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[flenceburgsbest]

Characters: Guy/Tempest razethatphoenix, Lezard (and Homunculi) flenceburgsbest, and Honor healing_death
Date/Time: May 27, noon
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG-13 for nudity as usual, and mammary overload.
Summary: Guy Cecil arrives in Edensphere, and much of what he DOES NOT WANT is there to greet him.

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[flenceburgsbest]

"It is quite normal, yes. We've all awakened to blank minds and the one dream to guide us. It's your only clue to who you once were, you see, and you'll begin to remember things bit by bit with time. Go on, then, and pick a name for yourself for the time being. Someday, you may just recall what you were truly called."

He dusted off his hands. "I, myself, had picked Gungnir, but I have since remembered my true name. I am Lezard Valeth, and though I've remembered a few things, there is still a considerable gray area to my mind. You'll grow accustomed to it as you learn to live in this strange world."

"Hm, but this won't do. You will need a fraction of dignity before we continue. Ladies!" He ordered crisply once more, snapping his fingers. The three women turned their attention to him.

"Dress him." Gathering up the clothes and giggling with delight, the silver-haired women quickly approached the poor gentlemen and followed orders. Taking hold of him, they would begin the process of depriving him of the towels and putting clothes on

[healing_death]

Oh, that was too much. Honor sighed and gave Lezard a flat look, intentionally keeping herself from looking at Guy. It wasn't that she hadn't seen a naked man before (after all, she had been born with a brother) or that she felt like it was anything of a shocker, but she still managed something bright red.

"Is this really necessary, Lezard?" Had she been in Guy's place, being dressed by anyone but herself would have annoyed her as well, especially one of the opposite gender being the one to do the dressing. "I think he can dress himself."

Unfortunately, Honor really wasn't in any position to order Lezard around. The man had been living in the world longer, but she could protest his treatment of newborns.

[razethatphoenix]

"Huh. Is that so...?" he asked quietly. That fact was rather cryptic and perturbing to say the least. How did one wake in some place and not remember anything? Was it the place itself that was strange... which meant people lost their memories specifically by being here? "Well, I guess I could just go by 'Tempest' for now."

By then, he'd cleaned himself off pretty well, the goop on the towel drying into a kind of flaky crust. He was thinking about what question he wanted to ask next when Lezard called the ladies over and commanded that they dress him...

--his eyes widened, heart raced, and he froze as the women approached him. This was familiar, but in a particularly unpleasant way that he'd rather do without. Shouldn't he get up, snatch the clothing, and retreat to safety? Or just run away in general? But he couldn't. move. "W-wait a minu--"

"GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

He screamed as they took firm hold of him, shuddering as they began forcing him into the clothes.

[flenceburgsbest]

That did it! That scream brought him a wonderful joy, and he found himself laughing hysterically at the sight as the girls took turns picking what part of the outfit they'd put on Tempest and where. It was a heart-pounding, terrifying three minutes as he was adorned with that tunic, pants, belt, socks, and slippers. Very simple, slight comfort, and it was a bit difficult to put on with him shuddering and screaming like a baby.

"Alas, as heart-wrenching as your torment is, I'll just have to endure," he said with a frown and the most sympathetic eyes he could pull off, returning to his cup of tea to drain the remainder of its contents while they were still warm. Gathering up the journal, money, and map, he waited for the man to settle down a little before continuing.

...But that wasn't coming any time soon, as the three hugged him tight in attempts to console him once he was dressed.

[healing_death]

She realized in a split second why she had such a distaste for Lezard. Here he was clearly tormenting the boy -although why he was screaming she was unsure- and laughing about it.

"A pox on you." She muttered to Lezard, walking over to his women. "Get off him, you ninnies. He's not your play-toy." One hand lashed out to pull a worthless thing off the newborn, stepping back to put her tiny weight against the woman.

"Call them off. You might enjoy the company of brainless women, but clearly, he does not." It was infuriating, watching him delight in this. Acid was pouring into her stomach in outrage.

Thank the gods she didn't work for the man directly. It would be intolerable.