four ► may there always be angels

[gentleidealist]

[dictated]

Whoa... what happened to my room?

[Anyone who enters room 518 will find themselves in the middle of a field at night, stars scattered all around, galaxies and constellations forming a breathtaking, one-of-a-kind view. As one would expect of Lloyd Irving's headspace, it is mostly empty! However, there are three figures walking in the distance: a woman with brown hair, a tall man who looks suspiciously like Kratos Aurion, and a toddler sitting atop the man's shoulders. They always seem to stay out of hearing distance, but Lloyd chases after them for a while anyway.]

W-- wait! Stop!

[Just seeing that silhouette against the stars makes his heart lurch.]

Mom... Dad...

[ooc: Feel free to find Lloyd moping in his own headspace, or try to catch up with the family up there. Scattered in the grass are blacksmithing plans and crude drawings of mom, dad, a dwarf, and some kind of green dog. :|b]

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[gentleidealist]

[Yeah, that's pretty touchy... but Lloyd doesn't know any better. He's just happy that his father made friends somewhere. That he tried to help people. Even when it might've killed him.]

He's been through a lot, but he always wants to do the right thing.

I wonder if he was always so serious. [He runs a hand through his hair and looks up at the stars.] ... Then again, I can't really imagine him any other way.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles a little]

Some people just are, you know? I know a few people who could probably stand to smile or joke more...but then it wouldn't be like them at all.

[gentleidealist]

You're right. It'd probably be kind of creepy...

I wouldn't mind if he was happier, though.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Maybe if he comes here again, you can make sure of that.

I'm sure you'd be able to do so.

[gentleidealist]

[... Kratos...]

It's... it's okay. [He scritches the back of his head.] I mean, he has things to do, and so do I. I don't think he'd be too happy in a place like this.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[he shrugs] Not a lot of people are.

[gentleidealist]

[His gloved fingers brush across his Exsphere again.]

Yeah, so... he's better off wherever he is.

[Lloyd doesn't sound that enthusiastic about it, but...]

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Right...

[He glances down at his own hands nervously. He doesn't know enough about the situation to know what to say...and he knows all too well with parents, saying the wrong thing could be very bad]

[gentleidealist]

[... well, this is awkward.]

I think I remember how to get out of here. Want to get a bite to eat?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Eh?

[He perks up INSTANTLY!]

Sure! I would like that a lot!

[gentleidealist]

[Food is the best cure for angst. As long as it isn't drugged.]

I'm hungry, too. I hope the kitchen's intact. I don't feel like fighting a dragon just to get lunch.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Yeah...

[then thoughtfully]

I wonder what dragon would taste like....ah, then again that's probably not a very nice question to ask!

[gentleidealist]

Probably not that great... I ate a fried snake on a dare once.

[SHUDDER]

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Oh...that didn't taste very good?

[He rubs the back of his neck]

Once on a world change, I ate a velcioraptor after all the food supplies got spoiled.

[Yes. All of it.]

[gentleidealist]

There wasn't much to it. Pretty stringy, really. It wasn't as bad as some of the stuff the Professor's made, though.

[Are they really trading weird food stories? REALLY?]

A what? Is that like a bird or something?

1/4

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Oh yes...I remember Professor Sage's cooking...

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[...Give him a moment here as he flashes back to these traumas during the expeditions]

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

4/4

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[Then he snaps out of it! Perfectly fine now!]

Velociraptor? Oh no, it's a dinosaur! Which...is like a big reptile! They used to live on my planet before they went extinct a long time ago.

[gentleidealist]

[HE KNOWS, MAN. HE KNOWS. He continues on, oblivious to the traumatic flashbacks.] ... Yeah, it's pretty hard to forget.

[a pause]

So what did it taste like?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Ah-

Actually...a bit like chicken, if you'd believe it.

[gentleidealist]

Huh, really? Doesn't sound half-bad when you put it like that.

[WHY ARE THEY EVEN HAVING THIS CONVERSATION]

Is there anything you've tried in Paradisa that you really like?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Mm, it was actually rather good!

[a thoughtful noise]

A lot of things...I used to eat these things called Hot Pockets here. They weren't in my time period, so I never got a chance to eat them before.

[gentleidealist]

Wow, even the name sounds good. What else? [Allen did say 'used to'.]

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Um....ice cream, chocolate chip cookies, hot dogs, french fries, Twinkies, tacos, ramen, chili, sushi, Vegemite, soda, milkshakes, fry bread, guacamole, tortilla chips and salsa, crepes...[and he keeps going. honestly you might want to stop him before he goes on for the next ten minutes]