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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.]

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[Shizuo is pretty sure flying is cheating, but whatever. He can't keep track of Zelos in the bright light, thanks to Zelos' convenient plan of knocking off his shades - and Shizuo is therefore caught at the back of his head, as Zelos planned. But a mere kick isn't going to ground him; he hardly feels it. Shizuo stumbles only a little before bending under the pressure and spinning around to grab Zelos' leg and, with a frustrated grunt, hurls Zelos by his leg in the direction of the water.]

[That was not something Zelos had expected. He'd thought Shizuo would be blinded for longer than a few seconds, but here he was being skipped like a stone across the water, flailing to get some semblance of control over his trajectory. He manages after a moment or so, though not before having traversed a great deal of surf. He's surprised to find this is sort of fun. With Shizuo's unpredictable nature, Zelos is forced not to plan ahead as he usually does but to change tact and try and think in the moment, work on instinct and reflex. Composing himself briefly as he floats there over the water, Zelos takes flight again, straight back at the blonde on the beach.

He'll have to be careful now. If how far Shizuo threw him is any indication, an actual landed blow could actually injure him, crystal or no, but somehow that just makes it more exciting.]

[As the fight continued, Shizuo's rage wore off and he became a little bit more decisive about his actions. Rage was intense, but temporary, and rationality eventually took over. He had, up until that point, had somewhat of an upper hand over Zelos, as his movements were unpredictable and he was able to spring on him without warning. As he became less angry and more thoughtful about what he was doing, Zelos was able to see Shizuo's thought bubble express the desire to grab or punch, and this gave Zelos more of an edge.

Shizuo didn't mind that trade-off. He really wasn't out to hurt Zelos, and the more rational he became, the less likely it was that he'd accidentally do something he regretted.

By the end, neither are severely wounded, though Shizuo had taken his share of blows. More than anything, he's tired in a way he hasn't felt in a while. Zelos is quick and flashy, and Shizuo hasn't had to deal with that kind of a fighting style since Izaya.

His thought bubble is now slow, surfacing one-word opinions about the fight and asking - sunglasses? - because Shizuo can't seem to find where they wound up during the fight.]

Happy?

[He doesn't look at Zelos as he asks, instead still staring down the beach in hopes of finding his shades. There's no real attitude behind the curt question, though - he's over that by now.]

[The fight had raged on for quite a bit longer than Zelos was used to going these days. He has a great deal of stamina, of course he does, but Shizuo is just so strong and despite the crystal he can feel the bruises on his torso, back, and arms starting to form, throbbing and tender, as he lays spread out on the sand trying to recover. He grins ruefully to himself, amused that mere days earlier he'd yelled at Lloyd for doing the exact stupid thing he'd just done.]

Yeah, surprisingly.

[There's no animosity in Zelos' tone to Shizuo now either. The blonde's just trying to make his way through life as it comes, just like Zelos is, and who is Zelos to question his choices? Did he prefer that Shizuo had found some other way to work it out? Of course, but they're all adults here and Shizuo's going to do what he needs to, regardless of Zelda. His bubble flicks brief images of Shizuo, then Zelda, then just a bright but muted pink.]

I knew you were strong, but damn.

[Shizuo finally finds his shades and picks them up, blowing on them to dust them off. Luckily, they aren't broken. He puts them back on and then turns his attention to Zelos.]

Yeah. I get that a lot.

[Or he used to, before he came to Vatheon.]

And you're quick.

[He means both in body and mind, and his bubble reports on the similarity between Zelos' fighting style and Izaya's fighting style. Shizuo digs in his pockets for his cigarettes.]

Hah! Well, I gotta be careful my pretty face doesn't get marred~♥

[Laboriously, Zelos makes himself sit up, wincing slightly at the bruises under his clothes.]

Look, no hard feelings, but there's no reason for you to disappear on her.

[Shizuo takes out a cigarette and lights it, taking a long drag before responding. His thought bubble protests Zelos' point - it had felt necessary at the time - but he doesn't voice that.]

I'm not, anymore. It's over. I've already talked to her about it.

Well why didn't you say that in the first place?! I thought you just left and that was that!

[Geeze Shizuo, this wouldn't have been necessary if you had just communicated! Zelos's thought bubble is a cranky squiggle, though it's more cartoonish. Clearly he's not all that upset.]

You didn't ask, you just started getting onto me about it.

[Shizuo scowls a little, but like Zelos, he's not too annoyed over it. He knows he's not exactly rational when he gets angry, and so it's no surprise that it didn't occur to him to have a sit-down talk about the situation with him.]

I just can't stand seeing hunnies get hurt, that's all.

[With a wince, Zelos rises to his feet completely, cracking his back theatrically.]

Phew! I should work out like that more often.

[Shizuo would never lump Zelda under the term 'hunnies,' his bubble reports - but he gets it. He knows Zelos didn't like seeing Zelda upset - just as Shizuo didn't like being the one to make her upset.]

I'm always around.

[If Zelos needs another fight, that is. Shizuo is training with Serph and that is a good stabilizer, but a little extra practice on the side wouldn't hurt...especially since Zelos' style is similar to the fighting style for which Shizuo has never had patience.]

Yeah, me too, if you need to blow off some steam. I've been told my face is so annoying it makes people want to punch me on sight.

[He seems to think this is quite funny, but... yes, he's been told this, if the purple clad ninja girl in his thought bubble smacking him around is any indication.

With a small glow at the crystal on his chest, he makes his wings vanish. He doesn't bother telling Shizuo to keep it quiet about those. What's the point, these days?]

[Somehow Shizuo isn't surprised by the image of a girl beating Zelos around. He gives Zelos a nod in acknowledgement, flicking ash off of his cigarette.]

Thanks.

[And since there really isn't much else to do, Shizuo decides to leave. His clothes are a little worse for wear after the fight; he should probably change out of them so that he doesn't look so rough.]

Guess I should head back.

[He's about to do just that, but then turns to Zelos once more.]

Hey, Zelda invited me to the next cake day. I'm coming this time.

You better, it's her turn to cook!

[He grins at Shizuo, letting him go as he turns back to the ocean, seeming much more chilled out himself, though he can't quite banish the grin at the mental image of Zelda covered in flour and pouring batter into a pan with her tongue sticking slightly out the side of her mouth in concentration. It's not a memory, just speculation on that next weekend, but the image is pretty damn cute anyway.]

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Does this work?

Perfect! Though I think after this maybe a round of "this is how the fight went" paragraphs?

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