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[martelsnotmypeach]

[Mithos had decided to investigate the piece of knife... however, it hadn't taken him very long to realize that getting too close to it was a bad idea. However, that energy...

There's more than one way to get the information he wanted, and someone foolish enough to help him. The call is made.]

Lloyd? It's Mithos... I think there might be a way to access the Otherworldly Gate!

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[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

That's about how I was thinking, too...

[redcladidealist]

[That's really the only encouragement Lloyd needs at this point to pick that as his working theory and go on. Hope bubbles up inside him as he gets closer to the sword. Home. They could be going home!

Then something twinges in his gut. He barely notices it at first, still caught up in the rush of the moment, but with each step it gets worse, the feeling twisting uneasily. Finally, his step falters.

This is...

A shudder runs through him with the next step he takes.]

Something... something's wrong.

[He glances back at Mithos. What should he do?]

Something doesn't feel right.

[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

[redcladidealist]

[The indecision lasts for another moment before Lloyd takes a deep breath. He can't stop now. Not for just a feeling. This could be their only chance! Taking another breath to steady himself, he starts forward again. Through sheer stubbornness he ignores the tightening feeling of dread.

Something's wrong something's wrong something's-

His head abruptly jerks up.]

Who's there?!

[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

Lloyd...? Lloyd, the only ones here are you and me.

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd darts a glance at Mithos, but his eyes almost immediately snap back to the air above them. In an instant his swords are out and he drops into a fighting stance.]

Mithos, stay-

[Then, looking startled, he turns to the boy again.]

No, wait. You can call them off! [Jerking as though in response to a sudden movement, he slashes a sword through the air at - nothing. Desperation tinges his voice.] Mithos, tell them to stop!

[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

L-Lloyd... nothing's here! It's just you and me!

[redcladidealist]

What do you mean, nothing's here?! They're-!

[He ducks, parrying nothing away. Twisting, tracking something, he spins and attacks!]

Mithos, they're your angels! Tell them to stop before I kill them!

[It's not a threat, it's a plea. He doesn't want to kill them even if they're lifeless beings.]

[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

...angels...?



Stop!

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd tenses, taking a step back as though waiting for the command to take effect. Then his eyes widen, dismay and terror stark as he defends himself again.

Why didn't it work? Why didn't it work?]

I don't understand! He told you to stop! You have to listen to him! He's your leader-!

[He lashes out, with one sword, then the other, a dance that would have been deadly if there had actually been someone there. Both dance and words choke to a stop, though, when Lloyd's eyes fix on something else. Every drop of blood drains from his face as he listens to something only he can hear.]

...no. No, no, you're lying. You promised!

[martelsnotpeach.livejournal.com]

Lloyd, what's...?

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd eyes switch to Mithos again, then jolt back to that spot in the air. Panic flashes across his face.]

Mithos! No!

[He lunges, slashing the air, again and again, desperately driving back the air. He moves to place himself between Mithos and the threat.]

Leave him alone! I don't care what he's done anymore, Kratos! He's not the same person! He's my friend!