[Something about Zelos' pod isn't quite right. It figures. It veers off course as it smashes through the atmosphere, and the resulting jostling is extra rough, leaving the "cushioning" of his landing leaving something to be desired. Even as it collides with the ground, Zelos will survive, as shaken up as he is. This rock on his chest is good for something, after all.
To make things worse, though, his door won't open. It takes some time for him to shake the disorientation away enough to make any attempts. A push, a reach for any handles, and when none of that works, he slams bodily into it. Once, twice, three times. This isn't working. Damn it.]
Hey! Somebody help a guy out! [The longer he has to wait, the more desperate his calls will get (and less casual), but he doesn't stop ramming into the wall of the pod. It might even knock over and roll a few times.]
RESCUE (ANY WAVE AFTER SECOND)
[Someone got Zelos out of that thing, and even if he's complaining all the way through it, he wouldn't feel right leaving anyone else stuck in these death pods, either. As each of the waves comes, he's there, hopping past debris and shoving away what he can. He has to wait on some of the stronger parties to get anything too large out of the way, but he can definitely land a stronger-than-human kick into the right area of any pod to get it to click right open.
Whether someone is stuck and needed freeing or is just climbing out on their own, Zelos extends a pink and black gloved hand to them.]
You okay? Need some healing?
CAMPFIRES
[Only once all of the waves have calmed down will Zelos be able to relax. It can hardly be called relaxing, but it's the only way to describe the carefree attitude he puts on. His own supplies were pretty trashed in his landing, so he's got nowhere to stay, and instead of asking anyone seriously, he's hitting up any ladies with a smile and a suggestive comment about sharing their tent. It's fine to smack him.
When he's not hitting on the poor women of all age in this situation, he's sitting near a campfire, trying to stay warm. His clothes aren't the coziest, and he looks a little distracted for anyone who catches him not speaking to someone. Leaning back on his palms, he keeps staring at the fire.
But the moment he sees anyone approach, he blinks and then lifts a hand in a lazy wave, smirking.]
Talk about a shitty day, huh?
(ooc: ladies are free to respond to him hitting on them earlier in this prompt, too! sorry for him.)
WILDCARD
[Healer, second wave, actually being serious for the most part until things wind down, but feel free to hit him up anywhere! Or I can be reached at zeloser, zlos#3826 on discord, or PM!)
Zelos Wilder | Second Wave
[Something about Zelos' pod isn't quite right. It figures. It veers off course as it smashes through the atmosphere, and the resulting jostling is extra rough, leaving the "cushioning" of his landing leaving something to be desired. Even as it collides with the ground, Zelos will survive, as shaken up as he is. This rock on his chest is good for something, after all.
To make things worse, though, his door won't open. It takes some time for him to shake the disorientation away enough to make any attempts. A push, a reach for any handles, and when none of that works, he slams bodily into it. Once, twice, three times. This isn't working. Damn it.]
Hey! Somebody help a guy out! [The longer he has to wait, the more desperate his calls will get (and less casual), but he doesn't stop ramming into the wall of the pod. It might even knock over and roll a few times.]
RESCUE (ANY WAVE AFTER SECOND)
[Someone got Zelos out of that thing, and even if he's complaining all the way through it, he wouldn't feel right leaving anyone else stuck in these death pods, either. As each of the waves comes, he's there, hopping past debris and shoving away what he can. He has to wait on some of the stronger parties to get anything too large out of the way, but he can definitely land a stronger-than-human kick into the right area of any pod to get it to click right open.
Whether someone is stuck and needed freeing or is just climbing out on their own, Zelos extends a pink and black gloved hand to them.]
You okay? Need some healing?
CAMPFIRES
[Only once all of the waves have calmed down will Zelos be able to relax. It can hardly be called relaxing, but it's the only way to describe the carefree attitude he puts on. His own supplies were pretty trashed in his landing, so he's got nowhere to stay, and instead of asking anyone seriously, he's hitting up any ladies with a smile and a suggestive comment about sharing their tent. It's fine to smack him.
When he's not hitting on the poor women of all age in this situation, he's sitting near a campfire, trying to stay warm. His clothes aren't the coziest, and he looks a little distracted for anyone who catches him not speaking to someone. Leaning back on his palms, he keeps staring at the fire.
But the moment he sees anyone approach, he blinks and then lifts a hand in a lazy wave, smirking.]
Talk about a shitty day, huh?
(ooc: ladies are free to respond to him hitting on them earlier in this prompt, too! sorry for him.)
WILDCARD
[Healer, second wave, actually being serious for the most part until things wind down, but feel free to hit him up anywhere! Or I can be reached at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
zeloser, zlos#3826 on discord, or PM!)