Zelos Wilder (
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vatheon2012-03-13 07:51 pm
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Who: Zelos and whoever finds him
Where: On the island at the beach, waaaaaay far down the beach, trying to avoid sharing his thoughts
When: All day and well into the evening
Style: Any is fine
Status: Open!
[This month was already shaping up to be Zelos's worst yet here in Vatheon. Not only had that illness curse knocked him out for way too long, his own stupidity had lead to not only him making an idiot of himself - that he could handle and often did on purpose - but brought to light some things he was not prepared to deal with, so when this curse displayed every single morbid thought or memory that crossed his mind, he decided to do just as his roommate had done and get the hell out of dodge.
Unfortunately, Vatheon is a small enough bubble that the Chosen had a hard time actually getting away from people. The furthest cranny he could find, and thus where he'd rooted himself, was the beach up on the island and so the day finds him pacing the beach, having discarded his shoes in favor of walking barefoot on the sand and idly picking up shells, trying to clear his mind of anything in particular. He's managed to keep his thoughts on the sand and the surf so far, with the occasional thought of Altamira's warm sun or brilliant fireworks.
We'll see how long that'll last.]
Where: On the island at the beach, waaaaaay far down the beach, trying to avoid sharing his thoughts
When: All day and well into the evening
Style: Any is fine
Status: Open!
[This month was already shaping up to be Zelos's worst yet here in Vatheon. Not only had that illness curse knocked him out for way too long, his own stupidity had lead to not only him making an idiot of himself - that he could handle and often did on purpose - but brought to light some things he was not prepared to deal with, so when this curse displayed every single morbid thought or memory that crossed his mind, he decided to do just as his roommate had done and get the hell out of dodge.
Unfortunately, Vatheon is a small enough bubble that the Chosen had a hard time actually getting away from people. The furthest cranny he could find, and thus where he'd rooted himself, was the beach up on the island and so the day finds him pacing the beach, having discarded his shoes in favor of walking barefoot on the sand and idly picking up shells, trying to clear his mind of anything in particular. He's managed to keep his thoughts on the sand and the surf so far, with the occasional thought of Altamira's warm sun or brilliant fireworks.
We'll see how long that'll last.]

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If Zelos doesn't want to talk, that's fine. Cielo knows from experience when to push and how much. In this situation? The answer is not at all.]
Then what you need is something to take your mind off it, ja?
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Sometimes this place just gets to a guy, y'know?
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I could fly for you. Or we can do something you find fun.
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Right, yeah, flying. Flying's good!
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It takes him only a short amount of time to build up speed and soon enough, he's circling around the area, making sharp turns, performing loops, spins, and barrel rolls, and dives. But that's not all he does: he also charges up his electricity magic and this time, his target is himself. Single strikes, multiple bolts, he aims for himself and each time, he dodges his own magic.
This was originally something he came up with to improve his reflexes and speed, but it only occurred to him recently that maybe it would be entertaining for someone to watch.
And maybe he wants to show off every once in a while.]
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Flight is something that's always interested Zelos, and one of the few things he can honestly say he likes about his Cruxis Crystal, though he mostly hates himself for putting it on, selling himself out through cowardice willingly when so many were forced into such things, Colette included. His bubble shifts to when they'd mounted his crystal in the crest, the excruciating pain evident on his face when they'd grafted the gem not simply to his skin but to his soul, changing how his body processed mana and granting him elongated life, wings, and various other boons but at a price...
Even if Cruxis had been defeated and the Chosen system abolished, he still felt he was paying that price, but at least he had the wings. He wonders if Cielo would mind if he joined him up there, once he stopped shooting electricity everywhere that is.]
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Pretty good, ja?
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[He even claps a bit, then grins and pops his wings back out, an array of shining gold petals floating from his back.]
How about a race?
[His bubble rolls through several courses they could take around the island and finally settles on one unlikely to encounter monsters but long enough to give them some good exercise.]
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I'm the fastest in my Tribe. You won't beat me.
[One would be hard pressed to find anyone faster than him anywhere in the Junkyard, not just in the Embryon. If there was anything he prided himself on, it was his speed, either as a human or a demon.]
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[Actually he's pretty certain Cielo will probably beat him. He's only had his wings for a year or so now and the opportunity to fly doesn't come often. Still, he's quite pleased just to get in the air again, his bubble brightening up and filling again with clouds and the ground speeding on by.]
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Whenever you're ready, ja?
[And this is one of the reasons he likes Vatheon. How many opportunities does did he get to do something like this in the Junkyard? Close to zero. He usually never had the time for casual flying and he was lucky if it was even safe enough for him to rise up fifty feet above the ground.]
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Ready...
Set...
......
Go!
[And off he zooms, red hair flaring out behind him like a comet tail, following the route he'd worked out in his head. His bubble, however, is for once completely blank. It's simply a bright and happy yellow.]
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If he thought flying was fun, having someone else to fly with was even better. There were others who could fly back where he came from, sure, but not like this. It was mostly work back then - reconnaissance, battle, or patrolling, mostly, and most of them couldn't come even close to his speed.
Only here can he just let loose and tear up the sky. It won't be long before the two of them make a full lap around the island.]
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He does a roll in midair, watching the ground become sky and the sky become ground and back again, laughing brightly as Cielo passes him up. He rights himself and races after, having no hope of keeping pace but he never gets too far behind either.]
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But he never has to as that never happens. It's not so much a race anymore as it is a fly around the island and once they've completed a full circuit, he lets out a roar in joy.
Hope anyone else on the island didn't mind hearing that.]
lmao I have no idea where to go with this thread
I think we're about done anyway
[His thought bubble shows his demon being happy, but then it realizes that it's kind of hard to show that, and it adds a little smiley face next to it.]
You feel better now?
Right-o. Huzzuh! You've formed a social link with The ❤ Lovers! ~.^
I definitely needed a little fun. Any time you need to go for a fly again, you let me know, okay?
[His thought bubble floats lazily behind him, displaying none of the worries that had been running through his head before. Just a calm, happy pink.]
aww yeah
[His thought bubble shows a picture of a rose bush and...Vatheon mugs filled with dirt.]
Aah, I have to go back now. See you around, ja?
[He's been up here longer than he should have and the plants aren't going to water themselves. And with a loop, he descends, reverting as he does so and touches down on the sand with his human feet. He smiles and gives a wave to Zelos as he walks back towards the elevator.]