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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[chosen_gigolo]

[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_hylia]

[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.]

[fistfullofmagic]

[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.]

[chosen_gigolo]

[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.]

[zelda_hylia]

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.]

[fistfullofmagic]

...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.]

[chosen_gigolo]

[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_hylia]

[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.

[chosen_gigolo]

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.]

[zelda_hylia]

...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.]

[chosen_gigolo]

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.]

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

[zelda_hylia]

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...]

[fistfullofmagic]

[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...

[zelda_hylia]

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!]

[chosen_gigolo]

[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.

[fistfullofmagic]

...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.]

[chosen_gigolo]

[The robe was the last thing on Zelos' mind at the moment. Angels. Derris Kharlan. Still after four thousand years...]

You say you don't remember Mithos? How old are you, then?

[fistfullofmagic]

[Dhaos opens his mouth as if to answer, then shuts it again, and ponders the question for a moment.]

...I...don't actually know. Less than two centuries I believe...?

[chosen_gigolo]

[You get a sigh for that Dhaos. And then a question Zelos really doesn't want to ask, but his curiosity is a powerful thing.]

Is Kratos still alive then?

[It's slight, but he clenches his hands on his arms. Damn does he hate Kratos. He can't decide if he wants the answer to be that the guy's dead or that he's sill living in guilt.]

[fistfullofmagic]

[Dhaos eyes Zelos. There doesn't seem a point in lying about it, but... Well, he gets the feeling that telling you all the details is probably not a good idea.]

...Last I knew. I have...been away for quite some time.

[And by "quite some time" he means "multiple times your age." He feels a pang of sadness at the realization that he'd likely been traveling far longer than he'd spent time at home.]

[chosen_gigolo]

[Ugh, so he was still alive millenia in the future. Ugh, screw that guy!]

Is that how you got so beaten up? Traveling?

[Zelos's tone warms up slightly. A non-hostile approach seems to be working better for information, so he'll keep up with that avenue.]

I know of Derris Kharlan. I'm from Aselia, after all. Have you heard of it?

[It's a stupid test, really, but Zelos has to be sure Kratos took that damn place away and truly didn't return.]

[fistfullofmagic]

[Though he's not showing it, Dhaos is still a tad suspicious of you Zelos. Attempting to stab people for saying one thing to you does not a good first impression make. Still, he'd rather not accidentally set the redhead off again by being uncooperative, so he'll at least answer.]

Aselia was the last stop on my very long journey...and had this place not intervened, my grave. [He sounds unnaturally calm about this fact. Only the slightest tinge of loneliness colours his otherwise toneless voice.]

[chosen_gigolo]

[The answer calms Zelos down, surprisingly. So... Dhaos was one of those poor suckers who ended up here after they'd died. The tension goes out of his shoulders and tone at that. Poor bastard.]

Yeah, Vatheon does that.

[zelda_hylia]

[As promised, Zelda's back with clothes that look like they're actually fit Dhaos. It's just a plain robe, white in color with long sleeves - but at least it doesn't tie shut. She wasn't sure of his measurements, so she got one that looked long enough and fairly loose.]

Alright, I'm back! I hope this will do for now. Everything is free here, so you can look for something that suits you later.

[fistfullofmagic]

[Dhaos takes the clothes with a quietly mumbled 'thank you' and retreats once again to the bathroom. He emerges a few minutes later, now dressed and with his hair back in some semblance of order, still looking a bit unsure of what to do with himself.]