vatheon | 001 - Welcome to the Bubble

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001 - Welcome to the Bubble

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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[It's exceedingly hard to stay pissed off at someone when they're suddenly bawling their eyes out, especially a full grown man. Reluctantly, Zelos sheaths his sword, crossing his arms and putting all his weight on his right foot, uncomfortable at the sudden outpouring of emotion.

What had this guy been through, anyway?]

Hey, c'mon now...

[What? What?! Why is this large man crying and what does she do someone help - ]

[...nevermind, she knows what to do. She places her hands on his shoulders gently and speaks in the most soothing tone she can muster. Her mind quickly runs over the many things that could upset people over that explanation, finally settling on the one that calms her the most.]

It's alright. I know that it is a lot to take in, but rest assured that no time will pass in other worlds while you are here. Vatheon will be figured out eventually, don't despair.

[Had he been brought to Vatheon as little as two minutes before he was, this would have been comforting information. But if he were to return in the same state he had left... If that were so, then he had still failed. His sobs increase in frequency and volume at this notion.]

[Zelda's never seen someone quite that broken before. She imagines that it's similar to how she'd appeared to Shizuo after finding out about Link. There isn't anything to say to it, so she just gently draws his head to her shoulder with one arm and wraps the other about his shoulders, not moving from her kneeling position in front of him.]

[In dire need any small comfort, Dhaos clings to her with the same desperation as a drowning man to a piece of driftwood. It is some minutes before his sobs die down to the occasional hiccup. By this time, the shoulder of her dress is soaked with tears and a little snot.]

[Zelos remains quiet through the entire display, uncomfortable with such an outpouring of emotion but unwilling to simply walk off considering this man... he's from Derris Kharlan. Even if it's a ridiculous amount of time in the future, it still warrants his attention.]

[Zelda accepts the mess on her shoulder gracefully, though now she's keen to get home and change. Dhaos's clothes are still stiff with salt even if she dried them, so why not?]

Let's head indoors, alright? Our home is not far from here.

[She glances at Zelos as she says that. Surely he can't still think this man is an enemy? And even if he does... keeping him nearby means he can be observed.

It's only temporary, really.]

[Having mostly calmed for the moment, but still in no shape to speak, Dhaos simply nods against her shoulder. He then slowly lets go of her to allow the both of them to rise.]

[After such a scene, Zelos really has no choice but to go along with bringing the strange Seraph home. At least, he's pretty sure this guy is one of the Seraphim. If he's from Derris Kharlan, there's nothing else he could be.

With a look at Zelda, Zelos turns around and starts heading for home, folding his hands behind his head nonchalantly as he walks.]

[Zelda simply raises her shoulders at Zelos. What is she to do? The man obviously not alright. Leading Dhaos by the hand (a scene that becomes that much more comical once they're standing), she heads back home.]

[Dhaos follows silently, head down so that his hair mostly hides the look of utter misery on his face. He's not quite sure why the redhead dislikes him so much, but he's in no mood to protest.]

[It's not dislike anymore, but there's definitely a wary air around Zelos as he opens the door to head inside and plunks himself down on the couch to wait. Zelda can go about getting Dhaos comfortable, but the Chosen has questions once she's done with her mothering.]

Do you know how to use a bath?

[You can't ever assume these things in Vatheon, people. Zelda is far more comfortable turning on the faucet for someone BEFORE they take their clothes off, thank you. She leads Dhaos to the spa-like bathroom in the lower part of the house.]

...Yes.

[Granted, it had been a while since he'd seen a bath like this; indoor plumbing is rather difficult to manage when your castle is floating in the air, so he'd had to rely on magic. Still, the mechanisms look pretty much the same as the ones back home, so he can manage.

Indeed, it only takes a few minutes of fiddling with the taps after his gracious hostess leaves to get the water at an acceptable temperature. His cloak is shed easily enough, but the bodysuit gives him a bit more trouble, stiffened with salt and blood as it is. All and all, Dhaos is rather glad when he finally can focus on simply cleaning the dried blood from his skin.]

[Zelos plunks himself down in the living room with a distrustful air, one foot braced on the coffee table and arms crossed over his chest. That blonde guy may have burst into what at least looked like genuine tears, but that doesn't change the fact that he's from Derris Kharlan and it's cause from concern even if he's from the future. The redhead has no reason to believe this guy's even aware of Aselia though, seeing as how Kratos flew off into space with the place, but he had to be sure. Dhaos has some explaining to do.]

[Zelda takes off the tabard and outer layer of her dress, putting them in the laundry hamper. Oh, but that had been awkward. She sits near Zelos and massages her forehead.]

This was certainly unexpected.

Tcht. A little bit of an understatement, don't you think?

[He's obviously unhappy, nerves taught enough to begin to show some fraying that he's not bothering to hide, which in and of itself is worrisome. The fact that this guy exists at all, four thousand years older than himself (would he still be alive then? It's possible and the thought is unsettling) sticks in Zelos's craw and makes him want to barge in there and force answers right this minute.

He settles for tapping his heel on the floor in frustration.]

...please tell me you aren't going to start harassing that man again once he's out of the bath.

[Zelda looks quite stern about it. Like Zelos or not, what the tall man needs is clearly some sleep, not a game of 20 questions.]

Look, I've got questions that need answering and he's going to answer them.

[Nope, sorry Zelda, but he's gotta get his information asap. He needs to make sure they did their job back in his millenium.]

Very well. Just don't be cruel. I think something terrible must have happened before he arrived here.

[Something about whatever he lost strikes a chord with her. It hurts...]

[Meanwhile, all clean and (mostly) dry, Dhaos has noticed a bit of an issue. Cautiously, he makes his way over to the door and peaks his head out to inform the others of this development.]

I...don't have any spare clothing...

Oh! Oh...

[He's so tall, what can she possibly offer him? Even Zelos's massive pants will be a little awkward.]

I will go out and get you something, alright? Please use the bathrobe hanging in there in the meantime.

[That's going to be a lot of leg. Zelda hurries out of the house (after one last glance at Zelos reminding him to BE NICE) to find clothing that can fit a six foot seven man. At least everything in Vatheon is free!]

[Zelos waits several minutes of silence after Zelda makes her exit before speaking to Dhaos. He needs to know, not just what's happening in the Seraph's time, but what he's heard about his... and perhaps, maybe, he's morbidly curious if he's still living four thousand years from now. He's not sure what he wants that answer to be.]

So. You're an Angel, then.

...That is what we call ourselves, yes.

[Dhaos shifts uncomfortably. He has the feeling that he's not going to like where this line of questioning goes. The fact that the bathrobe was definitely not made for someone of his size, leaving him feel rather exposed, really doesn't help either.]

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Dhaos can tag back in at any time, or are we going to handwave him getting a room?

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