Panic time

[zelda_hylia]

Who: Zelda and anyone that comes across her
Where: Hiding throughout Vatheon - less populated places (forest, island, etc)
When: All day after the curse begins!
Style: Either
Status: Open, but Zelda says it's closed. Ignore her.

[Upon figuring out that the little bubble that she couldn't get rid of was displaying her thoughts, Zelda had no choice but to leave the house before Zelos saw. She really didn't have any romantic feelings for him, but she was still a teenager and that kiss was playing on repeat. Even though she doesn't want anyone else to see inside her mind either, at least it wouldn't be ruining the friendship she had with Zelos if they did.

And so the princess is wandering in the least populated parts of Vatheon that she can find, looking very sulky.]

Comments

[bufudine]

[Serph stays still for her to draw him. He has a good sense of where she is and what she's doing, despite having no eyes to see with. But her words regarding experimental subjects... He has some memories of something, and they manifest in a confused jumble of brain wave data, molecular formulas and images of cells in his bubble. Serph quickly shakes off those fragmented memories, bubble returning to water.]

Stand back, when you're done.

[Because he will give Zelda a demonstration of how those blades work with his right arm, since she's so interested in this form. When he does so, his right arm splits open at the arm slits, the blade unfolding and flicking out into his hand within a split second.]

[zelda_hylia]

[The extent to which his arm splits is startling. It looks like it would be painful to her. She sketches that quickly as well before stepping back, smiling softly to herself.]

Thank you, Serph.

[For the distraction. She truly appreciates that he allowed her to focus on something like this instead of her losses. He didn't probe her about them, and for that she finds herself thinking of him fondly.]

[bufudine]

[Serph's always been a big fan of giving people space and not poking his nose too deeply into other peoples' business. But then again, most of the people he knows trusted him from the very beginning.

He gives Zelda a small nod in acceptance of her thanks. Flicking the blade back within his arm with an audible sound, Serph reverses the transformation process, reverting back to his human form. His tattoo glows blue before fading to its usual solid black.]

May I see your drawings?

[He's curious! Art isn't a thing in his world, after all.]

[zelda_hylia]

Of course you may.

[She moves over near him, flipping her notebook to the first sketch. It looks like a drawing from an anatomical book, with no real style or artistic value but a lot of technical detail. Serph would easily be able to recognize it as his demon form. The speculation on his musculature in her notes compares him to a Zora.]

[bufudine]

[It's a drawing that he'd expect to see from Gale. Very technical, very precise, full of observations.

He tilts his head when he reads the comparison, though.]

What is a Zora?

[zelda_hylia]

A Zora is an amphibious race of people from my homeworld.

[She thinks of a Zora, gesturing with her head for Serph to look at her thoughts.]

Some are even capable of using those fins on their forearms in battle.

[bufudine]

[Serph openly looks at Zelda's bubble while it holds the image of a Zora, carefully observing the sleek skin and strange appendages. He nods before handing back the sketchbook.]

Thank you for sharing some of your world with me. I would like to learn more of it, when you have control over what you wish for me to know.

[zelda_hylia]

I would be happy to share. I appreciate seeing your transformation, as well. We'll have to speak again soon.

[She tucks the book under her arm and waves politely.]

[bufudine]

[He gives a nod, both in acknowledgement and in farewell.]

Another time, then.

[And with that, he'll leave Zelda to be alone with her thoughts.]