dusting off old dissidia muse

[losthere]

[there's some coughing and Cloud emerges out of a fog of dust, eyes narrow as he bats it off his clothes.]

...




About time.

Comments

[warring_triad]

Well well... if it isn't Sephy-poo's little puppet~

[losthere]

[Kefka.



clowns



He gets a flat look, a long pause and finally]

Sephy-poo?

[warring_triad]

Oh, you know. Tall, dark, brooding, and prissy?

Just between you and me, I think he's overcompensating with the size of that sword of his.

[losthere]

[well...

it's not like he's going to disagree with the description.


but it's not heavy he's also not going to walk into the size-sword-compensating thing either. Kefka gets a solemn]

Does that mean you're compensating for something with that outfit?

[warring_triad]

Oh please, you wouldn't know style if it was a snake that bit you on the butt. This -- [He motions to his outfit.] is the garb of a truly regal and majestic being. My style is not something your plebeian and empty brain could comprehend~

[losthere]

[his plebeian brain thinks Kefka's outfit looks like-]

It looks like a clown threw up.

[says the guy wearing white snow boots, a tie-dye shirt and a purple ascot. oh. he knows fashion alright.]

[warring_triad]

[He rolls his eyes.]

And you look like you got hit by one too many Bolt spells.

[losthere]

[are they really going to do this? what are they, five?

well, yes. mentally.

Cloud looks down at his boots. bolt spells don't turn your boots white. what does that have to do with the way he's - ?]

At least my blond is natural.

[potato_powerhouse]

[Sneeze!]

Wow, you were in there really deep!

[losthere]

Yeah.

[dusting out his hair. a pause. a squint.]

Do I - know you?

[potato_powerhouse]

I don't think so? I mean I think I would remember a fine looking lad like you.

Maybe you're thinking of some other Lalafell?

[losthere]

[a fine looking -

give him a minute, brain's trying to filter that one.

um, nope. okay. no rhyming. not who he thought it was.]

Guess so. Sorry. Are there a lot of - Lalafells around here?

[potato_powerhouse]

[Nope, usually Lalafells prefer alliteration for their verbal quirks if they have one. Comes with always trying to wheel and deal.]

Not that I've seen yet. Back home there are plenty. Especially in Ul'dahn.

[losthere]

Hn.

[yeah. no idea where that is.]

So... you're alone here?

[potato_powerhouse]

Well, there are other people from my world, so I don't think calling it alone would be right. I am the lone Lalafell...that I've seen so far mind.

...are you lonely, lad?

[losthere]

...

[you'll be my - let's make a promise - I'll come back when it's all - white rose of wutai getting offathistrainGODDAMNTEA!somuchasthewayyou'redoingitsaywhateveryouwantmiss]




no.

[savioress]

[Color her surprise. She's heard (and met) her mun's Dissidia version of herself. Didn't think she'd find someone from that timeline, even in passing.]

Huh.

[losthere]

[trying to get dust out of hair. have a side-ways look as he keeps at it.

...

she's not trying to kill him so far.]

Yeah?

[savioress]

Are you -- [pause] -- the one with the white booties or the SOLDIER outfit?

[Ok. That might have been the best way to address him but, it works. Better to know if he's a semi-ally or what. Not that other Cloud with the booties attacked her but she's heard things]

[losthere]

[jeez, Light. rude.

they're color-coded environmental and combat boots designed by someone that liked clowns apparently.]

I'm in-between.