#kratos 01

It was unusual for the Protozoan to take off on his own, darting through the bushes of the forest that was in the complete opposite direction of the forge. Lloyd had already taken him on his walk that morning, and he told Noishe that he’d make lunch for them as soon as they got back; but his companion seemed hellbent on what he was doing, ignoring the brunette as he tried to catch up to him.

“Noishe! Are you listening to me?! Hey!” but no matter how quickly Lloyd tried to keep up, Noishe was much faster; soon disappearing completely into the forest without a single sound. If he had gotten scared by something, he would’ve been crying, and trying to hide behind Lloyd-- so what the hell was this all about?

“Jeez, what’s gotten into him..? He never ignores me like that,” it wasn’t enough to keep the brunette away however, still keeping his pace in the same direction he’d watched his dog go towards. He pushed through shrubs, walked past trees and their hanging branches until he came to a clearing; finally spotting that familiar green fur standing next to someone.

The dog had his head tilted upwards, and already was there a hand caressing the side of his face; his tail happily thumping against the ground below him. Noishe seemed perfectly content, as if he’d finally found who he was looking for.. all the while, Lloyd felt himself go completely still.

His eyes widened, the beat of his heart quickening in the depths of his chest; and despite the way his throat tightened, as if suddenly unable to speak, the brunette was able to utter a single word towards the person who had been waiting there for them.

“Dad..?”

“Oh wow, you’re Lloyd’s dad?!” Kay’s first reaction is to be excited for Lloyd-- he’s talked about how much he loves his dads, he must be really happy! She’s glad she got to meet him, but she knows firsthand that being separated from your family must be hard.

“FALL INTO OBLIVION!” With electricity crackling in his hand and conducted by the knife, Joey stabbed down into the face of the drone and sent it into it- short circuiting it. It was embarrassing to say, but Jounoichi had no time for embarrassment when these things were going around attacking people!

Its been nearly non-stop fighting these things and again he was glad for his stamina even if all his powers weren’t unlocked. And to use the Cursed Vampiric Left hand for saving instead of hurting...It was definitely something to think about. Muttering the words to release the borrowed energy from his body, he felt his adrenaline go down, if for a few minutes. He needed to rest, but...

“Pardon me for saying so, but the way you carry yourself, you would appear to be a soldier.”

It’s hard to say what exactly has caught his eye about this particular individual, seemingly a human like the majority of the city is. He’s certainly not the only individual on this planet that looks as if he has seen battles, or the only one reflexively holding onto a wooden weapon.

(it certainly wasn’t the detail on said wooden weapon, though that as an afterthought certainly caught his attention.)

“You are..” it was unlike Richter to call out to a stranger so bluntly, despite how his words had trailed off once the man had made eye contact with him-- but his silhouette had seemed so familiar that it was difficult to avoid the temptation to investigate why. It was only when he turned to fully face Richter that the realization finally hit the half-elf; although he did not know this man by name.. he had seen him a few times before in Sybak, when he was still being forced to work in the basement of the research academy.

He had been one of the only humans aside from Aster to treat him with a shred of decency back then. Those gestures alone were more than enough to let Richter remember his face.

“.. I don’t suppose you remember me. I believe we’ve only ever exchanged just a few words,” pushing up his glasses with his index finger, Richter straightened his shoulders; allowing the surprise he felt to dissipate from his form. “You used to visit the Imperial Research Academy in Sybak, did you not? I worked there for a number of years. My name is Richter Abend.”

“Excuse me? Hey, wait up!” This guy has a quick stride, but from what Aster remembers, that’s pretty typical of him. He doesn’t know him well, but...

“My name’s Aster Laker, I’m from the Imperial Research Academy in Sybak. I understand if you don’t remember me, since we only met in passing, but...” it becomes clear fairly quickly that he didn’t have a plan beyond approaching a familiar face, but that’s never stopped him before. Even if this guy doesn’t seem much for conversation, Aster has often told Richter that he’s willing to talk enough for both of them.

Nothing really could prepare Mithos for what would happen next, that being the great number of feelings that would rise up at seeing a particular face. Varying levels of anger, and of hurt. It was a heavy, merciless combo, leaving him overwhelmed and silent for some time. He tries not to look at him.

The traitor. 

He was one of many, but that didn’t make the crime any lighter for him. He was the worst of all. He was the one who burned him the worst. Someone so very close to him, someone he had held so dear. Someone who he never expected to betray him.  

Kratos, of all people? 

He had went over the idea time and time again in his head. A part of him had expected that Yuan and Kratos would grow apart from him eventually with his ‘obsession’ with Martel’s revival, however... he had thought it just to be a nagging thought, not something that would ever happen. He trusted them, he had let them into his heart, despite knowing he could be hurt from such a thing in the future, he... 

“You...” 

His computer in his apartment has access to it, so his best option for sating his curiosity is to seek out a public place that has access. Which is how he ended up here at the Golden Oak Net Cafe.

Right now he’s mainly just... dicking around on the computer. (It’s mostly all been aimless, though he has managed to find some pictures of some pretty sweet cars.) It’s pretty engrossing stuff, even though he has been all too aware that there’s a woman sitting at his left, her chair just a little too close to where he’s sitting. 

He’s not expecting her to, say, reach out and touch him or anything. She’s a stranger after all, but... he can’t help being just a little on edge.

Guy is just finding himself wondering how the internet could work in his home world (how could fonons play into it? It could probably contribute to all kinds of interesting fontech) when suddenly--

“G I R L S ! G I R L S ! G I R L S ! C L I C K  H E R E ! ! !  S E X Y N A U G H T Y  G I R L S  I N   Y O U R   A R E A !  C L I C K  N O W  T O   L I C K  N O W ! ! ” He’s so startled by the sudden noise blasting right into his ear that he falls backwards out of his chair.