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[ Its actually a couple seconds where there's a video, then just sound, then a video again. The phone direction pamphlet makes an appearance, then the somewhat battered face of Zaveid.

He stares blankly for a second, then pops a grin. ]

Anyone got a favorite bar around here?

[ Priorities, right? ]

{ Action }
[ The phone thing proved that people could see him, which was not the weirdest but still pretty weird, so into a holster that goes, and he winds the necklace around an arm as he wanders.

... Might as well explore the city until its evening, at least. Not too weird for humans, right?? Ugh, when was the last time he paid that much attention?

..... ]

Daaamn, brat didn't pull any punches... [ Maybe he should check out that housing thing and take a nap. ]

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Certainly! Jack's is second to none, and if you're still at The Bay, it's very near. But I see you're as half-dressed now as then, and they'll never take you that way. I could help, for the small price of a name.

Edited 2018-04-21 23:23 (UTC)

Huh?

[ He glances down. Like he didn't notice he was only wearing pants and boots. ]

So that's what's up with the looks? Here I was thinkin' I got some admirers~

[ Zaveid rubs his chin in thought, gaze drifting before back at the phone and the guy in it. ]

Name's Zaveid.

Pffha, admiring your boldness, perhaps. Even should you find Jack's, or indeed any respectable establishment, they will insist upon more conservative cover.

Welcome to the world, Zaveid. Goodness, what a strange name. Have you any clue to its meaning?

Hmmm. Don't own any.

[ he could do something ridiculous with his holsters....

He looks pretty cheerful when he said that. ]

Do name's gotta have them? [ Said like he never thought much on it. Meanings, what are those. ]

They really ought to put a clothes' bin somewhere there; fortunately the world's never absconded anyone while they were bathing. Well, I'm sure I have something in your size.

I would hope so! Unless you, heaven forbid, wish to be prosaic! I can hardly find an English analogue. Well, suppose if your parents never told you it isn't your fault. That's a fate I've heard, lamentably, more than once.

Shall I come relieve you of your nakedness?

Ha! That would be a sight. Do ya think they'd come with the tub of water in the pod thing? [ Whether he means he'd be alarmed at a naked person, or would enjoy it, that's up to guess. ]

Y'can add another to the growing list, then~

Sure, sure. Since it seems like I'm gunna need it to get something to drink around here. Right here? [ And he points the camera to where he's currently loitering, hopefully enough landmarks to help the guy out. ]

Or do you wanna meet somewhere else?

[Thus far, Ted would say Zaveid is one for whom alarm or any other flavor of anxiety seldom comes.]

Pffha, no, Genessia only allows carry-on luggage. At least they'd still have the water, eh? Feel free to step out of it to avoid drenching what few clothes you do have. I'll meet you just outside The Bay, where the pamphlets are. That'll keep you from going idle. While I've never seen any arrested for loitering, it is still a, albeit mild, crime. I'll see you soon!

[A blonde, colorfully dressed man would appear in ten minutes or less, or the shirt's free.]

Just standin' around can get you in trouble? Jeeez...

[ Either way-

Yep, that's a human who looks about like the one in the phone - er, video.

A lazy wave. He sees you! ]

Y'know, for someone fond of names, you never shared yours.

Aheh, no, not unless it's a prelude to something else.

[Don't ask him what. He wads up the white shirt with the provocative red and tosses it over.]

Let me know if you need one in a larger size. Ah! So I didn't. Would you like me to?

[Always forgetting that, and he could understand if Zaveid didn't.]

[ Caught! Holding it out like "ugh, clothes" lets it un-wad.

... Okay, he might be able to appreciate shirts a bit more of they say things like this. ]

One way to check. [ Sorry guy he's just gunna shove his necklace, and the one he just got, into a holster and try the shirt on.

Result is a "ugh why clothes" face. It feels so weird... ]

Would be nice. Would know who knows fun shirts.

[Judging by the slight mirth, Ted already approves. He has a lot of shirts like that.]

It's Ted; pleasure to meet you. Now that you're looking civilized, any bar would be happy to have you, I'm sure. Jacks' in question isn't five minutes away, making it the most convenient in the world for newcomers.

I don't drink very often anymore, but that Hangar Queen place in Genessia City is pretty good. If you like club atmospheres, anyway.

[Really he only goes there because Sonico performs there. But. He does have to admit the ~~idiot~~ owner seems to know his way around booze. As much as Mobius hates to pay that guy a compliment.]

If its got alcohol, that's good enough for me. I'll figure out if I like these clubs later.

[She's only made it back to Genessia City to grab a few things she can't seem to find in Fayren, but it's hard not to for her attention to wander, particularly when it's someone in need.

And shirtless guy definitely looks like he could use the help.]

Hey, sorry to bother you, but are you okay?

M'fine, I've had worse. But if a pretty lady wants to help me out, why would I say no?

[He should just... ignore that curious breeze nearby, should he ever actually make his way to the Commons. ...]

[ ITS JUST IN HIS HEAD.

ITS SPRING.

AND WINDY.

AND ITS A DAY.

SO ITS ALL IN HIS HEAD THAT IT FEELS FAMILIAR. ]

[... but does any of that explain why it seems to stick around over the next few days?

...or why it might even get a little stronger, despite the hesitancy that seems to ride those winds. They're not as strong as they should be, but... then again, Theodora's touch has always been gentle...]

Edited 2018-04-22 03:52 (UTC)

[Eleanor was just flipping through the network, looking for any news on the Scions she recently joined, but instead... This man... He looks way too familiar. Using her mind's eye, she tidies up his hair, add a stylish suit.

Then it hits her.]

It's you...! Zaveid!

Whoa, someone who already knows me?

[ Wait.

Wait.

Why don't you look any different- ]

You're that - Eleanor?!

[Of all the people to get excited about seeing, why is it Mister Picks-A-Fight-With-Eizen-Alot?]

Yeah! Say, have you seen Velvet and the others?

...And why are you shirtless?

[She's not going to look at him directly for now, but she's not going to ask about the bruises either. She has a preeeetty good idea what happened.]

Uh. No... It's complicated. [ Its slowly sinking in that wait. He's talking to someone who really really really should be dead.

He feels old. ]

That's just how Zaveid rolls these days.

[ ... Does he want to inform her of that or-

Things Zaveid is not prepared for - trying to tell Ms Exorcist that its been a long time ]

Huh... Is that so...?

[Zaveid never did act straight forward, from what she remembers. Just show up, fights Eizen, some little advice and then disappears.]

I was really hoping for any news from home.

[ He's silent for a moment.

She'd been an exorcist, but.. she was more a good person than that. At least, he's pretty sure that's how it'd been.

He feels old. ]

News is complicated. You sure you want it?

[What kind of question is that? Damn cryptic as always...]

Good or bad, I can handle it...

[But is she sure about that?]

[ He's not sure about that.

He's also not sure what to say. ]

.... I've met Edna. Y'know, Eizen's little sister.

[ .... Cause lets go there, with an oh so serious look on his face. ]

Oh? The girl Laphicet thinks is cute?

[Eleanor, not serious at all. Woosh! Right over her oblivious head.]

That's the one!

[ A beat. She wanted news. ]

Tough little lady. 'Course, she's been sharing her mountain top with a dragon for the last two hundred years, so she'd have to be.

[ That means exactly what it sounds like it does. ]

A dragon...?

[Be prepared, though Eleanor turns away for a moment, she can still be heard talking. Her idea of a hushed tones wasn't quite hushed enough while she thinks about this.]

But, dragons don't exist... Do they? Sure, the daemonblight creates horrific monsters, but... Dragons? Furthermore, why would a malak willingly live with a Daemon?

Well, there is our group, but... For two-hundred years?

[Mind bringing her back, Zaveid?]

[ But dragons don't exist... do they?.

Ah. ]

... You mean you haven't seen what happens to a ..malak who's been around too many... daemons?

[ Excuse him for the hitches, for the pauses as he remembers the words she's used to instead of the ones that are common now.

This is starting to hurt, not just make him feel old. ]

... What did you and Velvet and the rest do last. [ He has a bad feeling- ]

[That brought her back. She needed a moment to think about it since she has been here awhile already.]

Um, let's see... We were treated for the pirates scourge.

[How vivid it is, that salah-tohma was painful.
~~(this mun also needs a refresher on that point in the story.)~~]

Oh.

[ Legendary Wyvern, Melchior getting away. ]

Which city are you in? I'll find you.

[ Actually, his winds are searching Genessia city as best he can, while he asks. ]

Hm?

I'm in Fayren right now.

[This is where the Scions were going to operate from. Business is slow, though.]

Give me a couple minutes.

[ View clicks off, and then she's got a couple minutes while he figures out which arch is for Fayren, goes through.

Then figures out where she is.

It's getting a little windy, sorry- ]

[Eleanor waits outside of the tavern where the Scions meet. Then, she noticed how the wind is picking up.

Then, the source appears down the road from her.]

Zaveid! Over here!

[He did not even bother to put a shirt on? She thought that's what took him so long. She waited this long, she can wait until he comes in conversation distance.]

...Are you sure you okay dressed like that?

[ Nope, he just got here and had to figure out the new place things.

... Really, Eleanor? ]

I'm good. [ Even if he's still beat up. Doesn't quite seem like Eizen's handiwork, though... ]

It takes a lot for me to notice temperature.

[ ... And then he'll just. Study her for a bit.

... Yeah, matches up with his memory pretty damn well. ]

If you say so...

[She would offer to heal him, but then she noticed the looks he was giving her.]

...Why are you looking at me like that?

[ He's silent for a moment longer. ]

It's just been a thousand years.

[ A shrug, hands up for a second. ]

So I know lotsa news. A whole lot of it probably doesn't matter to you, though.

[Blink.

A thousand years?]

A thousand years?!

You've got to be joking! ...wait, you... likely aren't. You are a malak, after all...

[Now she has reservations about asking. After all, she doesn't want to know what history thinks of her. "Eleanor Hume, Traitor to the Abbey." Or something to that effect.]

[ Another wide shrug. ]

Yep~

Though that's a little outdated. Everyone calls us seraphim now.

After Life in Nova City ain't bad.

[ .. He can't help it ]

That mean you know one that is bad?

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