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[sonoftheseas]

WHO: Open
WHERE: Walking around the City.
WHEN: Backdated to the 9th.
WARNINGS: None
FORMAT: Anything

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[inthirds]

Speaking of the red light - the spell causing it dissipated on its own accord, given the absence of the source on the hilt. Now it was just another everyday sword lodged in a hunk of stone. Nothing unusual about that. Practically Arthurian, even.

But regardless, Zelgadis was more focused on the familiar someone, racking his brain behind a facade of mild curiosity that was slowly watering away to a fresh, embarrassed look of uncertainty.

...Crap. For all the effort he'd kind of been making to...to make friends, he was having fairly abysmal luck. Maybe actually remembering who the hell you've spoken to would make that a little easier, a voice (sounding rather Zatanna-like) chided him.

"Yeah, I think so," he replied, sounding only faintly confident in that. A hand went to the back of his neck, pressing against the rising heat there. His gaze dropped to the guy's shoes (Right, like that'll give me any clues...) before looking back up, thinking fast to speak out over the silence.

"It's Zelgadis," he piped up, blinking. After a lapse, he added, "My name, I mean."

[sonoftheseas]

"Zelgadis..." Percy repeats the name to himself, trying to place it. The guy looks familiar, and he's sure he's talked to him before but still, the name doesn't help. "Sorry man, my bad, I'm sure we've talked but your name - cool as it is - isn't exactly striking a familiar note or however that sayin goes."

There's a pause, and he holds out his hand. "I'm Percy though, nice to meet you."

[inthirds]

The smile Zelgadis gave was more relieved than understanding; not being the only one with a muffled memory took the sting out of not being recognized at all. Hell, he was glad Percy had forgotten - he didn't want to make a habit out of forgetting people's names.

From then on, though...definitely going to remember. The handshake is firm, resolved.

"Yeah, same. I'll remember it this time."