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Ever wanted to tag a character yours has no good reason to know? Ever wanted your character to be forced to interact with someone they're supposed to hate? Now's your chance!

You character has been trapped somewhere-- and they're not alone. Pick the scenario(s) and genre(s) you're open to, and post with your choices and character's information in the subject line. Use the random number generator or your own discretion to reply to others' posts.

SCENARIOS

1. TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR The old standby. You're stuck until someone can rescue you, or until one or both of you can get this box moving again.

2. TRAPPED IN AN UNDERGROUND BUNKER Maybe there's a nuclear winter, or maybe you were just exploring and wandered in here. Either way? Right now, you're stuck.

3. TRAPPED IN A CAR You were driving long-distance when your ride broke down, so now you're stuck in the middle of nowhere until else someone happens by.

4. TRAPPED IN A MALL AFTER HOURS Somehow, you managed to get stuck in the mall after closing. Maybe you fell asleep in the bathroom, or were hiding in the back of the bookstore, but now the doors are locked, and you've got the whole place almost to yourself.

5. TRAPPED IN A MAZE Entering that maze seemed like such a good idea, didn't it? Only now you can't find your way out, and you're pretty sure you're not alone in here...

6. OTHER/COMBO Any other scenarios that tickle your fancy.

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[Lloyd groans as he struggles to push himself back up, a dusting of rubble sliding off his back. It's dark. Too dark. He can't see anything. A hint of smoke in the air is all that remains from the torch he'd been holding before. He doesn't even remember dropping it.

Dammit, what had happened? He'd just been checking the cave out, looking for Exspheres. He hadn't even gone that far in! What could have made the entrance collapse.

Gingerly, he presses a hand to his head, wincing when his fingers touch something wet. Unfortunately, he can't tell how bad it is. I need to see. No. I need to get out. That's more important than anything else.

Still, seeing would be nice. He gropes along the ground.]

Dammit, where'd I drop that torch?

[Zelos wasn't sure what place he had woken up in. He had been using the transporter, something had gone awry, and next thing he knew he was waking up in this cave right before the entrance collapsed.]

[Damn. What kind of mess was he in this time?]

[He stood up, brushing his brown coat off as he tries to look around. It's...insanely dark in here. Even with his angel vision, he could only see a few feet in front of him, and it wasn't much help]

Damn, what a pain-

[But as soon as he spoke, he heard Lloyd's voice not too far off. He knew that voice. he knew it anywhere]

[Shit. Now? Of all places?! He claps his hand over his mouth- hoping that Lloyd didn't hear him.]

[Too late, Zelos. Lloyd might not have been an angel for all that long, but his hearing is more than sharp enough to pick up those muttered words. He jumps when he realizes he's not alone, then stiffens when recognition sinks in. But- it can't be. That can't be who it sounds like. There's no way. The cave must be messing with the way he can hear.

And yet, despite that denial, his heart's pounding as he turns. He knows, knows that now that he's paying attention, that voice won't sound familiar at all. It can't, because Zelos... Zelos is... He forces a breath.]

Who's there?

[Today really wasn't his lucky day. Then again, it almost never was his lucky day. Of course Lloyd heard him, of course he recognized his voice. The pounding heart could tell him that much.]

[What was he supposed to say?]

Uh...No one!

[.....Okay that was real convincing.]

[No.

He's listening now. He's paying attention, focusing on everything he can hear. He's ignore the echoes of that voice bouncing around the cave. He's trying to compensate for the way it's too loud. He's doing everything he can to hear it the way it's supposed to be heard, but it still sounds familiar. It still sounds like him.

But it can't!]

Don't... Don't lie. [His voice comes out as a croak.] Lying is the first step down... down the path... of thievery... [Words that should have come out smooth and practiced almost to the point of habit shouldn't stumble like that, but he's in too much shock. It can't be him. Zelos died. He was there.

-his blade, sinking through his own friend's chest-

Lloyd chokes back something strangled before it can escape his mouth.]

Who are you?

Edited 2014-03-09 19:20 (UTC)

[Those Dwarven Vows. He didn't really know them, but he's heard enough of them from Lloyd]

[He doesn't want to be here. He shouldn't be here. He wasn't planning to go back home ever. He really was going to kill AI if he ever found a way back to Exsilium. Or maybe upload annoying stuff onto her computer]

[But...there was no avoiding it now, was there? Zelos couldn't see a way out, and Lloyd wasn't going to back down. He has no choice but to reveal himself]

[And so he holds out his hand and conjures a simple ball of fire. A pretty easy spell, since it's not nearly big enough to attack with. Just big enough to give enough lighting so Lloyd could see exactly who it is. His hair is braided back, and his clothes are different- but it's definitely Zelos]

...Hey Lloyd.

[Angels aren't supposed to need to breathe. The thought is absurd, has nothing to do with this, but it's that moment when the light from Zelos's flame lights up his face, casting orange highlights on the red of his hair, that Lloyd begins to wonder if someone just made that up. He's not breathing, and it hurts, and it's-]

Z-Zelos? [His voice cracks.] But you- How- [He's supposed to be dead. Lloyd stands there, frozen, unable to comprehend.]

Am I alive?

[This was home then. Not some other timeline. He glances over to the side of Lloyd, really not brave enough to look him straight in the eye]

It's...a long and crazy story. Didn't expect to be back here again.

[Didn't expect. Alive and he didn't expect to ever come back. Something in Lloyd seizes up at what that implies.]

So, what, you were just going to let me keep thinking you died?! Zelos, I thought I'd-!

[He can't say it. Not out loud. Not if it's not true! It was hard enough to deal with the first time!]

I did die, Lloyd. You can't exactly fake a death like that.

[Being stabbed through? Yeah. No way he could've faked that one]

[Maybe he should've gone with having Lloyd think he just faked it. But that didn't sit right with him either.]

[The flame in his hand was starting to die. It was hard to keep it up for long, especially when he was a bit too preoccupied to concentrate on it]

No!

[He lunges, reached for Zelos's clothes, heedless of the guttering flame. He's not going to let Zelos fade and disappear on him. Not now. Lloyd can't deal with that again!]

You're not dead if you're here and talking to me! You were good enough at lying to make us think we could trust you. You're good enough at lying to fake your death, too!

[!!!]

[Okay he did not think Lloyd was irrational enough to lunge at a man with flames in his hand. He's never been faster than Lloyd either, so all he can do is trying to move that arm with the fire out of the way- possibly getting very close to Lloyd's sleeves in the meantime]

Lloyd watch it!

[He'll address the accusations of lying AFTER he makes sure his former best friend doesn't set himself on fire]

[Wh-whoa! Okay, so maybe he hadn't thought that all the way through! Lloyd quickly whips the arm in danger out of the way.]

Dammit, I thought you were putting that out!

[He's still got a fistful of Zelos's jacket, though, and he's not about to let go.]

Don't you have something besides a fireball you can use for light?!

No, it's going out on its own!

[Having Lloyd holding onto him is strange and uncomfortable. If he wasn't trying to focus on controlling the light, he'd probably try to shove him away. At least it's very obvious to Lloyd now he's actually here and not some hallucination]

Uh...my wings? But I kinda figured the fireball would be less freaky.

Edited 2014-03-09 21:48 (UTC)

You think almost catching my clothes on fire is less freaky than seeing your wings?

[Lloyd stares at Zelos incredulously, and yup, still not letting go. His clutch is almost desperate, like he's afraid that Zelos will stop being real if he lets go.]

Wait, you're right! Wings do give light. Man, why didn't I think about that before? I could've used that instead of a torch!

Well I didn't expect you to lunge at me while I was holding fire!

[You grew up with a Dwarf blacksmith! He had hope you'd at least know NOT to charge at fire! Gosh! But whatever, he is extinguishing the fire before it eats up too much of his mana and brings out his wings. It's not as much light as the fireball, but it still dims the area with a gentle golden light]

[It's only after a second or two that what Lloyd says sinks in as kinda weird]

-- Huh? Use what now?

[It is a little weird to see Zelos with wings, even knowing that he has that ability. It's not something Zelos ever flaunted, even hinted that he had, until the day he betrayed them, taking Colette. The reminder leaves a sour taste in Lloyd's mouth that he tries to swallow back.]

Well, maybe I just thought you'd have control over it!

[It's a lame defense, and he knows it. Dirk would have read him the riot act if he'd ever done something like that at the forge. He tries not to flush.

Of course, then he's soon distracted, and he forgets that Zelos doesn't know what he's talking about. He blinks at the redhead, blank and confused.]

Wings. That's what I just said. Though I guess I don't need them now that you're here, unless we want two times the light.

It's fire. It's still gonna burn if you touch it.

[A very lame defense. And he knows it's weird for Lloyd to see his wings. It's weird for Zelos to have his wings out.]

[Fortunately, the wtfery of what Lloyd is saying is distracting him from that awkward.]

You-

[what]

[There's...no way]

Is...that your head injury talking or did I land in some really weird timeline? 'Cause last I checked, Colette was the one with the wings.

I- I know that!

[Dammit, why does Zelos have to have a point?

He quickly drops the topic in favor of the other, less embarrassing, but much more confusing one. He reaches up to touch his temple. He'd forgotten about the blow to his head. At least it doesn't seem to be bleeding too badly.

But what does that have to do with this? He gives Zelos a funny look.]

I'm not talking about Colette's wings. I'm talking about mine. Don't you... remember...?

[Oh. Zelos... wasn't there. A stricken look flickers across Lloyd's face. Wordlessly, he summons his own wings, blue-green feathers stretching out and casting their own soft light.]

No of course I don't-

[Any argument Zelos was about to have about how Lloyd MIGHT BE CRAZY is quickly silenced by the sudden appearance of blue-green wings. In fact, it's probably one of the few times Zelos has ever been stunned into silence around Lloyd- much less stare at a completely dumbfounded expressions]

[Lloyd...Lloyd had wings. Big, blue wings. The coloring almost reminds him of Kratos's, but-]

[Lloyd had wings.]

What...

What the hell?

I forgot...

[Lloyd's voice is subdued, the stricken expression still on his face.]

You weren't there when... We stopped Mithos, but the Great Seed was too far away to germinate it. I had to reach it. I had to, and mom's Exsphere... I guess... this is what it was made for.

[It's a disjointed explanation, but he's never had to think about it before. Not in words to explain to someone who had no idea.]

So...you grew wings to reach it.

[What was...he didn't even know what it was. He had some vague notion that Lloyd's exsphere was special, but he never really thought about it. Lloyd was special, so a special exsphere just seemed like a natural part of that]

[But he never thought it could actually...]

[With one hand, he reaches up and rubs his temple as he stares at those wings. He can't help but let out a tired laugh that in no way sounds like he finds something funny.]

Man- I've died, I got resurrected to fight in some war in another world, I spent a year dealing with timelines, I wound back here thanks to some computer that thinks it's a cat...

And somehow? You still manage to surprise me, Lloyd. Kudos.

You were in another world?

[Lloyd gives Zelos an incredulous look. He's the one who's surprising? People turn into angels all the time (or at least that's the impression he's been given with with the number of angels he's run into), but worlds? Timelines?

Then his expression turns into something more like alarm.]

Wait, I thought there were only two worlds. If the world got split into more than that... Oh man, this is bad!

[People don't turn into angels all the time Lloyd! You just live...a very very weird life.]

[He's confused by the alarm before it clicks. Oh. right. The two world problem]

Hey- relax. They aren't connected to Sylvarant or Tethe'alla. They just exist in their own dimensions and timelines on their own.

Or...something like that. Anyway, you don't gotta worry about it.

Zelos Wilder | Tales of Symphonia

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