fifteen ► live through

[gentleidealist]

[dictated]

[Lloyd's tone is decidedly different today-- quiet and intense on the edges. It's appropriate for someone who is, well, grieving.]

If anyone needs some woodwork done, I'm open. [He really needs something to keep his hands occupied...] I'll consider requests for other materials, depending on what it is. Prices are negotiable. Just let me know what you want and we'll talk about it.

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[Filtered to Zelos]

Hey, are you too busy for a spar?

[Maybe if he trains to exhaustion, he'll stop looking down to make sure there isn't a dead body laying in his arms.]

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Lloyd

[wilder]

[He can figure out what this is about. He makes a little scoffing noise at the absurdity the wording of the request. ]

Oh I dunno, there are a lot of ceiling tiles in the lobby that need counting....

Zelos;

[gentleidealist]

[LMFAO ZELOS]

Uh... huh. Well, when you're done with that...

Lloyd;

[wilder]

Hmmm....143, 144, 145...[a pause]


Ahaha, yep! I'm done! So a spar, huh?

Zelos;

[gentleidealist]

[... oh you.] You must be pretty bored.

Anyway, I figured we could train outside the castle and then go inside for lunch.

[FUCK YEAH FREE FOOD. It keeps him coming back.]

Lloyd

[wilder]

I'd say it's more I'm awesome since I'm at the house. [And you know, was being sarcastic as all hell]

Heh heh, sounds good to me! Winner gets to pick the meal?

Zelos;

[gentleidealist]

That seems fair.

[Unless you use some dirty trick to win. No pantsing him during a spar please. I KNOW IT'S TEMPTING BUT PLEASE NO.]

See ya in a bit.

Lloyd;

[wilder]

[HE ISN'T A COMPLETE JERK JEEZ. Especially when he knows what this is about, he may be acting normal...but he's not an idiot]

Yep! I won't leave you waiting too long.

[And he's on his way]

Zelos;

[gentleidealist]

[Maybe when he's not mad about someone dying. He'd probably take it better then.

Lloyd isn't too hard to find. True to his word, he's outside of the castle in a small field. He wouldn't notice anyone walking up; he's too busy giving a training dummy some grief. His red-brown eyes are intense and focused. He slams into his opponent shoulder-first, as if to knock it off balance, and finishes with a whirlwind of blades.

... Yeah, he's mad.]

Action;

[wilder]

[Zelos arrives there pretty soon, and takes advantage of Lloyd's ignorance of his surroundings to watch him for a moment, to gauge the situation and to make sure his own emotions are carefully locked up so he can focus on his friend.]

[....Man, he sure is glad he knows how to heal himself yeesh. This is not going to be one of their fun training sessions, he can tell. ]

[Finally, after giving Lloyd a second to breath, he'll approach, raising two fingers in greeting even if Lloyd's back is to him]

Yo.

[sixguns]

If ye need any sorta leatherwork done for it, cushions an' padding an' such, I'd be happy t'help. My da used t'build furniture, an' that's part of what we did.

[gentleidealist]

Really? My dad's a craftsman, too.

[... this guy kind of sounds like a dwarf. However, there is a distinct lack of dwarves in Paradisa so he curbs his enthusiasm for now.]

[sixguns]

Aye, we had a leatherwork shop. He put together some fine things. I learned a wee bit of woodwork, but it was mostly carving I did in my spare time.

[gentleidealist]

I do a lot of that, too. [It's silly how such a small reminder of home can cheer him up. He really misses his adoptive dad.] It'd be cool to work with you on something.

What's your name? I'm Lloyd.

[sixguns]

Noah MacManus. Lovely t'meet ya.

[gentleidealist]

Nice to meet you, too. There's not a lot of people around who make stuff, so it's nice to talk to someone who does it.

[sixguns]

I'm just doin' what I know. If we're all stuck here, best t'be kitted out properly, aye?

Lloyd

[selfless]

[of course, Colette wasn't there when everyone discovered Yuans... body. But she was told eventually, not too long after it happened. So since then she's been... quiet. Reading the journal, pouring over every page. So, she notices Lloyd's post immediately. Another pang of guilt before she replies softly]

Lloyd? Are you at the house right now?

Colette;

[gentleidealist]

[Her tone makes him pay attention immediately.] I'm in the castle today.

... Are you okay? [Wait, stupid question. She's probably about as okay as Lloyd is.] I mean, do you want me to come home early?

Lloyd

[selfless]

[ah... there's a pause. Pretending she's okay would probably just make Lloyd feel worse, so.. honesty it is] No... and I'm worried about you.

You don't have to come back, I could come see you?

Colette;

[gentleidealist]

Oh... [His cheeks heat up, and he's glad she can't see it.] Sorry I worried you.

Uh, but you can come see me. [UGH WHY DOES HE SOUND SO DUMB? WHY CAN'T HE JUST SAY COOL THINGS WHEN COLETTE IS LIKE THIS?]

Lloyd

[selfless]

I-It's okay, you don't have to be sorry. [hehe, almost like the roles are reversed]

Okay. Then I'll be there in a little bit.

Colette;

[gentleidealist]

[More like he's stuttering because he made her worry and that's not supposed to happen.]

Meet you in the garden. I need some fresh air, anyway.

[Lloyd can be found pretty easily in a garden of flowers. He's the blob of red hunched over a nice park bench, elbows on his knees. He's either depressed or falling asleep. Could be a mixture of both at this point.]

Lloyd

[selfless]

[when Colette walks into the garden, she pauses when she sees him sitting like that. She waits for a moment, deciding what to do. How can she help, how can she... finally after that moment,s he just decides to do what comes naturally.

So, she'll walk over and sit down next to Lloyd. And then quickly, gently she reaches over to give him a hug]

action forever;

[gentleidealist]

[He looks up as he hears her approach, but doesn't bother stopping the hug. It does surprise him-- she must've seen how he looked, he thinks wryly-- but then he folds her into the hug. Maybe this is just what he needs.

What they both need.]

... Colette, [he murmurs into her hair.] ... hey.

[selfless]

H-Hi... [and if he's not letting go, she's not letting go either, she rests her head on his shoulder, and closes her eyes]

I'm sorry.