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dumbshow2016-08-26 09:51 pm
allweather) wrote in dumbshow2016-08-26 09:51 pm
when ya thirst cross dimensions
[Amidst the latest pointless Empatheias crisis, Reim comes to the abrupt realization that this one might actually cause a problem when people start disappearing. There are hasty plans made and a lot of overconfident reassurances that it's going to be fine, they are going to be fine, but no matter how many times they say it or how tightly he holds onto Zelos' hand, there's nothing they can do except trust in fate. Or dumb luck. With their track record, dumb luck seems like the likelier choice.
Still, when Reim blinks and finds himself pulled from one familiar city street to another, more definitely familiar one, without the chaos of Verens falling around him, the quiet is the most alarming thing. Then his empty hand, with no Zelos in sight, and it's all he can do to politely ignore the looks he's getting from passerby about his clothes and force himself to walk down the street. There was no guarantee, of course. They're from different worlds, so there was always a possibility that one of them could wake up alone one morning and that would be that, but with the entire island apparently crashing to the ground, the likelihood of waking up alone on Monday and together again on Tuesday becomes much, much lower—
He ought to go home. He knows where he is now, and by his guess and stories about when this has happened to other people who came and went from Verens, little to no time has passed at all. Months, and to show for it he has these clothes and an earring and an empty hand. And another crystal in his pocket, which just seems to add insult to injury. He ought to go home. Gilbert will be properly wondering where he's wasted his afternoon, and he'll have to apologize and excuse his appearance and go find something to do before too many people find excuses to talk to him.
So, he will go home. That's the best idea. If this world has been put on hold, then all of the arrangements he put on hold are no longer on hold anymore, and he has things to do besides think about months—
A rustling noise and... some other, stranger noise from a tree above distract him from distracting himself as he passes under it, and he looks up.
Oh. Well never mind all that then, even if he can't keep the relief out of his expression.]
I was wondering where you'd gone. Are you stuck?
Still, when Reim blinks and finds himself pulled from one familiar city street to another, more definitely familiar one, without the chaos of Verens falling around him, the quiet is the most alarming thing. Then his empty hand, with no Zelos in sight, and it's all he can do to politely ignore the looks he's getting from passerby about his clothes and force himself to walk down the street. There was no guarantee, of course. They're from different worlds, so there was always a possibility that one of them could wake up alone one morning and that would be that, but with the entire island apparently crashing to the ground, the likelihood of waking up alone on Monday and together again on Tuesday becomes much, much lower—
He ought to go home. He knows where he is now, and by his guess and stories about when this has happened to other people who came and went from Verens, little to no time has passed at all. Months, and to show for it he has these clothes and an earring and an empty hand. And another crystal in his pocket, which just seems to add insult to injury. He ought to go home. Gilbert will be properly wondering where he's wasted his afternoon, and he'll have to apologize and excuse his appearance and go find something to do before too many people find excuses to talk to him.
So, he will go home. That's the best idea. If this world has been put on hold, then all of the arrangements he put on hold are no longer on hold anymore, and he has things to do besides think about months—
A rustling noise and... some other, stranger noise from a tree above distract him from distracting himself as he passes under it, and he looks up.
Oh. Well never mind all that then, even if he can't keep the relief out of his expression.]
I was wondering where you'd gone. Are you stuck?
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Yes... I'm not sure he wouldn't take his chances elsewhere, however. [Like, Reim didn't speak to him, but he noticed Oz floating around the city again, and how many times can Gilbert lose that boy before he starts doing whatever it takes to keep him? There's no place for Oz here, anymore.
But he'll skip that heavy stuff for now, before it opens up more things for Zelos to be sad about.]
Well, that's another thing we'll figure out... What do you think Mr. Kunikida's done to Dazai, for disappearing so suddenly?
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[Yes, it's best not to make him too sad. He's already sad about not being able to see them again, and Kunikida not being able to see Lailah again, and so on. He leans to the side of the chair, resting his elbow there and his cheek on his hand.]
Somehow, that Dazai always gets out of the rough stuff.
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Mr. Kunikida must have found him, and he surely said something like, "Oh, didn't you know that would happen?" But of course... [He shrugs one shoulder meaningfully; of course Dazai is full of shit, basically.]
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Man, I can't believe I'm actually going to miss those idiots. [He says idiots with the most affection possible, of course.] They'll keep each other outta trouble. At least there's that. None of us have to end up alone.