Nov 06, 2011 02:39
[Good morning, Luceti! I hope you haven't exhausted your whining quota already, because Lloyd Irving is here and he is not happy about it. The video feed clicks on to show a strong, occasionally-scarred back with two blue-green wings attached to it.]
Ugghhhh. I thought I stopped after one Flanoir Potion. Feels like I drank twenty.
[Lloyd rolls onto his back and realizes almost immediately that it's a mistake. He flips onto his stomach and muffles a startled, pained cry in his elbow that leaves him breathless for at least thirty seconds. Fuck, that definitely woke him up. His head is still woozy, and his back is killing him, and it looks like... his clothes are gone, too.
And everything on him except his Exsphere.
He peers at the forest around him through a mess of droopy brown hair.]
W- what's going on? [He sits back on his calves and runs a hand through his hair, not that it really helps.] Where is everyone? ... Colette? Colette! [Now he staggers to his (bare) feet, showering the journal with dirt in the process.]
Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me? Ggh- this is bad.
[OOC: Going to bed! Tags will come later! ♥]
fuck ow,
lost again lloyd?,
@luceti,
well this a surprise,
!ic,
what is lloyd's life,
not the hangover he was looking for,
halp halp