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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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[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!