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vatheon2012-03-13 07:51 pm
chosen_gigolo) wrote in 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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[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?]
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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.
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[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.]