idealistic | OVERFLOW CATCHALL cerealia

from here!

[ even if he wanted to stay in the fun house for a bit longer, Lloyd is well aware of how Kratos works in these kinds of situations. he knows that he doesn't dick around when it comes to being aware of their surroundings, so when Kratos tells him to be on his guard? he already has a "Guardian" at the ready. he tenses, focusing on the mirror before him with a frown. he doesn't see anything-- all he really sees is a distorted image of himself with a squished torso and long legs.

but he does hear something. a low sound that was nearly drowned out by the cheery music, almost like a howl, comes from somewhere to his right. ]

--What was that? [ he starts looking around, looking for the source of that howl. what's funny is that, the sound? it was way below the frequency of what regular humans can hear. but for those with angelic hearing? it was just right. ]

Edited 2015-04-08 19:55 (UTC)

[the sound immediately catches kratos' attention and makes his guard fully go up. it's low, barely audible, but entirely out of place. most people wouldn't have even heard...

logical thought makes something suddenly very illogical. attention focused on their surroundings fully shifts onto lloyd. had he heard that? kratos frowns heavily.]

Lloyd, you--

[a far louder howl makes the question die on kratos' lips. dealing with something potentially insignificant can come once they're both safe. his expression hardens.]

We need to leave. Now.

[the tone of voice makes it clear this can't be argued. whatever's happening can't be anything good. best to retreat while that remains an option instead of lingering and losing that chance.]

[ whoa what. the louder howl catches him off guard that he nearly misses Kratos's announcement to leave. he turns to his father, still trying to mentally catch up to everything-- it takes him a full couple of seconds before he actually moves to go after him. ]

--Huh? Wait a sec--

[ he doesn't get a chance to finish that sentence before the lights suddenly go out and the singing gives way for howls and snarls. Lloyd doesn't even get a chance to throw up a Guardian before he's promptly flung away from Kratos, his back landing hard against one of the mirrors. he can feel the glass crack from the impact against his head-- thankfully no shrapnel got caught in his scalp, but it does leave him dazed for a moment when he falls to the floor.

great. of all the times he left his swords at home. ]

[ well, she's not accusing him of being a rapscallion anymore. he starts to grope at the wall, looking for anything that could be a lock or something he could get into. ]

Uh- kinda. My dad's a craftsman and he makes 'em all the time. I'm still learning.

[ weiss makes a vague, considering sound in the back of her throat. a man following the family business, then? she can't imagine locksmithing to be very lucrative, but perhaps he prefers the simple life. ]

I do hope, then, that your skills are suitable enough to—

[ . . .

that's not the wall that you're groping there, lloyd.

you have .05 seconds before she reacts accordingly—! ]

…

[ …

that feels awfully soft for a door. ]

[ oh wait. that's not part of the door.

it doesn't feel like the snake chair either. ]

Uh-- [ SHIT ] I-I-- crap, I'm sorry--!

[ okay, good. she calmed down. he chances a smile that he knows she can't see, while keeping his attention on the chair that's still hissing.

at her question, he looks around, trying to see if there's anything he can see through the darkness… which is an effective "nada" as he can't even see Mio in front of him. ]

Right now? We gotta look for that way out. Stay close, okay? [ he leads her by the shoulder away from the "chair" and closer to the wall as he starts to grope it for a door. ]

We're still in the box, right? So the door has to be around here somewhere.

[the damage kratos takes isn't nearly as severe. rather than attempt a guardian, he dodges to the side instead. this results in the attack only partially striking him and throwing him off balance enough to fall to the ground.

any thoughts about his potential injuries go out the window at the sound of that crack. a curse comes under his breath. if whatever this is hurt lloyd in any way there WILL be hell to pay. he quickly gets to his feet and bolts in the direction where the glass had shattered.]

Lloyd, are you all right?

[a question that doubles as way to pinpoint lloyd's location. night vision is, sadly, a skill angels lack.]

Y-yeah… I've been here a while.

[ "here" as in the city, not the fun house. he definitely didn't want to be in the fun house anymore if this was Cerealia's definition of "fun".

but this… doesn't bode well. Lloyd already knows about the claims that their world was destroyed (which only pisses him off more and more each day), but Yuan's presence here only proves it to be true. he's supposed to be guarding Yggdrasill's sapling, and if he's here instead of back home doing that, then—

a bit of clinking glass catches his attention. ] We should get outta here— before those things show up again.

Mmph… M'fine!

[ no doubt that would have led to a concussion if he didn't have his exsphere on him. the most Lloyd can probably feel is a bump forming on his head-- hardly impeding. it takes a bit for the daze to wear off, but he eventually manages to get himself steady on a foot as he hears Kratos approaching him. what has him on edge is the second set of footsteps he hears-- even without his vision, he can tell it belongs to something large and monstrous.

and it's coming straight for them. ]

Look out! [ that's the only warning Lloyd gives before he jumps to the side, rolling away from the path of… whatever it was that was attacking them. some of the glass shards that fell to the floor ended up in his hand, but he can ignore the stinging from that for now. ]

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['Stay close' he says,and Mio wonders where he thinks she could go in this small space anyhow. She stumbles a little trying to feel for the wall, but makes a noise of relief when her palms hit it.]

Feels weird... [She means literally, the walls feel a little strange, but she means it figuratively too. This whole place gives her the heebie-jeebies.] I think I found the door, but-- [There's the sound of her palms hitting against it and jiggling with the handle, then a frustrated noise from Mio.]

It's not budging! Are you kidding?! [nOT AMUSED]

[ hey he just doesn't want you to trip back into the snake chair and get eaten or something. let him be your meat shield. ]

Lemme see. [ thankfully his hearing was able to pinpoint where exactly Mio was jiggling the handle, so he finds it pretty easily. he tries jiggling it himself with no luck, and then tries to feel around for something — a lock, screws that connects the mechanism to the door, a small hole, anything — that he could tinker with.

nothing. ]

Dammit--! [ now he's trying the next best course of action: repeatedly slamming into the door with his shoulder. ] C'mon! Why won't it-- open--!

[kratos doesn't dodge as successfully this time and takes a hit to the left shoulder. he remains standing while narrowing his eyes in attempt to possibly see something, anything, through the dark. damn, no good. fighting an enemy unarmed in the dark screams bad idea so one option remains: one of them needs to search for an exit. the other? decoy.]

Lloyd, I'll draw its attention. You focus on locating an exit.

[guess who's which? and please no arguing. kratos has a chance of fighting without weapons and with the darkness handicap. lloyd's not so lucky. the boy is a normal, if strong human kid, after all.

HIS kid and he'll be damned if his own kid serves as a decoy in a situation this dangerous. fatherly instinct never really dies, nuff said.]

[ no arguing? too bad, he's gonna argue anyway. ]

No way! I'm not leaving you alone with that thing!

[ worried? you better believe he is. he has no doubt in Kratos's battle prowess: he's a very formidable fighter and fully capable of being lethal even without his sword. still, Kratos is his dad. his family. leaving him alone in the face of danger like that, while he potentially runs to safety… it doesn't sit well with him at all. he could already feel the fear clench at his heart, the very same fear he felt when he nearly lost all of his friends one by one at the Tower of Salvation. all because of a situation just like this.

he can't go through that again, especially with Kratos. he nearly lost him once at Origin's seal. he doesn't want to lose him for real. ]

Hey! [She cries out in protest when he start ramming his shoulder, suddenly envisioning him going right through the wall and dropping down however many feet they're up in the air.]

Wait, stop! What if you fall through!? [She grapple for his arm or shoulder, something, to try and stop him from killing either of them.] We're really high up, remember!?

[ PREPARE TO DIE. ]

How... DARE YOU.

[ funny how terrible his direction in the dark is, when weiss somehow manages to perfectly find the side of his face to slap without even trying. ]

[goddammit lloyd, you'll be the reason why kratos' hair greys after 4000 years.

he resists the urge to groan, instead settling on saving time by jumping straight into a blunt retort. the tone of his voice gains a harshness to it, indicating how serious the man is.]

You have no way of fighting it without injury or possible death. Do as I say and don't argue!

[the implied part got said this time because clearly it needs to be. some worry comes through that bluntness, because kratos is worried. if anything happens to lloyd, if anything happens so close to kratos himself then he'd never be able to forgive himself. anna's death couldn't be avoided; lloyd getting injured or worse can.

rather than wait for a reply, he snaps out his wings and illuminates the area before darting off to the side. please let those footsteps follow that glow and ignore the yelling idiot in red. please.]

[ so that's what it's like being slapped by a girl. and how the hell did Zelos put up with this from Sheena repeatedly, much less keep his balance ]

I-it was an accident! Seriously, I'm sorry!!

[ for now, the source of the footsteps falls for the bait. Lloyd can hear them leaving him, following the glow from Kratos's wings and leaving him in safety… for now.

Lloyd, meanwhile, feels far too uncomfortable with this and has half a mind to continue arguing with him. what's to say that the same fate wouldn't befall Kratos? just because he's been alive for 4000 years doesn't mean he's exempt from death: the scare back at Origin's seal was enough proof of that. but again, Kratos is right: Lloyd has nothing to defend himself with, which means he's as good as a sitting duck.

but… he can't just leave his dad alone with this thing! they can't even see it, and that's what terrifies Lloyd the most. he wants to fight against this thing, at least to give them the upper hand, but how can he when it moves so fast and he can't even see the damn thing?! what can he even do to stop it?! he… he can't even take out his own wings to confuse it, much like how Kratos is-- they're far too big to be brought out inside. ]

…Dammit! [ he spins on his heel, moving to run in what he hopes is the direction of the exit. ] Don't you even think about letting it kill you, you hear me?!

It's better than keeping you in here with whatever that is.

[ yeah, he's obviously not concerned with himself-- he simply does not want to subject this poor girl to being stuck in here with the giant snake-chair.

which means if he's going to get them both to bail prematurely from a gazillion feet up? then so be it. ]

Besides, I jumped from higher than this. I'll be fine!

I suppose it's just my luck to get stuck in here with a pervert! [ he'll feel her shift suddenly, and then hear some banging against the very door he'd been attempting to unlock. yes, she is kicking it. ]

Let me out! Let me out right now!!

[the darkness masks the teeny smile that comes as a result of that comment. hearing lloyd actually want him to not die, impossible as it might be in the end, isn't something kratos ever expected post-betrayal. the kid hated him and with good reason. to not be hated anymore, well, it's nice. bad as this situation is, that single comment brightens both it and kratos' mood greatly.

smile vanishing, he focuses on the task at hand. an thought comes regarding spells and if casting any can be doable. judgment, effective and impressive as it is, is a no. that screams hit me while casting for 20 seconds. something basic might work. a fireball takes virtually no time to cast. noise permits for pinpointing both where lloyd and the creature are so the chance of missing the former and hitting the latter both increase.

the only necessary and lacking component to firing off a spell remains to be distance. this thing keeps on sticking way too close to permit to stop moving just yet. just a little more...]

[ pinpointing where Lloyd is shouldn't be too difficult: whereas the monster is constantly trying to run up to Kratos, Lloyd's footsteps only move further and further away, fading into obscurity. and the monster is perfectly distracted from Lloyd's getaway for now, attracted to the light eminating from Kratos's wings. way to paint a target on yourself…

Lloyd, meanwhile, is focused on finding that exit-- or at least something he could use so that he could fight the monster proper and not leave Kratos behind. once he's far enough from the scuffle, he starts to hesitate. dammit… leaving Kratos behind is already leaving a bad taste in his mouth. he thinks back to the events in the Tower, losing his friends one by one… and then Origin's seal, where he nearly lost his father…

dammit. dammit. dammit. he looks around, squinting in the darkness with hopes that he could find something — a pipe, a stick, paper fans, anything — that could be used to fight against the monster.

the monster that's apparently starting to notice one of his prey is missing as Kratos fends it off more and more… ]

[ oh dear god SCRAMBLES TO PULL HER AWAY ] Wh-- Are you crazy?! Didja forget how high up we are?!

[ Lloyd, you jumped from a cliff that was higher than this, you have no right to talk. ]

[not having the monster's full attention becomes more and more obvious. dodging off to the side without an immediate follow-up emphasizes that. kratos utters a curse under his breath. no, dammit! pay attention to him!

a quick fireball gets cast to hopefully force the creature to refocus attention on the right target. this thing will NOT go after lloyd. only over kratos' dead body will will he permit it to try to go and attack his son.]

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