expression immediately loses the small bit of openness it had begun to take on. His next words carry all the warmth of the inner sanctum of Celsius' lair.]

I do not appreciate the tone you're taking when speaking of my mentor.

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[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd huffs and folds his arms, still scowling, not about to back down on this.]

He was my mentor, too. How do you think I know what he's like?