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]

Comments

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

I see...

[He follows Lloyd's glance. He's used to the ghosts at this point and they don't set off his eye, but he can see why it would disturb the new people. ]

Well, I can help if you like! I tend to eat a lot so...

[gentleidealist]

[He's used to punching ghosts in the face. Also, he doesn't like depending on the castle too much.]

Me too. I like to have thirds. Sometimes fourths or fifths...

[He stares at the pot he picked, then puts it back and brings out a HUGE one.]

Better.

[He starts with the basis of the sauce.]

Know any good stories?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[He laughs a little]

You must have a large stomach then.

[He'll try not to break your pride in your appetite size; he starts digging in the fridge for ingredients]

Eh? What sorts of stories do you mean?

[gentleidealist]

What can I say? I like food.

[Meanwhile, he's still mixing up the sauce and divvying the spices.]

I dunno, anything-- whether it's funny or important to you. My friends sometimes told stories while waiting for food to cook.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

I can appreciate that.

[Dumping stuff on the counter! When he has enough, he'll get a knife to start chopping up the vegetables]

I see...hmmm...well did anyone ever tell you about world changes before?

[gentleidealist]

[Lloyd lets him help. He only has two hands, after all.]

I heard something about pirates. Why do I always miss the good stuff?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles]

I'm sure you'll see some stuff if you're here long enough.

But the pirate ships were rather fun...I mean some parts were scary and worrying, but...it was fun, living like a pirate for a few days.

[gentleidealist]

Hahahah, probably.

[He beams at Allen.]

Of course some parts were scary! That's what makes it fun. Did you get to dress like a pirate, too?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Yeah! I still have the outfits, actually.

We fought sea monsters and other pirates!

[gentleidealist]

[... SO JEALOUS]

That sounds so cool! Man, my outfit's at home, too...

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

It was. Though now I think about it, I don't think we ever found any buried treasure...

[gentleidealist]

Whaaaat? That's a total ripoff!

[He scoffs and stirs some spices into the sauce.]

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Yeah...though maybe if we ever have a chance to go back there, we can seek buried treasure out!

[gentleidealist]

[Stir stir stir.]

They usually bury treasure on islands, right?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

I think so! Too bad there are no islands near here...

[gentleidealist]

Yeah, but a continent is just a really big island. There's bound to be something.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Eh?

I always thought they were different somehow...

[gentleidealist]

They're both land surrounded by water. If it's a continent, it just means people have to look harder for treasure. That's why no one's found anything here yet.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

But...most people live on continents, so there would be less places you could possibly hide a treasure on a continent? I mean...with an island you have to sail to it at least.

[gentleidealist]

If you don't tell anyone it's there except on a map, then someone could be living on top of it for ages and never notice.

Pretty sneaky if you ask me.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[He laughs a little] That's true.

I wonder if that's the case with what's under the castle...

[gentleidealist]

Something's under the castle?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[a shrug] Maybe?

I've heard rumours through the years that sometimes people can sense some sort of darkness. And sometimes there are people who try to see what's under there...but I don't think anyone has found anything. At least, I haven't heard of them finding anything.

[gentleidealist]

Too bad no one's confirmed it... Maybe that's where all the stuff we lost goes.

[He is... totally imagining the castle sitting on some kind of giant pit full of random crap.]

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

I don't know...I doubt it would be that easy to get our losses back. [Plus it's weird to picture JARS of memories or abilities]