♛ 47

[ardor]

[Backdated to Thursday the 26th]

[Initial freak outs and annoyances said and done, Joshua, the traveling prison escapee, now finds himself with another resident trapped some place in the castle. This one's not a resident's room, though. Things just get weirder and weirder.

That, however, was a few hours ago, and now the pair find themselves doing whatever they can to keep occupied. This includes making a sand castle. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, they're trapped in the Four Seasons Room.]

Pass me the blue bucket on your right.

[Slight shifting noises.............. followed by some water droplets on the journal.]

[And a scream. A loud scream.]

[OOC: Wayyy backdated. The post is set for last Thursday when the Seasons Room is a summery beach. There's going to be two sections, one for Thursday and one for Friday, which will have snow. Unlike the other loss posts, this one allows for visitors because the room is public.]

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[ardor]

[This look.]

[wilder]

...Don't believe me huh?

[ardor]

I believe there's got to be more to it than some fancy title.

[wilder]

[a shrug]

Oh you know, the usual story. Special birth, long lineage, stories involving angels, around to save the world if it ever needs it- the usual stuff you get with conceited titles like that.

[ardor]

More of the usual, then. [She doesn't sound too impressed or dismissive.]

[wilder]

You know it~

[He appreciates the tone. Zelos meanwhile turns his head to look at the ocean. Nice view, even if it's fake]

[ardor]

So, did the world need saving or anything?

[wilder]

Turns out it did.

But because there was a hotheaded idiot, things kinda broke away from tradition and it got saved in a way no one expected. [And even if it's an insulting, his tone seems almost...affection about said hotheaded idiot]

[ardor]

Sounds like it wasn't all bad from your tone. [While he's facing the water, she closes her book and thwaps him lightly on the head with it. Being paperback, it shouldn't hurt.]

See? You're tolerable when you're not an ego centric jerk overcompensating for something.

[wilder]

Yeah well, he's my bud. And if you hang around him too long, he has a way of infecting you with his ideals and attitude like a disease so you start to like him.

[He makes a small noise at the thwap though it doesn't hurt that much. He rubs his head...and the response surprises him. In the kind of way that after his initial look of surprise...he actually gives a genuine smile]

Heh heh...thanks.

[ardor]

Then I'll be sure to avoid him at all costs, diseases and all.

[That smile is met with one of her own.]

I guess that warrants you asking something about me if you want.

[wilder]

Whaat? But that means you couldn't come visit me- that's cruel!

[Ohohoho *A* ]

Really? A question about the mysterious Kallen~?

[ardor]

Offer rescinded in three, two...

[wilder]

Fine, fine!

[What could he ask- oh he knows]

You're fighting against something at home, aren't you?

[ardor]

[She lifts up the book in query.]

I was. It's over, and things are good again.

[wilder]

[He gives a slight nod towards the book] That and a few other things.

What was it?

[ardor]

Well, it's kinda complicated since it's world specific...

[He can probably see the snark rolling off of that statement.]

[wilder]

Heh heh...

You're a real comedian, darling.

[ardor]

Call me darling again, you won't be laughing for long.

[wilder]

Hmmm, you got a point.

It is a bit too general for you now. You need a nickname more unique.

[ardor]

Oh, I've gotta hear this.

[wilder]

I gotta think on it first! Creative genius takes time!

[ardor]

Meaning you've got no clue.

[wilder]

Well that's because I don't know that much about you, Kallen!

Come on, tell me more about you and I'm sure I'll come up with something great. I did kinda tell you my big giant secret here. [Not the only secret, but hey it's definitely the big one in Paradisa]

[ardor]

[She snorts and rolls her eyes, but complies. In a way.]

I'm a Knightmare Frame pilot back home. It's... pretty much a giant robot shaped roughly like a person. It has weapons, and they serve as the staple weapon of armed conflicts.