#envyswake

The line is completely lost on him, but he rectifies the alarming situation with sincere concern.

❝ If it is painful for you to stand then you must remain seated. I implore you to rest. Surly a healer is not far away? If need be I will take you there myself. ❞ Humans are truly fragile creatures but this one proves to be more resilient to injury than others! What with standing on a broken leg and all.  

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＞　Zaveid is searching through his contacts looking for familiar names, tying them to faces and experiences - trying to reacquaint himself with someone who might... pay attention to him. He hovers hesitantly over a name he remembers, humming thoughtfully to himself before opening a new message.

To: Zelos W. From: Zaveid

It’s twelve minutes to midnight, and Miriam is bone aching tired, at least on a physical level. She’s been on the air for four hours, live and trying her best not to fuck any of it up. While successful, she’s left with a physical tiredness and a head buzzing with everything and anything. Briefly, she considers coffee, or loitering at one of the twenty-four hour diners. But, that sounds like too much stimulation, and she settles for smoking a cigarette under a street lamp, like some swanky old school detective. 

It works until it doesn’t, until her lighter doesn’t do jack shit, and she realizes that her phone is dead as dead can be. Letting out a flurry of curses, she ends up scouting about for someone who looks nice enough to maybe buy her a lighter from the local convenience store. 

Finding someone she recognizes is a small relief, and Miriam approaches by waving and drawing nearer.

This was.... before they’d met with Verius, at the Martel Temple just outside Iselia. Marta was watching her past self lagging behind the group... she’d just spoken with Emil, only to put more pressure on him. Even now, she wondered if that’d been cruel of her- but his “answer” had been all wrong! She hadn’t wanted either of them to go away...

It was Zelos who’d noticed, and Zelos who’d spoken to her. Though his personality could be... something at times, she still found it easy to look up to the chosen- he was smarter than he let on, and she appreciated those times where he’d allowed that to show.

She’d felt it almost rude to watch her own memory, so she’d turned aside- only to run smack into Zelos, yet again.

If he were to admit anything, it was that his mask was becoming more and more difficult to don. Not for lack of want, but for exhaustion. Little point was to be had for wearing it, anyone from his own world knew him for what he was, but...

That simply meant one had to get back into practice, didn’t it?

And so he found himself in the midst of current culture. A ‘nightclub’, seeming to be this place’s version of the gentleman’s clubs of his own era. Dark, candlelit, full of those wearing literal and figurative masks where they partook in whatever they needed to shield from the light of day.

Here it was neon, glowing.

The barkeep asked him if he wanted anything, a gloved hand resting on his chin.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Zelos!

You’ll be staying in CONDO 403!

You’ll be able to use First Aid up to five times per day.

You’ll also be given a wooden sword and shield.

Enjoy your stay!

Gaelio has always been a very proper person. early to bed, early to rise, always on time, never wastes food. sure, he may not be the most professional all the time (as being too stuck-up bothered him), but he took pride in doing his job well and efficiently. 

despite this, he also knows how to have fun, within reason. he is not a perfect person, of course; he’s had his fair share of flings (carefully kept secret, as to not tarnish his reputation) and even bigger share of mistakes (also swiftly covered up). which is why he doesn’t feel bad letting his emotions control his actions tonight.

he usually prefers to drink socially, but tonight he’s nursing an entire bottle (already almost half empty by this time of night), nestled in a patch of grass by himself, staring up at the stars. the lights from the city make them almost impossible to see, but he can make out a few from this far into the green sector. they’re comforting, almost.

a rustle in the grass nearby snaps him from his thoughts. he props himself up on his elbow and the movement makes the world spin for a moment, but he soon makes out the form of another person.