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kaisou2022-07-02 09:31 pm
namestrees) wrote in kaisou2022-07-02 09:31 pm
An Open Log!
WHO: Lloyd and whomstever has the misfortune of joining me in here!
WHERE: Coffee shop. A NORMAL!!! Dog park. Just generally around???
WHEN: TIME IS A MEANINGLESS CONSTRUCT
WHAT: A cool app showed up on the phone, and that's cool and all, but also he's got places to be and things to do.
WARNINGS: idk man probably none
1. Your name is spelled SUPER wrong on the cup
[While Lloyd's been in Kaisou for a while, it's taken a bit to really get settled. Having little to no actual documentation of who the fuck you are kind of complicates things, after all. (That's just kind of what happens when a guy takes you in but doesn't trust anything about the government.) But he has finally! Managed to get a part-time job! At a place, even! It's not the nicest coffee shop. But it's local, and they make things, and they were willing to pay him in cash, and that's really all that matters, right?
Besides, Lloyd's willing to work, and do it with gusto.
Anyway, for now, he's calling out into the (pretty damn empty) standing-room only of the cafe, holding up a cup.]
Yo, I got a oat milk lavender latte?! [He didn't pay attention if you specified if you wanted it hot or iced. In fact this might not be what you ordered at all. But he looks so damn proud-- and there's latte art?? Come on, dude, come get your coffee.]
2. Someone's gotta walk the giant dogs
[What else does Lloyd do? Specialize in walking massive dogs, of course. He's a frequent flyer at the dog park, usually with someone's saint bernard or bernese mountain dog, or samoyed-- today it's a pair of great danes, pulling at their leads, thin tails whipping back and forth like maniacs in their excitement.]
C'mon, guys, chill out a bit. [At least he doesn't seem bothered by it at all, holding the leads easily. His chastising is more like general complaining, and he rolls the leashes to pull them in closer, opposite hand going to start scratching ears.] Fine, fine. Just don't go too far, okay?
[And those leads get unclasped, just for the pair of horse-like dogs to go bounding gracelessly-- possibly straight into someone, clipping you with their bulk as they continue on to go play in the fountains and with the other smaller dogs.]
--Oh, geez, sorry... you okay?!
3. An ~Item Regain~
[Everything has been a little... weird since the other night. The weird app that won't go away. The shining lights in the sky. The weird feelings.
Just like now, as he's coming to a stop on his bike, attention caught by some sort of container washed up on the side of a local pond. That he knows is his? Even though he's never seen it in his life. He kicks the kickstand down, dismounting the bike, and places a hand over the small fence between the path and the park to hop over it and approach.]
....This is so weird.. [Yeah, he's talking to himself, even as he feels compelled to pick it up, to open it--
and let forth a massive deluge of stagnant pondwater. Pondscum, algae, and who knows what else. Old, water-logged duck feathers, sticks, tadpoles, mosquitos-- the entire contents of a grody-ass pond just torrenting forth out of this stupid thing he picked up, swamping over himself and absolutely anyone nearby.]
4. WILDCARD
[either tag me with whatever and I'll roll with it, or contact me on plurk, discord, or PM to plot something out...!! Lloyd can be found all around the city, with the exception of somewhere boring like libraries. Come hang out and do some crafts at a public workspace- He'll be carving stuff, or making jewelry for his Etsy shop. Correct his math on something, help him fix his bike, literally whatever, I am good with!]
WHERE: Coffee shop. A NORMAL!!! Dog park. Just generally around???
WHEN: TIME IS A MEANINGLESS CONSTRUCT
WHAT: A cool app showed up on the phone, and that's cool and all, but also he's got places to be and things to do.
WARNINGS: idk man probably none
1. Your name is spelled SUPER wrong on the cup
[While Lloyd's been in Kaisou for a while, it's taken a bit to really get settled. Having little to no actual documentation of who the fuck you are kind of complicates things, after all. (That's just kind of what happens when a guy takes you in but doesn't trust anything about the government.) But he has finally! Managed to get a part-time job! At a place, even! It's not the nicest coffee shop. But it's local, and they make things, and they were willing to pay him in cash, and that's really all that matters, right?
Besides, Lloyd's willing to work, and do it with gusto.
Anyway, for now, he's calling out into the (pretty damn empty) standing-room only of the cafe, holding up a cup.]
Yo, I got a oat milk lavender latte?! [He didn't pay attention if you specified if you wanted it hot or iced. In fact this might not be what you ordered at all. But he looks so damn proud-- and there's latte art?? Come on, dude, come get your coffee.]
2. Someone's gotta walk the giant dogs
[What else does Lloyd do? Specialize in walking massive dogs, of course. He's a frequent flyer at the dog park, usually with someone's saint bernard or bernese mountain dog, or samoyed-- today it's a pair of great danes, pulling at their leads, thin tails whipping back and forth like maniacs in their excitement.]
C'mon, guys, chill out a bit. [At least he doesn't seem bothered by it at all, holding the leads easily. His chastising is more like general complaining, and he rolls the leashes to pull them in closer, opposite hand going to start scratching ears.] Fine, fine. Just don't go too far, okay?
[And those leads get unclasped, just for the pair of horse-like dogs to go bounding gracelessly-- possibly straight into someone, clipping you with their bulk as they continue on to go play in the fountains and with the other smaller dogs.]
--Oh, geez, sorry... you okay?!
3. An ~Item Regain~
[Everything has been a little... weird since the other night. The weird app that won't go away. The shining lights in the sky. The weird feelings.
Just like now, as he's coming to a stop on his bike, attention caught by some sort of container washed up on the side of a local pond. That he knows is his? Even though he's never seen it in his life. He kicks the kickstand down, dismounting the bike, and places a hand over the small fence between the path and the park to hop over it and approach.]
....This is so weird.. [Yeah, he's talking to himself, even as he feels compelled to pick it up, to open it--
and let forth a massive deluge of stagnant pondwater. Pondscum, algae, and who knows what else. Old, water-logged duck feathers, sticks, tadpoles, mosquitos-- the entire contents of a grody-ass pond just torrenting forth out of this stupid thing he picked up, swamping over himself and absolutely anyone nearby.]
4. WILDCARD
[either tag me with whatever and I'll roll with it, or contact me on plurk, discord, or PM to plot something out...!! Lloyd can be found all around the city, with the exception of somewhere boring like libraries. Come hang out and do some crafts at a public workspace- He'll be carving stuff, or making jewelry for his Etsy shop. Correct his math on something, help him fix his bike, literally whatever, I am good with!]
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He gives a deep sigh. Okay. One last try. Gonna-- try and be more tempered. Not get so rash so quickly.]
Look, you obviously had some problem with me before we even started. [Hence that 'lloyd??' And slamming the door right in his face.] Before you even knew if I knew who you were or not.
[Which he doesn't. Despite all his desperately trying to think of the people he'd see in passing the rare occasions he and his dad would go into town, the huge amount of people he met and chatted with or hitched a ride from on his trek-- despite all that, he can't think of any gaps, any questions, any Zelos-shaped holes, no matter how much his heart feels like there should be one.]
So yeah. I'm annoyed that there's some guy here who knows me and won't say how, and apparently hates me or is scared of me or whatever for reasons I can't even think of. [BY THE WAY, SIR, HE IS TECHNICALLY STILL AT WORK.]
But more than that, I'm annoyed that even though whatever I did was that bad, I don't even get to know about it to make sure I don't do it again.
I know I'm not good at understanding stuff. But that doesn't mean I don't want to try.
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Which...ugh. It makes him feel even worse about his own snapping. Of course Lloyd is confused here, and that'd make him annoyed. Zelos was just over here, being an asshole. A wounded animal who bites at people who gets near.
He's quiet for a long time. Almost long enough where Lloyd might start to wonder if he left. But eventually, he'll work up the will to speak up]
...Fine. You wanna know? Don't blame me if it sounds nuts.
[He's sure it'll sound nuts. He probably won't be believed. But Lloyd asked for it]
I'm from another world, place called Tethe'alla. In that world, there was another version of you, from a place called Sylvarant. We traveled together for awhile, but...it ended on bad terms. Real bad terms. Not long after that, I died.
[Is he sidestepping exactly how he died for Lloyd's sake? Honesty...yeah. It's not like he really blamed Lloyd for how he died- he had started that fight, after all. Had made his own choice. No reason to guilt this guy with it. ]
Next thing I know, I wake up alive in this world. Don't ask me how, I don't know either. Been here awhile though, and I've never seen anyone from home.
....So yeah, it something of a shock to have you of all people show up at my door, even if I know you're not really the same guy.
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To his credit, though, he keeps his mouth shut as the guy on the other side of the door explains. At least tries to follow along. This guy says he's from another world, a place where he knew another Lloyd that he didn't get along with, and then he died and now he's on Earth. Sounds absolutely bonkers.
But-- the sort of same kind of weirdo-bonkers that things had been seeming ever since the sky dazzled and flashed full of lights. The creeping sense of deja vu and things feeling off in ways he can't even truly describe. So in that regard, maybe it's not too crazy of a story after all.]
...So you and your-me didn't get along, you died, and now you're here. [At least he sounds way less skeptical than he did when Zelos claimed to know him from school. Between the two, this is infinitely more believable.]
So I guess you thought he'd followed you here somehow. [He still can't get over those names, or that story. A journey. Sylvarant and Tethe'alla. Huh. Absently, he looks down at his hand, the tattoo with its needle pointing to the word journey, lines awkward and scratchy from where he'd flinched while getting the ink done.]
...Guess I can't blame you too much for being cagey, then. I'm not from anywhere like that, though. Just the middle of nowhere.
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Oh who is he kidding he wouldn't try, he'd just brush him off. But, whatever]
...Yeah, I figured as much. [Of course Lloyd would be from the boondocks. It's Lloyd we're talking about, regardless of world] You were born and raised in this world, right? I'm not the only person from another world stuck here, and I've seen those other guys run into situations like this. Guess it's just ...different, when you're the one dealing with it.
[It was easier for him to be rational when the others ran into people they knew that didn't remember - it didn't affect him at the end of the day. But man, he really lost his cool.
He sighs]
Sorry. Whatever my own reasons, it's not right to take my issues with that other Lloyd out on you. You didn't do anything.
[He is sincere about that. His own issues aside, this Lloyd was an innocent person. He didn't want to be like his mother or Mithos, taking their misery out on other people who didn't deserve it. He hates he was so quick to do it too, ugh. ]
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Yeah. Not in this city, but... You know. Here. No other worlds, as far as I know. Hell, everything's been pretty normal until the other day.
[Lloyd nothing is normal about your life, but go on. No extra dimensional friendships, I guess. Weird that this is... something that happens? That theres some parallel universe version of him?]
Thanks. For... sharing that? I guess? I can see why you might wanna run me off.
[A pause, and then he gives a faint, amused laugh.] Still weird that there's a guy I never met who knows about me, though. But I guess I can get over that.
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But whatever he'll leave that alone.
He's quiet for a moment, before finally willing himself to actually open the door. He leans on the doorway, his arms crossed. He really was just lounging at home today, so his very red hair is just tied back in a simple ponytail. And he's got pretty casualwear on. Though this is Zelos we're talking about, so his "casualwear" still looks like the kind of outfit you'd see on a supermodel runway.]
Yeah well, my attempts to run you off didn't really work. Though seriously, don't make a habit of hanging outside people's doors you might get the cops called on you sometime.
[He says that with a shrug, like he's clearly snarking more about that last part than anything]
...And really, it's not like I know you all that well, just some other Lloyd. [He sighs] And I'm not interested in trying to make you like that other Lloyd either. You can just write this off as some weird encounter and go about your life.
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And fiiiinally, that door creaks open. he can't help but lean slightly to see who the hell he's been talking to. And man, is that hair red. Red like--
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He'll force a small, unapologetic smile, and shrug.] Ah, yeah. Sorry, I'm hard to run off.
[no one has ever tried to run him off quite that hard until now, tho, but go on.]
And hey-- you can't tell me you're a zombie-alien from another world who knows some other me and expect me not to wanna know more about you.
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-- Hey, one thing straight: I'm not a zombie. I have a pulse and my skin is not rotting, thank you very much.
[THIS IS AN IMPORTANT DISTINCTION TO HIM]
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But wow, that hair flick. Zelos. Please. He doesn't even know you, stop coming onto him, ur gonna make him blush.]
Well, what else should I call someone who died and came back? [because bro you ain't no jesus.] Ghost, maybe? But... I dunno, you seem pretty solid, too.
[Anyway, he holds out that gross, lukewarm iced latte, because it is now your problem.] You might wanna throw this away by now, but here.
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I dunno, formerly dead? Dead guy? Just not zombie. [Lloyd just wait until you learn about the Chosen system] And I'm completely solid! Revived with all working parts!
[....They work less thanks to the angel toxicosis these days, but eh, no need to bring that up
He instead takes the latte that Lloyd offers, lifting it up to look at it with a raised eyebrow]
Wow...it's even sadder looking than I imagined.
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But between the insistence of being called something like 'formerly dead guy' and critiquing the coffee, Lloyd can't help but just laugh at how stupid and ridiculous this whole thing is.]
--Yeah, maybe I should just stick to calling you 'Zelos'. [Instead of alien-zombie, or The Formerly Dead Guy Known As Zelos.]
Well... Cheers to second chances, I guess.
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- Ugh, shove those thoughts away. This is a different guy. Nothing good can come from going down that memory lane]
I'm fine with Zelos! It is a fine name, if I do say so.
[....]
Lloyd, I think if we do a toast with this pitiful drink? it'd curse any sort of chances we have.
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And look, he just-- holds up his hands in a straight up ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ gesture.] Hey, it may look sad but some guy down the street was ready to pay six bucks for that.
[speaking of, lloyd, aren't you like. on the clock. or something. Does anyone care? Are they happy you're taking this long??? Any and all of those things might be true.]
But yeah. Mmmaaybe something a bit better, next time.
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Yeah and there's morons that'll pay thousands for pictures of ugly apes, so this drink being expensive doesn't say a whole lot about the quality.
[That's right, he's learned about that stuff. The sheer number of guys that try to pay for his stuff with crypto and nfts seriously....]
Next time? What, are you trying to ask me out for drinks?
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[is he-- Oh. He's shaking his head quickly.] Oh-- No. I mean, if you wanted? I just figured you might want to... I dunno. Hang out... or something.
[Nothing about this interaction has signaled he wants to hang out with you, Lloyd. At least he seems to have realized that as he was talking, face pinking a bit in embarrassment.]
Or. I guess I mean that I kinda... wanna know more about what you were talking about.
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[But...ah. That's his angle. He actually wanted to know more. Zelos pauses, dropping the mild banter once more]
...I don't actually drink these days, anyway. [At all, but he won't stop Lloyd from assuming it was just about alcohol. Sure, things have improved since his friends made that makeshift keycrest, but...emphasis on makeshift. ]
Are you sure you actually wanna know? I'm really not kidding about it being nothing good. And it's not like it affects you, what you being from this world.
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[He has a feeling he should stick to one dumb topic, and so he'll abandon the stupid pictures of apes. Maybe one day he'll dare enough to ask what an NFT is. Instead, uhhh, back to them being not-quite-friends yet.]
Oh, no, not like-- drink-drink. I think I'm only like seventeen. Ish. About. [remember how we said nothing could ever be that normal when it's Lloyd. prime example.] Which I mean, isn't that big a deal, but it would be annoying to deal with.
[But that direct question does have him pause, and consider. The dumb, reckless, impulsive part just wants to say 'yes'. Of course he wants to know? This is weird and exciting and cool and existentially bizarre. But-- at the same time, he can't help but believe Zelos when he says it not being anything 'good'. And so his lips press together for a moment, for once thinking about his words, instead of babbling them on out.]
...I'm not sure. It's not just this and you. Everything's been so... [He can't think of a smart word for it, so he'll just keep repeating the same one, over and over.] weird. So I guess I kinda thought... I dunno. Like if there's some guy who says he's from some other place and knew some other me, maybe that's something I should ask about to make sense of it all.
[A sigh, and he's bringing up a hand to scrub at his stupid floppy hair.]
Maybe I shouldn't be piling all that on you, though.
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He's quiet at the explanation. In other words, he's looking for someone to guide him through all the strange stuff going on. That...yeah, Zelos doesn't know if he's up for that kind of role with Lloyd. He needs time to sort things out]
...I think I need to think things over before I agree to something like that.
But if you're noticing weird stuff, there should be a new app on your phone called "Libra". Everyone's dealing with this crap is on there. Bet you could ask people on there about stuff going on in this town.
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[It's absolutely not that complicated.
But... Yeah. That's fair. He did just sort of show up and ruin this guy's whole day. And as if realizing that, hey, maybe this has been a lot to dump on Zelos all at once, he doesn't argue with it.]
Yeah... I guess that's a little much, after just... showing up and freaking you out like that. Sorry. [Check his phone, though. Hmm. He pulls his dumb li'l crossbody bag around the rummage into it, pulling out... Uh. Well. It's a phone alright.]
Okay. I'll look into that. Thanks, Zelos.
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[.....Look when it's Lloyd it's a real possibility.
And man an apology and actually respecting his boundaries. That's wild. He shrugs his shoulders a little] Yeah, well, whatever. If you're on the app we were bound to run into each other sooner or later.
[So this blow up would've come about one way or another. Though yeah. Still gonna have a lot to dwell on. Or he would, if Lloyd hadn't pulled out that phone. While Zelos has adapted to Earth pretty well, he hasn't been around long enough to recognize a Nokia]
...Is that some kind of toy?
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[And then disrespecting his fucking phone, oh my god, you're the worst. He's frowning, but whatever. At least this is all good natured ribbing, instead of their stupid door-shouting before.]
What? No. It just works fine, so I haven't changed it. Besides, I like having real buttons.
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[Normal my ass. And he's sure judging that phone because it looks ugly as sin, but it's not like he knows enough about phones to judge. He's been using the one Zodiac gave him]
Well, whatever floats your boat I guess. But yeah, sure someone on the app will be happy to help.
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[lloyd are you trying to convince zelos, or yourself because right now you are accomplishing neither.] At least I'm not out here saying I'm a resurrected dead guy from another planet or something!
[the lowest bar in the world and yet he barely clears it. Ugh. Humiliating.
Anyway, he shoves his phone back away, thank you very much, and nods.]
Yeah. And... if you do every want to. I dunno-- do something? [He's rummaging and comes out with...! A card, surprisingly. It's bent and crinkled at the edges, but it's actually a fuckin' card, with an e-mail on it and everything. And a phone number, and link to his etsy shop. Custom wood carving! Great!] Gimme a call?
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[Yeah sure Zelos, that's what makes you unusual. The fact that you're not and not just about everything else in your life.
He'll look mildly surprised that Lloyd actually has a real business card. He takes it, looking it over and feeling a little torn here. So this guy really are serious about keeping in touch]
Uh....sure, yeah. I'll keep that in mind.
[He has no idea if he'll ever actually work himself up to it. Gonna take a lot of thinking and bad decisions to work through this dilemma. ]
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