vatheon | (i)

Entry tags:

(i)

Who: Mithos and you!
Where: Next to Lamufao.
When: RIGHT NOW.
Style: Action tags.
Status: Open!

[ By the time Mithos arrives, he's soaked and looks like a drowned kitten. Coughing up lung-fulls of water, he sputters something about 'Pronyma' and being stupid. When he first arrives, it looks at first like he's someone else entirely, before reverting to this form; his child form. The change happens too quickly for anyone to tell that he was just in the form of Lord Yggdrasill; he just looks like a glowy ball. ]

P-Pronyma, what are you-- [ Cough, cough. By the time he finally gets up, he looks dazed, still disoriented, and still trying to steady his breathing. The Cruxis Crystal may mean he doesn't need food or sleep, but he still needs to breathe. The explosions of stars in his eyes gone, he looks up at the coral, clutching his side, where he had been hit by a Demon Fang earlier after having fought Lloyd's party in his Yggdrasill form only one day earlier; they had fared better than their first time around (despite still losing), and actually landed a few noteworthy hits on him. He still hadn't recovered from that, and another Demon Fang on an already sore spot was quite painful. ]

Wha... where am I?

[ Rodyle's Human Ranch? No, not unless Rodyle embezzled Desian funds to COMPLETELY RENOVATE THE ENTIRE RANCH WITHOUT HIS PERMISSION. This... this was something else entirely. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh... yeah, I'm fine.

[ Sort of. Though healing does sound nice right about now. Her voice is strangely similar to that of his sister... ]

I was just in a fight, that's all.

[ He takes ahold of the brochure, and begins to rifle through it. He doesn't even look at the sandwiches. ]

If you're certain. Don't push yourself. Once you have finished reading that you can take a shower if you like, there's one right in the Center here. I can dry your clothing if you leave it out.

[Zelda gestures to the shower. She steps away to make a little tea, mostly for the warming effect. He's soaked, after all! She doesn't say anything else for now, the sound of gently clinking pots is the only thing breaking the silence.]

Edited 2012-04-17 06:00 (UTC)

I just need a gel.

[ It doesn't occur to him that Zelda wouldn't know what that is. And while he has been covered in salt water, a shower doesn't sound that bad... even if he loathes the idea of undressing in front of someone he doesn't even know. ]

Yeah... I guess so.

[ And then he walks off, shutting the door the the shower behind him. A second later, it opens a crack, and he tosses his clothes out, shutting it again quickly, the door locking behind him. ]

[A gel... so he is from the same world as Zelos, then.

While the pot of tea is heating up, she moves and picks up his clothes, washing them quickly and drying them with a spell that seems to be a combination of wind and heat. She places them outside the bathroom door and mulls over if she should call Zelos over or not.

Probably not. He hadn't reacted well to the last person with this sort of mana who had arrived.]

Edited 2012-04-17 06:24 (UTC)

[ After a rather quick, rushed shower, the door opens a crack, and a small arm reaches out to grab his clothes, and the door slams shut again. A few minutes later, Mithos emerges, his hair brushed neatly, and appearing much better than before. He sniffs the air, and blinks. ]

The tea smells... nice.

[ Similar to the kind of tea his sister used to make, actually. ]

I'm glad you think so. I didn't have much experience with making it myself before ending up here in Vatheon.

[She's been here for half a year now, though, so she's had plenty of time to practice. Zelda brings a cup over to Mithos and holds it out.]

Here you are. Be sure to drink it all so that you don't catch a cold, hmm?

[ Mithos takes the glass of tea, and takes a sip. It's been forever since he's ever had something like this. Ever since getting the Cruxis Crystal, he's never really needed it. ]

Thanks.

[ It's said quietly, and meekly, as he takes a nother sip, occasionally glancing up at Zelda. ]

Where are you from?

[ Heimdall? ]

Likely not the same world as you, I'm afraid. I'm from a planet called Demari, from the country of Hyrule.

[She points up at one of her ears. The quick glance earlier was not missed.]

I am part of a race known as Hylians. From what I've been able to gather during my time here in Vatheon, the closest commonly known race to my own is called "elves". And where are you from?

[ "Hylians?" Well... it's not human, and it's not exactly an elf, either. Maybe she wasn't so bad. ]

I'm from...

[ What should he say? Aselia? Cruxis? ]

... from a city called 'Heimdall.' I'm a half-elf.

[ ... close enough. ]

[She has no reaction to him calling himself a half-elf, and only displays curiosity at the name of the city.]

Heimdall?

[It sounds vaguely familiar. Had she read about it in the library? She isn't sure... the boy seems a little secretive, though, so she doesn't pry.]

Well, it was nothing like this place, I am sure. You seem to be about as much of an underwater creature as I am!

I'm not an underwater person at all.

[ He notices the reaction - or lack thereof. Then she really was from an entirely different world... maybe things were different here. And Heimdall wasn't anything like here. It was full of people who hated him, and nobody approached him the way she and a few others have. ]

This tea is nice.

[ He takes another sip, and feels a bit warmer already. ]

It has chamomile in it. If it makes you sleepy, we can head back to my place. It is in the middle district here. We can also find you a place of your own if you prefer. Housing is free here, after all.

[No, Zelda has absolutely no qualms about inviting people over to her house. She's become much more accepting of visitors after having Zelos invade her space for so long. Besides, this is just a kid! And it seems like he's a little overwhelmed, or confused, or... something.]

[ Mithos nods, his eyelids indeed drooping a bit. ]

Thank you, Zelda...

[ And a yawn. Why was she being so good to him? When he didn't think he did much to deserve it? He was a half-elf! She should be leaving him here, not... making him tea and bringing him home like a stray puppy! ]

[He obviously IS a stray puppy, at least in her eyes. If she knew his true age and more about how he's behaved, chances are she would be more cautious in offering her home. But for now...]

Of course. We've all been brought here together, so we should be able to depend on each other. We certainly can't depend on the locals.

[Mithos doesn't look quite young enough for her to offer her hand to him as she starts for the door, but she does motion for him to come along and walk slowly.]

[ Cautiously, the angel does follow her, listening to her. Of course he won't try to depend on the locals, they're humans. Whether they hate half-elves or not, he wouldn't dare trust any of them. Humans are all the same, regardless of where they're from. ]

If you say so...

[ She's been far more cordial to him than anyone else so far, and she's a "hylian." That's a start, at least. It's probably a good thing that she doesn't know who he really is, though; Zelos definitely doesn't need to know that, though if he sees him, he'll know immediately. ]

[She glances over her shoulder at him, vaguely amused.]

I do.

[As much as she says it, though, Zelda doesn't trust everyone in Vatheon. Hell, her neighbor is a crazed murderer. She doesn't trust him! Even so, she'd be likely to help him if the city inflicted something on him. No real progress is ever going to be made in this place until people start working together.

As they head towards the Ordo neighborhood, she points out the path that leads to the library as well as the one that leads to the park. Nowhere else is really on the way, so her short tour only includes that much. Judging from her expression when she says "library", she considers it to be one of the more important locations in the city.

It's only a fifteen minute walk at a good pace to get to the Ordo neighborhood. If Mithos isn't too sleepy, it's possible he'll even be able to sense Zelos from the doorstep.]

Here we are! Let me just see who is home.

[Zelos didn't react well to the last person with mana like this, after all. But this one is only a child!]

[They may be able to sense Zelos from the doorstep, but that goes both ways. Instead of a shot of panic as the Chosen expects, a deathly calm settles over him in feeling Mithos's familiar mana. There isn't a point in making himself scarce; the little despot will just find him again if he so chooses...

The difference here, Zelos has to reminds himself, is that Mithos has no real control over him in Vatheon. There's no Chosen system, no Seles to use as a barg-...

Ah.

He does have something to lose, doesn't he. He's made new friends and Lloyd, Colette, and Raine are here as well. A strength at times but here a weakness, a way for Mithos to manipulate him, a way for Zelos to have put people in danger.

Yet the Chosen still remains icily calm as he opens the door, though that ever present smile of his is nowhere to be seen, just a cold steel gaze.]

Mithos. Didn't think I'd ever see you again.

[ Mithos patiently listens to Zelda, and doesn't make too many comments about the tour. He doesn't really care about the library; he could care less about the humans of this world, though if there is indeed information there about his own world, he wouldn't mind knowing about his future, especially if Cruxis disbanded.

Following Zelda to her appartment, he immediately senses Zelos, so when the door opens, he isn't the least bit surprised to see him - nor is he the least bit friendly. ]

Zelos.

[ All the greeting he's getting. He squeezes Zelda's hand as he stares down Tethe'allan Chosen. ]

[Not only is Zelos calling this boy "Mithos", Mithos... apparently knows her housemate, too. The princess looks shocked for a split second before composing herself. She flicks a searching look back at Mithos when he takes her hand (though she doesn't pull away), then turns to Zelos, trying to silently communicate that she had no idea this was his worst enemy. How could she have known?]

I see you two are already acquainted.

[To put it mildly. How she manages to not sound strained while saying that is anyone's guess.]

Oh yeah. Mithos and I go way back. You could say we're old friends.

[If friends plot genocide, that is.

He's incredibly unsettled, his eyes remaining on the shorter blonde. He hates this form more than Yggdrasil, really. Looking like Colette, so unassuming and wide-eyed and innocent. What a joke. All that keeps Zelos calm is the fear that Mithos might tell Zelda exactly how far Zelos had gone. He'd told her he almost messed everything up but Mithos knew the entire extent. He couldn't antagonize him outright or he'd call Zelos out for what he really is: A traitor.

The redhead steps aside, allowing the other two access to the house. Even if he can't stand the thought of Mithos being there, holding Zelda's hand (he can clearly picture himself cutting the offending hand off, for that matter) he has to know when Mithos is from, has to make sure he's not from after they'd finally killed the little bastard.]

[ Oh, Zelda, you have no idea.

Mithos is fully aware that he has no real control over Zelos here. He has nothing left to hold over his head, and unless Lloyd is aware of what Zelos did, that's about it. Even if Mithos is by no means afraid of Zelos, he knows something Mithos doesn't - his future. And something tells him that he shouldn't look forward to what that might be.

Mithos would choose not to answer Zelda's question, and simply follow Zelda inside, if she went in. He didn't want to stray far from her side - naive as it might be, he trusted her far more than the Chosen of Tethe'alla. ]

[And go in she does, because doing anything else at this point draws attention to the (rather obvious) tension in the air. She doesn't want them to start fighting, and if acting oblivious to the fact that they're practically growling and snapping at each other will prevent it, then Zelda is going to act completely oblivious.]

There's a guest room right this way. It isn't much, but it should be fine until you can find a place that suits you.

[There, see Zelos? He's not staying FOREVER... She leads him upstairs and pauses in front of Shizuo's old room. He might have only been there for a few days, but she still thought of it as his. Looking a little wistful, Zelda opens the door.]

[Honestly the only way Zelos wishes Mithos would stay is dead. He reminds the Chosen of pretty much everything terrible he's ever done and while it was mostly his own fault, Mithos is far from guiltless.

For now, he just waits until he can get Zelda alone long enough and far enough away from Mithos' angelically enhanced hearing to berate her for bringing home random strays. Again. She's going to be the death of him, he swears.

Problem being if Mithos figures Zelos actually cares about Zelda, he'll use her as incentive for the red-head to do his bidding; Lloyd and the girls are already known to him so they're another matter, but Zelda he can still snub in Mithos's presence to throw him off. He really has no idea what Mithos would make him do, or why even in this place since there's really nothing to drive the Seraph with his sister elsewhere, but that's simply Zelos's opinion of Mithos. He just assumes he'll be used.]

[ Mithos shoots another glare at Zelos, and nods at Zelda. ]

Thanks. I'll look around tomorrow. I need some time to think.

[ Think. Not sleep. Mithos, like Kratos, doesn't need to sleep, eat, or drink. About the only 'normal' health concerns he has are hygiene and possibly disease. Shutting the door behind him, he goes to the window, and reads that brochure Zelda had given him back at the coral. ]

[His choice of words is definitely noted by the princess - she already knows that Zelos doesn't have to sleep. Not for any physical reasons, at least.]

I will be downstairs, then.

[She smiles and waves as Mithos shuts the door, then turns to Zelos, steeling herself for an argument. It doesn't need to be said that he wants to have a discussion, she knows he does. Zelda heads downstairs as she said she would, prepared for an incredibly uncomfortable discussion.]

Edited 2012-04-21 01:33 (UTC)

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

awww Mithos that face, so cute!

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

D'awww, taking Mithos home

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Mithos is gonna walk off for a while, feel free to have your quarrel!

Gosh Zelda's just so excited for it!