capeandcowllogs | 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...!

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If anything, it just made her brow wrinkle more in thought; Terra crossed her arms over her chest, looking downward. That... really didn't make sense. She'd even explained it when they were down south. "Warp," was the quick correction, punctuated with a shake of her head, "But... maybe you really don't remember. I wouldn't have... been able to do that. Not without..."

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.

"Like I said," he insisted, folding his arms all the tighter with his shrug, "It's not exactly a lot to go on, so it's probably just something I imagined to make up for not knowing."

But it was clear she wasn't listening; now it was Terra turning away in thought, beginning a slow pace; her hands glowed off and on with a build and release of power, despite no spells being cast. She mouthed words thoughts to herself, quiet if spoken at all.

He didn't catch her inattentiveness until enough silence had lapsed for him to look back over and find her having drifted away doing...something. He squinted, unfamiliar with her magic though still the sort to want to believe he was smart enough to figure it out anyway, but...

"What are you doing?"

"Thinking," she replied instantly, and for a long moment left her answer as simply that. Warp wasn't a spell she had to use terribly often, so she wasn't as familiar with the breadth of its uses and limits as, say, Cure or Fire. She could use it to escape this or that building or basement (that hotel excluded), and get out of fights. She remembered she'd been able to use it in the HIVE to move back and forth from that city and its outer limits, but that was mostly because that entire city was so incredibly dangerous; it only worked so well for adrenaline. If that were true, then it was possible she used it to escape the City with Zelgadis in tow, months ago... but could she have gone as far as all that?

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..."

Zelgadis frowned, watching from the distance he was at, deaf to her quiet musings. Yeah, he wanted to know what was so important that she'd dropped their kind-of conversation, but she looked rather...engrossed. And he was cold.

Without announcement, he started for the door.

Of course, able to sense the magic Zelgadis wielded even when it lay dormant within him, Terra didn't have to be looking his way to feel his movement in the space around her. It was similar to the feeling of someone moving a torch heavy with fire and the scent of lilac; a person didn't have to see a flower to know its scent, or hear a fire to feel its presence.

She spoke up. "No... It makes sense." Finally Terra turned, dropping her hands to her sides. "What you remember... it makes sense."

He stopped as she spoke up, glancing over and frowning. Well...fine then, it made sense. But he wasn't about to divulge all the stuff that didn't make sense, like...like...well...

"Doesn't mean it's true," he countered.

"It makes more sense... than you making up something like that. Doesn't it?" she asked, curious. It was getting colder as the night drew on, and Terra folded her hands over her arms, fingers curling against warm fabric. "You wouldn't have known... that my magic could do that."

Zelgadis' frown twitched a little, fingers curling on the door frame. "I know people who can do things like that," he said, dismissive. "Like I said, I only thought I remembered, but it's too unclear." Actually, it as just too absurd.

"I'm going inside." Rather, he was already halfway in. "It's cold."

Terra nodded, and moved to follow—she was, after all, nowhere near satisfied with this conversation just yet. The way he'd mentioned it before...

Her hand caught on the door frame, not quite reentering the building. "How does it work for them?"

"Different." He was starting to feel nauseous again. Why, why did he even pipe up? Nothing about what he'd done made him feel any better about it. Worse, actually, since it was just a clear sign he had a frighteningly detailed subconscious for...whatever reason. They'd gone down one flight of stairs before he thought to expand on it.

"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."

Terra was unaware as to just how or why this conversation was so rough on Zelgadis; following a few steps behind, she had to keep a hand on the railing just to be safe, too busy mulling things over than paying attention to where she walked.

"Would they have been able to go so far instantly?"

"Xelloss probably," he huffed, rounding a turn to the next flight down, legs wobbling uncomfortably as numbness subsided and just left discomfort. "I don't know about Filia. It's different."

She came to a stop on the turn in the stairwell, heel sliding against the hard surface in a quiet squeak. The more he explained, it seemed, the less likely to her it seemed that he was simply inventing things. If he were simply confusing her powers for someone else's, then it stood to show he'd assume she would have similar strength or use her power in the same way, wouldn't he? If that were the case, then why did he say they 'kept going' until they were that far south? That meant they had to stop and go, didn't it?

It was, as far as Terra could tell, the only way she could have been responsible for moving them so far as that. But Zelgadis wouldn't have known that before now, would he?

She frowned, taking the steps quickly to catch up. "Why does it being unclear mean it's not right?"

He grunted on the last step to his floor, hesitating. He'd gone up to get away from his room, and as it stood, he still wasn't in any mood to deal with it just yet. That soured his expression, scowling at the door before drifting away from it, leaning a shoulder against the wall adjacent.

"I don't know," he grumbled.

"Then..." Terra came to a slow stop a few feet away, rubbing curled fingers against the heel of her palm to restart the circulation there. Okay, she could admit it got cold outside, but it wasn't like she had to worry about getting frostbite or getting sick. "Then... can't we say you're right? Until something can prove it's different..."

oh no notto this shitto again

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