[muffled spooky scary skeletons playing in the distance]

[geonomy]

Who: You! Me! Everybody!
Broadcast: idk but we've sure got a pretty broad cast of folks eh, eh
Action: HECK YEAH PLANET MINGLE
When: 10/7 until plot update or recaptcha

It's a deep, deep forest filled to the brim with fungi, mysterious life forms, and pitch black darkness. Explore if you dare and discover all these things and more! Just don't get lost...

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[arcanepower]

[Belth has yet to have a proper conversation with his mysterious shipmate, but it's the elf's fault more than anything; he's shy, especially around strong personalities, and he's been terribly depressed lately. Yet his curiosity gets the better of him and he's out here exploring the planet, taking in his third verdant planet like only an elf can. He's found his way up into a tree, nimble little thing that he is, and he's happily jotting down notes when--

FWOOSH—!

Someone windsteps just below him, taking the air with it and rustling the leaves. Belth shrieks, loses his balance, and ends up falling right out of the tree.

He's a mess of black and gold robes. He might not even have a head anymore; his hood is twisted over his face, and at some point he's lost his shoes--

-- oh, wait, no. He took those off before he climbed the tree.]

[airily]

[ It certainly doesn't help that Zaveid has been doing his best to hide away from his crew for the last few weeks; he's never felt entirely comfortable on the fleet and he does what he can to hide himself away. It all comes rushing back in the wake of what happened with Mikleo, and right now the only thing he can do is try and make the best of the bad leftovers that come hand in hand with what had gone so desperately wrong. He has to try and make it okay, and that's difficult.

He's managed before. He'll have to learn to manage now.

Speeding through the forest is a relief, and he can't help how giddy and excited he feels in the wake of sheer, innocent enjoyment. He doesn't need anything else other than the bliss of this moment, and he barely realises he's knocked someone off their balance until he hears the shriek.

Skidding to a stop, he turns back and shifts, waltzing up towards where the crumpled ball of boy is, leaning down curiously. ]

... You doin' okay there?

[arcanepower]

[He's stunned for a solid ten seconds, but then he regains his senses and begins flailing anew, giving the impression of someone stuck beneath a blanket. Eventually he's able to sit up. He huffs and yanks his hood back, and then he looks up... and keeps looking up... he's a shorty, okay.]

I-I'm fine! I'm fine! [He's frantically groping the grass for his journal and quill, which unfortunately ended up a few feet away.] Ah, where--

[airily]

[ It doesn't help that Zaveid is almost ridiculously tall, but he manages to bend his legs and settle down, crouching somewhat so he can look at him a bit better. His lips twitch into a smile and, hey. People can see him. It's almost refreshing. ]

Oh, you looking for these? [ Zaveid sends the wind over to pass them back, and he picks them up before he holds the book out. ] Here you go. No damage done.

[arcanepower]

[Zaveid is intimidating, but not just because he looks like some kind of miscreant. He's also lighting up Belthazar's mana senses much in the way that Mikleo does. But he's not one to turn down kindness, especially when it's someone he shares a ship with, so he takes his journal and quill back and tucks them into his robes. His cheeks are a pretty obvious shade of pink as he looks away.]

T-thank you.

[White tattoos. He eyes the man out of the corner of his eye, wondering if Zaveid could be from Fenris' world.]

... Where is your shirt?

[airily]

You're welcome.

[ Zaveid leans back, shifting and pushing himself up. He recognises the younger man and he knows they share a ship, but he's made a point to try and avoid interacting with most of the other people on the Bishop just because he's not sure of his welcome, considering his position. He's still recovering now, so he doesn't think he can be blamed for being reclusive. ]

Huh...? My shirt?

[ Glancing down, Zaveid laughs. ]

I don't have one.

[arcanepower]

[Belth doesn't know Zaveid was involved in that whole mess, but he might say something if there's noticeable injuries.]

W-why don't you have one? [DUDE, YOU NEED A SHIRT.] Don't you get cold? Plus, it's... it's so immodest!! If you cannot afford one, I am sure someone can buy you something.

[airily]

[ All Zaveid can do is stare at Balth for a moment before he bursts out laughing, shaking his head and running his fingers through his long hair. ]

C'mon, kid! The answer's pretty simple, just take a look at me! Who wouldn't want to show off this hot body, huh?

[ He might flex. A little. Perhaps. Sh. ]

Besides, how else am I gonna keep up this incredible tan?

[arcanepower]

[Belth wrinkles his nose like he just tasted a lime. Hard to believe this kid is about the same age as Mikleo.]

... You're some kind of exhibitionist, aren't you.

[airily]

[ Zaveid just... Blinks, a little startled for a moment. ]

... Huh? No.

[arcanepower]

[out of the mouths of babes]

But-- but your shirt...

[He's a little hung up on this.]

No, you're definitely some kind of pervert. Everyone in Silvermoon who dresses like that is.

[airily]

H-Hey!

[ He does look shocked, and he takes a step back. ]

I'm not a pervert! I just need to get a good tan! Jeez, are you this rude to all the strangers you meet?!

[arcanepower]

You've been sneaking sweets out of the kitchen for months! [His cheeks puff out as he huffs. If it wasn't Zaveid, it was someone... but to be fair, Belthazar's cooking is on a whole other level. Dezel would be jealous.] I think that counts as at least somewhat acquainted!!

[He rises to his full height of five feet and jabs a tiny, pale finger at Zaveid's tanned chest. Here it comes. Here comes the rant. He talks about a mile a minute, sorry Zaveid.]

If you want something, you only have to ask for it. Lurking around like some kind of unsavory character will only get you in trouble around here. I can forgive the lack of shirt, but at least tell me what you eat so that I can do my job properly! I've had to guess for weeks and weeks and weeks, and I've been absolutely fretting that you have some kind of allergy or dietary restriction that I don't know about, and nothing I make seems to please you except maybe the macarons, and that isn't healthy at all! How do you expect to keep up that tan if you gain weight? Cookies aren't a diet! You need vegetables and protein! You need variety!

[airily]

[ Zaveid is just a little... Caught, and he doesn't know what to say for a long moment before he just...

Bursts out into laughter.

He really can't help himself, and he's sure it's incredibly rude, but in this situation there's nothing else he can do, and he ends up landing on his backside with a hand pressed against his stomach as he tries to calm down. ]

[arcanepower]

[Belthazar is being laughed at. This is not the reaction he expected, and as Zaveid goes on, Belth just... continues to redden. His ears flatten against his dark hair. He's equal parts embarrassed and frustrated, and he doesn't know which one to listen to.]

S-s-stop laughing! This is very serious business!

[oh my god]

[airily]

[ He's doing his best to calm down and, though it takes a few moments, Zaveid shakes his head, pushing his hair out of his face as he breathes out. ]

Kid. You ever meet a seraphim before?

[arcanepower]

[Seraphim. Where has he heard that--]

Ah... I-I've met Mikleo, um, a few times. A nature spirit, yes? I can't say I know all the details.

[airily]

Huh. Jeez, he really gets around, doesn't he?

[ But that's not the point - he waves a hand, absently. ]

We don't eat.

[arcanepower]

[Belth squints.]

... But... but he cooks?

[HE'S SO CONFUSED]

How can you cook without eating?!

[airily]

We don't need to eat. Not really something our bodies work on.

[ He just smiles. ]

Eating is just... Fun sometimes.

[arcanepower]

[Belth is trying to process this information. His annoyance is quickly giving way to curiosity, though.]

So, then-- what happens to the food you do eat? Does it get converted into mana? Hold on. [He flips open his notebook.] Would you say your mana is of a specific element? Do you ever get too full? What about gaining weight? Do you still have likes and dislikes? Does anything taste terrible to you? Are you lactose intolerant? What about eating meat?

[airily]

[ He's just... Staring, a little... Lost for a moment. ]

I dunno, I never really thought about it. [ His hand lands on his chin as he thinks about it. ] I'm a Wind Seraph, so, sure, I'm that element. [ He's trying to find an answer to all these questions, but it's a mess. ] Everyone's got likes and dislikes, right? Milk and meat are fine, and I usually just eat whatever Mikleo makes us.

[arcanepower]

[Poor Zaveid. But he makes an attempt to answer Twenty Questions, so he gains some points in Belth's eyes. He scribbles down some notes.]

That doesn't surprise me. His desserts are very, very good. So seraphim do not need to eat-- what about sleeping? Elves can go a while without sleep, but three days is about my limit.

[Hold on.]

-- What was your name again?

[airily]

[ He's doing his best to be polite, probably bolstered by how happy and content he feels here on the planet. ]

Nah, don't need to sleep, either. We can, if we want to, but it's not going to do us any harm.

[ He raises an eyebrow, then laughs. ]

Zaveid.

[arcanepower]

Belthazar.

[Scribble scribble scribble.]

Very interesting. Do you choose to take on human forms, or is there a more 'wild' form that you can assume?

[Feel free to stop him at any point.]