Zelgadis Greywords: forever a stone (
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capeandcowllogs2011-01-06 12:07 am
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oh no notto this shitto again
WHO: Next on SOAPNET is the Terra and Zelgadis show...
WHERE: MAC
WHEN: Tonight is fine
WARNINGS: this shitto again
SUMMARY: nobody in this log can communicate in a sane and rational way that can alleviate confusion
FORMAT: screaming
Sometimes people remembered dreams, plain as that. Sometimes people remembered dreams...vividly...sometimes. Seers and such, sure. And maybe the occasional post-traumatic stress-induced nightmare. Logical. The mind sometimes did that, be it as an omen or just as an after-effect of...
What the hell effect of what and why?!
If Lina bothered to ask him what was eating him one more time, Zelgadis was liable to throw himself off the building. Instead, he'd stormed out in his not-unusual, over-dramatic huff for whenever something wasn't to his liking and he couldn't fix it. Straight to the roof. To throw himself off if need be, sure, but mostly just to get a clear head without any further prodding. Because it was just a stupid dream. Weird dreams weren't new around the City, after all, so...
So he had to try and rationalize that if it had been one of those weird dreams, either she was busy hiding out of sheer revulsion or she'd already gotten around to chucking herself off the roof. Possible. Morbid, but possible.
"Grrughh." He dug the heels of his palms into his eyes, slowly dragging his hands down the sides of his face. Sleep wasn't easy anymore. Nothing was easy anymore. What the hell was up with that? It was as if the universe realized he'd gotten the one thing he'd longed for after so many years and decided that rather than let him live and be happy, he'd have to suffer sevenfold over matters entirely unrelated. It was one thing after the other, getting more and more...just...just...!
WHERE: MAC
WHEN: Tonight is fine
WARNINGS: this shitto again
SUMMARY: nobody in this log can communicate in a sane and rational way that can alleviate confusion
FORMAT: screaming
Sometimes people remembered dreams, plain as that. Sometimes people remembered dreams...vividly...sometimes. Seers and such, sure. And maybe the occasional post-traumatic stress-induced nightmare. Logical. The mind sometimes did that, be it as an omen or just as an after-effect of...
What the hell effect of what and why?!
If Lina bothered to ask him what was eating him one more time, Zelgadis was liable to throw himself off the building. Instead, he'd stormed out in his not-unusual, over-dramatic huff for whenever something wasn't to his liking and he couldn't fix it. Straight to the roof. To throw himself off if need be, sure, but mostly just to get a clear head without any further prodding. Because it was just a stupid dream. Weird dreams weren't new around the City, after all, so...
So he had to try and rationalize that if it had been one of those weird dreams, either she was busy hiding out of sheer revulsion or she'd already gotten around to chucking herself off the roof. Possible. Morbid, but possible.
"Grrughh." He dug the heels of his palms into his eyes, slowly dragging his hands down the sides of his face. Sleep wasn't easy anymore. Nothing was easy anymore. What the hell was up with that? It was as if the universe realized he'd gotten the one thing he'd longed for after so many years and decided that rather than let him live and be happy, he'd have to suffer sevenfold over matters entirely unrelated. It was one thing after the other, getting more and more...just...just...!
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She didn't say anything, but she nodded in response. Yes, she remembered.
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"Did you ever remember how we got there in the first place?"
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"Did you?"
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"Oh..." But that was strange that he'd mention it now, wasn't it? Unless this was just him trying to change the subject away from... whatever the hell it was he was acting up about before. "... Why?"
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Sure, even if he thought he was wrong, what if he really did remember? If she'd done something horrible, painful though the revelation might be, she had to know. Her whole demeanor was a great deal more anxious now, curious and worried and a mix of twenty other feelings Terra couldn't name.
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"Nothing, really," he tried, unable to look at her as he went on. "Just...random things. Nothing substantial or interesting."
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"Zelgadis, please."
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He took a slow breath, in and out, scouring the skyline as his brain worked to try and piece something together that wasn't absolutely terrible. "It was just...things like...meeting up in the City, and then...needing to leave for...some reason." He shook his head. "I don't really get why," and that much was true, "but you used magic and we left. And kept going until we were down there."
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Terra bit her lip, eyebrows furrowing. "Do you know... what I used?" There was only thing she could think of, and if it was that—
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With lower lip pinched in her teeth, the frown was harder to see, but it was clear she was giving this a great deal of thought.
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"What are you doing?"
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For each glow of her hands for an uncast spell, she'd tried working herself into a greater sense of danger. It was a crude test, but it seemed like the power got stronger the harder her heart raced. "maybe... that's why I was so sick?" she murmured. If she'd pushed past her reasonable limits because of... whatever reason, then maybe... Terra let the magic dissipate for good that time, shaking her head. "Maybe it is possible..."
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Without announcement, he started for the door.
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She spoke up. "No... It makes sense." Finally Terra turned, dropping her hands to her sides. "What you remember... it makes sense."
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"Doesn't mean it's true," he countered.
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"I'm going inside." Rather, he was already halfway in. "It's cold."
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Her hand caught on the door frame, not quite reentering the building. "How does it work for them?"
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"Filia used a talisman to channel her power and teleport herself. Xelloss is a Mazoku, so his body isn't even a true physical property, so there's really no restrictions on how or where he can transport himself from the Astral plane."
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"Would they have been able to go so far instantly?"
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