[Action]

[salvationfound]

[It's been entirely too noisy for the past few hours, and Kratos feels that the reason is familiar, but he can't quite put his finger on it. That's pretty frustrating for a guy like him. Nonetheless, he intends on staying inside and waiting it out. He's... really not in a social mood

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[offallingsnow]

[he can at least have some sanity passing him on the way]

Good afternoon, Kratos.

[salvationfound]

[A mere prelude, he thinks to himself. He gives a nod to her.]

Nephry. [The afternoon is not good, Nephry.]

[offallingsnow]

[she can see that]

Is everything all right?

[salvationfound]

As well as they can be in such a chaotic environment.

[pink_and_flying]

[Flutters up and addresses him with a hesitant smile.] Good afternoon.

[salvationfound]

[...What the heck is that thing.]

...Hmph.

[pink_and_flying]

...Would you happen to be familiar with the worlds Granide or Atlas?

[salvationfound]

No.

I couldn't resist I'm sorry ;-;

[badass_rainbows]

[ ... ]

Kratos.

Oh shi-

[salvationfound]

[...]

Mithos.

[badass_rainbows]

[ Wings. Blue wings. Little, feathery blue wings. ]

I suppose you have an explanation for this?

[salvationfound]

Merely a condition of living in this world.

[chibi_nay_shun]

[Have a cute little boy running towards you, Kratos. He looks incredibly happy to see you.]

Lord Kratos!

[salvationfound]

[He turns from his name being called and... frowns. What the heck, kid, he's never seen you before.]

[chibi_nay_shun]

[He gives a quick bow, before he starts bouncing excitedly.]

Lord Kratos, why does everyone have wings? I've never seen anyone in Zelore who has wings, but the people of Derris-Kharlan shed their wings a long time ago. That is what you told me, right?

[salvationfound]

[No one has called him that in all the time he's stayed here, and certainly, no one's made mention of Derris-Kharlan. Is that where this kid comes from? Why is he so... excitable and confused, not calmly surveying the situation? What's he even talking about?]

I don't recall such a thing, no.

[wrathofdesire]

[You might be stopped by a hand on your shoulder.]

[salvationfound]

[He frowns and turns- and freezes. It's... Lloyd. No, his eyes... They're different. Something happened to him.]

...Lloyd?

[wrathofdesire]

Sup.

[He tilts his head.] Miss me? ...Or rather, the Lloyd you lost? Too bad. He's probably better off without you.

[salvationfound]

...

[Well, that's true, but Lloyd wouldn't say such things. He knows that. So, he steels himself.]

Perhaps.