[Zelos sure has a lot of complicated thoughts and feelings, doesn't he. Maybe if you just didn't live a life of deceit and lies you wouldn't have to struggle to keep track of all possible outcomes and you could just. You know. Be normal.
Like Lloyd, here, who just perks up at his best-buddies voice, and gives a laugh, before leaning down to ruffle at Noishe's fur again. Bizarrely enough for Zelos, Noishe also seems happy enough to see him- that huge, brush-like tail waving in a pleased wag as he whines happily in the Chosen's direction. Lloyd can be happy and forgive everything. But the beast being pleased to see the guy who betrayed him and got himself stabbed to death?
Hmm. Maybe there's some time shenanigans at play here.]
I didn't see any rules that a dog can't enter. And I think the horses might have him beat... but the chickens, definitely not.
[in b4 the chocobos freak Noishe out and the sad, monster-phobic dog bucks Lloyd and makes off for the hills, as per usual.]
[ no, lloyd. this is not how the game is meant to be played. there should be... tears. or anger. something. he expects another fist to the face, if not a sword to the gut.
instead lloyd is... abnormally normal. reacting with such immediate warmth and delight at his arrival that it's upsetting. the shock of it plays across his face for a split second, blowing off that jovial mask and showing something colder underneath. ]
[Okay, that was a weird expression you made for a second there. He picks up on it, gives a concerned frown-- but Zelos plays off it so quickly that he doesn't pursue. Zelos knows he can talk to Lloyd about things, so... He'll bring it up if he needs to, right? Still. Weird moment.]
You sure scoped them quick... Did you get turned down that much already?
[But... Zelos makes a good point. They're just different barnyard animals though, right? But.. Hmm. If Noishe doesn't know...]
Hmm.. I figured if they were domesticated he wouldn't mind much... you think so?
[He'll definitely take Zelos's advice, though.] I guess we can do something else. Now that you're here: maybe the three-legged race?
[what is there to talk about, best friend. WHAT COULD THERE POSSIBLY BE. We're just two good pals who are here at a festival instead of actually progressing the storyline, as per usual.]
Why wouldn't I be- [Oh, wait, SOMEONE HAS THE WRONG IDEA. He sighs and shakes his head.]
No, not with-- Not with Noishe! That would be a five-legged race. I mean you and me!
[ it's too surreal. standing here, talking with him, like he hadn't been speared through with those swords not more than a few hours before. zelos stares at him, disbelief mixed with irritation splashed across his still smiling face.
[Oh man, that sure was the wrong dialogue choice. Unable to save-scum, he'll have to power on through. Surely Zelos is just.... taking being in some other brand new world way less in stride than Lloyd here. Or maybe he got some bad news earlier? Is he mad Lloyd signed up for a race instead of finding him?
Uhhhh there's no GameFAQs for this.]
Yeah? You seemed fine before we got here, so... Did something happen?
did lloyd not understand that stabbing people tends to kill them and that is, generally, the very opposite of fine? he's also reasonably sure he was not putting on the most 'fine' front before that, but... well. ]
Tower of Salvation? Betrayal? That ringing any bells for you?
Yeah? But that all got worked out. You saved us all from the traps after, so we could actually get to Colette and the great seed. I mean-- even your Cruxis Cystal saved me from taking an arrow to the chest.
[Okay. So Zelos... betrayed them for real for real? And they had a fight? Which isn't true, he knows, because he was there, and this was right after they had a big meaningful talk about Zelos's trauma in the snow-- but that's clearly not what Zelos is experiencing.]
So, we had a fight, for you? If it was just you versus us....
[ the immediate shift to concern is shocking. how weird is it to see lloyd looking at him like he actually... sees him. it's a different look than the confused, pitying eyes that had stared down at him as he'd died. ]
I'm fine. [ he guesses. things seemed closed up when he arrived. ]
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Like Lloyd, here, who just perks up at his best-buddies voice, and gives a laugh, before leaning down to ruffle at Noishe's fur again. Bizarrely enough for Zelos, Noishe also seems happy enough to see him- that huge, brush-like tail waving in a pleased wag as he whines happily in the Chosen's direction. Lloyd can be happy and forgive everything. But the beast being pleased to see the guy who betrayed him and got himself stabbed to death?
Hmm. Maybe there's some time shenanigans at play here.]
I didn't see any rules that a dog can't enter. And I think the horses might have him beat... but the chickens, definitely not.
[in b4 the chocobos freak Noishe out and the sad, monster-phobic dog bucks Lloyd and makes off for the hills, as per usual.]
You just get here too, Zelos?
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instead lloyd is... abnormally normal. reacting with such immediate warmth and delight at his arrival that it's upsetting. the shock of it plays across his face for a split second, blowing off that jovial mask and showing something colder underneath. ]
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Sure did! Already scoping out all the gorgeous babes just waiting to be swept off their feet.
[ he points at noishe. ]
But you're gonna get trampled to death if you try to take this coward onto a race track with anything other than horses. Ya know that, right?
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You sure scoped them quick... Did you get turned down that much already?
[But... Zelos makes a good point. They're just different barnyard animals though, right? But.. Hmm. If Noishe doesn't know...]
Hmm.. I figured if they were domesticated he wouldn't mind much... you think so?
[He'll definitely take Zelos's advice, though.] I guess we can do something else. Now that you're here: maybe the three-legged race?
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[ hahahaha hahaha ... oh we are REALLY not talking about this are we. ]
You cannot be serious.
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[what is there to talk about, best friend. WHAT COULD THERE POSSIBLY BE. We're just two good pals who are here at a festival instead of actually progressing the storyline, as per usual.]
Why wouldn't I be- [Oh, wait, SOMEONE HAS THE WRONG IDEA. He sighs and shakes his head.]
No, not with-- Not with Noishe! That would be a five-legged race. I mean you and me!
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Yeah, I got that.
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Okay, he climbs down off Noishe to lets the dogbeast 'ruff' and wander off to find some water and shade.]
Zelos, are... you okay?
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[ it's too surreal. standing here, talking with him, like he hadn't been speared through with those swords not more than a few hours before. zelos stares at him, disbelief mixed with irritation splashed across his still smiling face.
before it drops into something more bitter. ]
You seriously gonna ask me a question like that?
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Uhhhh there's no GameFAQs for this.]
Yeah? You seemed fine before we got here, so... Did something happen?
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did lloyd not understand that stabbing people tends to kill them and that is, generally, the very opposite of fine? he's also reasonably sure he was not putting on the most 'fine' front before that, but... well. ]
Tower of Salvation? Betrayal? That ringing any bells for you?
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Yeah? But that all got worked out. You saved us all from the traps after, so we could actually get to Colette and the great seed. I mean-- even your Cruxis Cystal saved me from taking an arrow to the chest.
Besides, that was weeks ago?
[buDDY?]
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[ well... that had been the plan. hand colette over, clear the way for everyone to save her, and then something something world's a better place.
and that had been his goal right the fuck up until lloyd opened his big dumb mouth and life didn't really seem worth pursuing after that.
it's not like he remembers dying? but also who the hell would have been there to save him. he was already so far gone. ]
There's no way I saved anybody after that fight. Are you deluded?
[ and WEEKS AGO? ]
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So, we had a fight, for you? If it was just you versus us....
[--Wait! He starts looking him over.]
Are you hurt anywhere? Do you need a gel?
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I'm fine. [ he guesses. things seemed closed up when he arrived. ]