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[tzaraisen]

Who: Percival (tzaraisen) & others
What: Event starters + monthly catchall
When: September
Where: Flona Cove, likely other places
Warning(s): Nothing, afaik?


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[cajolery]

gimme the d

[tzaraisen]

[ Honestly, Percival is pretty touched by the idea that these humble food vendors are providing food for free. He's never experienced being penniless until now, and though he's never thought himself necessarily above anyone, it's one thing to empathize being at the mercy of other's kindness and an entirely different thing to actually live it. And now, a hungry (but summery) Percival is living it.

He makes a note to repay the favor, because he definitely doesn't like feeling indebted. More importantly, he cannot entertain the thought that he may be using resources and contributing nothing in return.

In fact, he's resolved to go help right now. Well, after he accepts this bowl of food (I'm godmodding it into soup) and re-energizes himself. ]

Thank you. [ Except this will all go to hell soon. ]

[cajolery]

[ Since Clair has never missed an opportunity to provide her much-needed assistance to the less fortunate—and since actual menial labor is still such a delightful novelty to her—she doesn't hesitate to volunteer to do a little serving work for the local running this ...soup... stand. Why anybody would want to eat hot soup on a warm summer day is a mystery, to be sure, but here she is.

And here is Percival, her next customer. She flashes him a friendly smile. ]

Why, the young man is most welcome!

[ I guess Koralle never taught her not to refer to customers in the third person... just as she's about to hand him the bowl, a passerby bumps into her from behind, knocking her forward. That nice hot bowl of soup goes flying out of her hands and smack into him. And so does she?! ]

Oh, my—!

[tzaraisen]

[ Well, he wouldn't have minded being referred to as "young man", seeing as how their interaction was only supposed to go as far as exchanging soup from one set of hands to another.

Of course, things never go as they are supposed to. Definitely not for Percival, at least.

He yells out in pain as the scalding hot soup hits his chest, followed by the increased weight of her falling!? Everything happens so fast, and yet, everything is so painful, and though he doesn't fall, he stumbles back, but manages to catch her in his arms.

He still wants to keep her from harm, it's like instinct, even though he's definitely pissed and in pain. ]

By the astrals! What are you doing, you stupid girl?! Watch where you're going!

[cajolery]

[ It all happens so quickly that Clair doesn't really know how to react at first. One second she was just standing there with a bowl of soup in her hands and the next she's bowl-less and in the arms of this man in khaki shorts, soup spilled all down his front. The bowl lies on the ground, shattered.

Him yelling at her definitely snaps her out of her astonishment, though, and she glares up at him. ]

I beg your pardon? You should be ashamed to speak to a lady in such a manner! I— [ was shoved—she suddenly straightens and look around for the person who ran into her, but they're nowhere to be found. Or they just... don't want to get involved in this scene...

She turns back towards Percival, her hands on her hips. Now she can see that she really did a number on him, didn't she? Those khaki shorts are definitely ruined—what a shame. ]

I do apologize, but I can hardly help the fact that I was jostled. Is that not so? [ So slow your roll, dude!! ]

gaelio

[tzaraisen]

[ To say that this is all extremely foreign and strange is an understatement. Even after nearly two weeks of being in the Station, Percival has just begun to understand how things worked in Thesa Station before being deployed planetside. But that's just fine, he supposes. It's best to venture out and gather information about their new supposed home as soon as possible.

He refuses to let his thoughts dwell on the one he's lost for too long. It isn't productive. And there are many, many faces that he recognizes in those stasis pods. That is a small comfort.

For the life of him, he can't figure out how the hell he's supposed to make this teleporter thing work. He's unlucky in the sense that he's trying this at a time when there aren't many people to lead by example, too. He paces around the thing, walks right into it, tries to find buttons on the side...

Nothing.

Yet when someone approaches, he's just... kind of embarrassed that he might have been caught trying to find a button to make it go. ]

I do not require assistance. [ He does. Please help. ]

[kimaris]

[ He very clearly does, but maybe Gaelio will spare him too much shame on it... as much as possible, anyway. He briefly considers just taking his hand and doing away with the situation, but has a better idea immediately after. ]

But maybe I do. [ Please help him, Percival... help him help you. He's holding out a gloved hand. ] To get back down to the planet with two people, I'm to understand that we need to be holding hands.

[tzaraisen]

Is that so?

[ Not even he is so proud that he would continue being difficult when doing so would only prove unproductive.

But Gaelio is phrasing it in just the right way, because let's be honest, Percival doesn't know yet that Gaelio can totally get down there on his own. Maybe this is just how it works. ]

Very well. I can provide you with assistance, young man. [ With no more hesitation, he bridges the distance between them and takes Gaelio's hand, gripping it firmly. ]

[kimaris]

[ Young man... thanks Percival. He's almost thirty so that makes him anime old, but it's fine. He can still flaunt the khaki look like this... his grip is steady, like it's not bothering him to be holding hands with anyone. Likely because it's actually not bothering him at all. ]

Thank you. [ What a helpful man... a charmingly helpful one even. But before he starts the teleportation process, he gives him another look. ] What's your name?

[tzaraisen]

[ Just accept your age compliment, Gaelio. The reality is, nano was probably drunk while writing the last tag and completely forgot Gaelio's age. ]

Of course. And... [ He frowns a little. He can't help but acknowledge the truth: ] thank you for helping me.

[ Gaelio's hand is larger than his own, but what is more notable is his strong, confident grip. It isn't threatening, but unwavering and protective. It gives him a small comfort-- makes him feel a bit less nervous about the idea of disintegrating into the area and re-materializing. He steps onto the teleporter and waits to see if there are any instructions to heed. ] My name is Percival. And yours?

JJ

[tzaraisen]

[ All Percival wanted to do was read his book in peace. That's all he asks for in life. He doesn't even wanna be here, honestly-- there's a lot left of Olympia that he's yet to explore, but the other dragon knights being here means he's here too.

He's trying to read up on the various lagoons around here, ripe for jewel-hunting, but it's hard to concentrate when a stranger near him is engaging pretty loudly with some shady guy. What is even going on? Finally, he's had enough, he lowers his book angrily and calls out (lbr this is just to JJ because the shady guy has already moved on by now). ]

Take your incessant chatter somewhere else!

[underwhelms]

[ It's not unusual for people to yell at JJ; usually shouts of encouragement or cheers about their undying love for him. He takes in stride (a total lie, and his giant ego is proof of that), so it doesn't normally bother him. Not much does really, not complaints or rejections, because people have poor judgment and can't comprehend what a blessing his company could be. He can't really blame them for it.

So when the bookish redhead (why does this description sound like something out of a YA novel) starts yelling in his direction, JJ turns to him smoothly, decked out in the tie-dye swimming trunks he'd been gifted, and bare of any other clothing so his tattoos are visible for the world to grimace at.

(So I lied about him being shirtless.) ]

Hey. [ He smiles, sauntering over like he thinks he's hot shit. ] Were you just asking me to go somewhere with you? Somewhere more secluded?

[tzaraisen]

[ That is so far out of left field that he really doesn't know how to respond at first. It's just utter bafflement. He actually sputters the next part, angry enough to stand up and meet him eye-to-eye. ]

Are you out of your mind?! What about anything that I have said or done gives you any impression that I wish to engage with a fool like you?

[underwhelms]

[ Completely unable to comprehend that someone might not actually want to spend time, JJ just outright ignores anything that might appear to be an "insult" or a "rejection". Instead, JJ just smiles, ever friendly as he leans in closer. ]

I guess you're shy? I'm JJ, by the way. I work at the tailor shop, and I'm saving up to buy a guitar.

[ Like Percival asked. ]

We can talk about it a little more with some drinks.

[tzaraisen]

[ Impossible. Could someone truly be this dense?

This guy might, no, he definitely has Vane beat in that department.

In fact, the disconnect between what Percival tells him and how JJ responds is so great, that he wonders if JJ might have some sort of... mental deficiency?

Was he really out of his mind?

Actually, yeah, that's what he's going to go with now. Maybe this person has been through trauma, to be like this... ]

That is a strange name, boy. [ Two letters?? ]

1/2 you wanted carl angst

[flugels]

[ so they managed to get find their new living quarters, settled in with roomies, and somehow, they all ended up at the beach. lancelot finds that trying to enjoy the nice weather is particularly tasteless when his own home has just been swallowed up by the storm— he thinks, instead, they should find ways to accelerate ones' awakening, particularly king carl's...

king carl. as long as he's alive (even if stasis), he vows to protect thesa until that day comes, as his loyalty remains with him. it's not like he lacks the awareness to know that it's impossible for the king to remain king in this planet, but as a knight, he simply can't let him go... he feels this is an extension of the mission carl had given him, to explore what the world has to offer in order to improve their own.

he still has this mission at the back of his head. it's strange, though, that there is a world above el nysa. either way, he takes many mental notes as he explores the city, and flona cove shortly after. ]

[flugels]

[ ~time skip to when he's no longer angsting about carl~

the mood is lifted. maybe there's something in the air, about meeting others who are in similar situations as their own that makes him feel that he shouldn't brood over it too much. he doesn't want to put the damper in the spirits of all others who have lost their worlds, and are handling far more admirably than he could ever.

that's why he finds that he's enjoying himself. it's hard not to when the weather is so perfect, and the water so crystal clear. there's laughter in the background, and... ah, siegfried-san managed to fall asleep.

he doesn't know what hit him, but the prankster from his youth takes over. and he sneaks over to where his former mentor lies shooting percival a mischievous look before pressing his forefinger to his own lips, as though to keep this hush-hush. there, he begins shoveling sand over his feet. join him, percy... ]

[tzaraisen]

[ Percival is standing guard.

Standing guard to what, exactly, is a mystery. He knows that Lancelot and Siegfried are more than capable of taking care of themselves, but he can't help the instinct to keep a look out while Siegfried sleeps and Lancelot plays in the sand.

It's a childish pasttime, in his mind, but for once, he doesn't give Lancelot a hard time. Lancelot is enjoying himself, and though it may be super lame, it's pretty cute, too.

He's been watching over the beach for a good 20 minutes before Lancelot draws his attention over, and at first, his brow furrows in confusion.

Then it dawns on him what he's doing, and against his better judgment--

Ah, it's just a bit of harmless fun. Even he can loosen up sometimes. ]

Do you know how juvenile this is, Lancelot? [ He asks as he kneels down, giving him a small smile. He picks up a bucket from the nearby sandcastle building and slowly starts to pile wet sand over Siegfried's shins. ]

[flugels]

Perhaps the sun has gotten the best of me.

[ it's just an excuse, but he's thrilled to know percival is similarly feeling juvenile enough that he wouldn't wake siegfried right there and then. ]

Siegfried must be tired, [ he starts quietly as mounds the sand further up his legs. siegfried must be in a speedo or something, because in this scenario i picture lancelot lightly patting sand over his pasty thighs... he wants to preserve his dignity okay, siegfried-san?? ] I was certain the first scoop would have woken him!

[ he laughs lightly. ]

We have to move quickly, Percival!

[tzaraisen]

Not only tired. I believe he had a bit too much to drink.

[ As evidenced by the empty martini glass that lies just a few inches away from Siegfried's splayed out hand. Their mentor really has seen more... dignified days, but at least like this, they will give him some modesty.

The fact that Siegfried felt comfortable enough to cut loose is probably why Percival seems so willing to be a little silly himself. He piles on more sand, this time having moved on to covering Siegfried's "It", patting the mound firmly into place. ]

You're right. We are fighting time itself, and time is never an easy foe.

vane

[tzaraisen]

[ This was definitely Vane's idea. If it were up to Percival, he would have been just fine staying in the safety of the shore, laying in the sand and waiting until the others were done with their beach fun. It's not that he's not a risk-taker: anyone knows that's not true, he's an adventurer at heart. It's just that underwater scuba diving isn't the first thing he'd do when exploring a new place. Especially when he doesn't have a map of some sort. How are they supposed to know when the tide typically comes in? What sort of fauna live beneath the surface? How could they just approach this blindly? ]

Should we run into any trouble, it will be entirely your fault. [ Even still, he's putting on his gear begrudgingly on the little boat they're on. ]

Honestly, to approach this with no planning whatsoever... [ This is a grumble mostly to himself, though obviously very audible to his bimbo friend. ]

You're taking too long. [ He's really impatient for someone who didn't even want to do this. ]

[defenses]

[ being somewhere new called for a certain degree of caution, sure. but, vane had always been more on the restless side.

more than adventurous sometimes he just had to keep himself active and moving. this was exceedingly the case in an unfamiliar land. it didn't sit right with him otherwise. hence, when rumors circulated about the shipwreck, well... he got a move on that pretty quickly. while his plans are still as haphazard as always, it seems like percival was excited to go as well! or that's how vane has decided to take his cooperation, at least. ]

C'mon, Percival! There's no way we'd run into any trouble. Despite how I look, I'm pretty reliable, y'know? [ as he zips his suit up, he gives percy a sideways grin, before he finishes putting on the mask. ] Uwah! The water looks pretty clear around here, though!

I'm sure we'll find something right away! [ he slaps percy on the back...

maybe even hard enough to push him off the boat, or at least enough to push him precariously on the edge. ]

[tzaraisen]

Don't get the wrong idea. I don't intend to rely on-- AHHHH!

[ It's a good thing Percival was finished putting on his equipment just as Vane slapped him on the back, because that smack is definitely hard enough to push him over the edge, face first. He pummels into the water, and when he resurfaces, he's nothing but muffled angry sounds and pissed off hand gestures.

Because, of course, now that his gear is fully on, he can't talk. So he's reduced to this. He looks really pathetic. ]

[defenses]

[ while he should have been more aware of the distance, the trajectory of his blow, and even percival's weight distribution on the rather small vessel— he isn't. wasn't. ... and now percival was paying the price. ] Percy!!?!?! [ he yells in response. quickly, vane is also putting together his gear, already ready to jump in.

though, before he places the mask: ] You're so eager! But, I won't lose! [ he should realize by now that he is 100% the cause and this isn't just about percival wanting a head start, but still. vane was ever the optimist and in light of this he hops straight to it. at least, percival had surfaced.... which is a good start.

vane jumps in and swims back to the surface to join percival. he gives him a thumb up now that they're both situated in the water. the others on the ship also descend and seem to make their way in different directions. looks like this should be right above the wreckage, but more importantly...

he wonders if percival is done looking mad? he seems to tilt his head at that. ]

[tzaraisen]

[ He is in fact, not eager, and seeing as how they're already getting off to a terrible start, he is even less eager now. By the time he manages to shake all of the water out of his gear and regain his composure, he's looking pretty salty. Considering they're in the ocean, which is already salty, this is pretty impressive.

He also can't talk, with the way their scuba gear is set up, so instead, he glares at Vane once he's in the water, giving him an indignant splash before submerging himself. This should be fun, considering they can't communicate using words... what could go wrong? ]