ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ/ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ | too bad, so sad

[sylphystia]

Who: Dezel and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Crowley's bar or the Huntress, whichever you prefer.
When: Now

[audio]

[Someone is definitely growling. You'd think he was a dog, but then he seems to form words. Every consonant sounds like a knife against stone.]

I'm staying away from the planet for a while. If anyone needs me—

[He hesitates.]

—too bad. [And he hangs up.]


[action]

[Despite his grumpy broadcast, Dezel can be found in certain places. One of them is Crowley's bar. He's invisible, but that doesn't stop him from cleaning glasses and making tiny, pretentious food. If you can't see him, it's like some invisible Christmas elf keeps leaving tarts everywhere.

Alternatively, he can be seen (or not seen) sulking in the Huntress' cargo bay, sitting on some boxes beside a window. In his lap is a fuzzy happy little slug that he strokes with due diligence.]

[ooc: If you're meeting Dezel in person and haven't done so, please fill out his seraph permissions!]

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[notzubats]

[Okay for someone who's totally out of the loop in the Seraph drama? This is just bizarre. Okay, Dezel throwing fits isn't bizarre- that's pretty normal. But it's usually over some animals or his room. But him refusing to be on a planet full of animals in favor for a ship with much less animals? Now that's weird.]

[And so sometime when he's sulking on the Huntress, Sora will approach while trying to seem casual.]

Uh, hey Dezel! What's up?

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[sylphystia]

[He's definitely sulking, visibly so, when Sora finds him. His fingers still in the plush fur of the fluff slug. He looks down from his perch. He's so grumpy that there's not even a smile, but then again, that's probably normal.]

I thought you'd be down on the planet. [Simba needs to stretch his legs, after all.]

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[notzubats]

[Yeah the lack of smile is pretty Dezel like]

Sure, but I can't stay down there all the time. Something would probably eat me if I slept down there.

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[sylphystia]

[He thinks about the big lizard-like hellion things he's encountered while roaming around. And then he thinks about Sora's size, disposition, and general aversion to fighting.]

Probably.

[He's welcome for the vote of confidence.]

... Something I can do for you?

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[notzubats]

[Yeah thanks for the confidence in him, Dezel. Sora doesn't think anything of it though, he knows he's nothing special.]

Well, I was kinda wondering what you're doing up here. I kinda thought you'd be taking every chance you could to be enjoying nature, like Mikleo.

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[airily]

[ For a long time there's nothing, only the sound of the wind - hah - before there's a voice. ]

Too bad, hm?

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[sylphystia]

[FUCKING ZAVEID. Just the person he didn't want to hear from. He must be crazy, seeing this message and then responding-- Dezel just gazes at his communicator in total disbelief.

He could crunch it between his hands. He almost does.]

Zaveid...

[He sounds nice and friendly, like a dog that wants to bite your hand off.]

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[airily]

[ Well, he's not just going to hide away forever, is he? There's no point in playing pretend, and Zaveid wants to be here and see Dezel... Or, at least, in this case, hear him.

He's not going to hide. No way. ]

It almost sounds like you're mad at me!

[ Hahaha. ]

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[sylphystia]

[The silence here is so thick that you can cut it with a knife.

Though it's, uh, interrupted by... nature sounds????? They sound tinny, and if Zaveid notices, they repeat after a few seconds. Dezel also notices that it's a bit too loud and smacks something, and the noises stop.]

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[airily]

[ Zaveid is quiet, for a moment, the humour slipping away before he huffs a noise. He can hear the noise and it ends up stopping, but - all the same, he notices. Shaking his head, he flops back onto the ground behind him. ]

If you want me to go you can just say. Ignoring me hurts!

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[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's loving the pretentious food. It's great, far better than he can conjure up. Plus it's fun, watching people getting freaked out about the magically appearing food. Got to get your kicks somewhere.]

So. What did the planet do to you? Did the tree make you have feelings? Because it's pretty rude, all things considered, that tree.

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[sylphystia]

[Dezel is in the middle of making gelato when Crowley decides to pry. How is he making gelato in a bar? We don't know, but there's magic involved. If Crowley is paying attention, he may notice that Dezel uses his wind to cheat-- a hot breeze one time, a chill another. Who needs kitchen appliances when you have your very own convection oven and/or refrigerator?

He focuses on stirring what's in the bowl, and doesn't make eye contact. Then again, he wears a big hat and has a lot of bangs, so eye contact is difficult in the first place.]

It wasn't the tree. [He has nothing against the tree, even though it may have made him miss old friends. It's not the tree's fault. There is a wonderful thing about nature, even alien nature, and that is... it's alive. And because Dezel is a part of nature, he is also alive, intrinsically connected to his element in a way that he could never describe to Crowley or anyone else. It makes him feel... more. Like someone put a brightness filter on the whole world.]

It's... someone from my world. He's more trouble than he's worth.

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[onlyanapple]

[Crowley has learned not to ask questions to how Dezel makes half the stuff he does. He has a feeling he probably won't like the answer. He just...lets him get on with it. ]

Ah, one of those sorts.

[He knows the type, he's had to DEAL with the type, more than once. He folds his arms, leaning against the counter, feigning disinterest, which as always, couldn't be further from the truth. ]

How much trouble are we talking about? From "this guy is annoying as hell" to "he's literally going to try to murder me horribly."

[sylphystia]

[He pauses in his stirring, then resumes with a little more violence than before.]

We've fought before. [A pause.] I was in a group, but we barely won. [Zaveid had been ridiculously strong. That was why Dezel coveted that gun, and why he used it when the Shepherd couldn't do anything to save Rose.]

Don't get me wrong-- he's obnoxious, too. [He stops stirring, checking the texture of the gelato. It's perfect, and since Crowley is hanging out there, Dezel is nice enough to spoon some into a bowl and slide it over.]

[onlyanapple]

Wonderful. And will he be trouble for you here, on the ships? I mean, is he planning on coming after you, or suchlike.

[He'll take a spoon and try some, making an approving noise and offering a thumbs-up. ]

Delicious as always. You're a true artist, Dezel. I'm glad I snagged you before Nami found you.

[action]; hi coworker!

[wolfehawke]

[Dezel's not the only one who can be found in Crowley's bar. Adalwolfe, for all his reckless carelessness, is always punctual for his shifts at Malum and so again here he is at 2am after a full day of work on planet at three different jobs there as well and starting to look run down. Even so, he seems quite happy as he moves to put on an apron behind the counter.

The reason for his happiness is readily apparent, as trotting at his heel just as happily is a mabari puppy only as tall as Hawke's shin and wrinkled as a raisin, not having grown into his own skin yet. With a whistle through his teeth, Hawke waylays the pup from coming behind the counter, instead pointing at an out of the way corner. The pup whimpers for a moment, wanting to stay with Adalwolfe, but after a kind of stern look turns its stubby tail towards the corner where he was directed.

He doesn't actually make it to the corner though, instead being waylaid by Dezel - whom Hawke still can't yet see and had no idea is there. Ser Drools on the other hand is pleased as punch to make a new friend and trots right up to the seraph with a happy bark of greeting, stump of a tail wagging the puppy's entire rear end with it.]

Drools, what are you doing?

[There's no anger in Hawke's voice as he calls to his dog from in the middle of filling a bowl with water behind the bar, just confusion at Ser Drools apparently greeting thin air jovially.]

[action] PERFECT, ANIMALS FUCKING LOVE DEZEL

[sylphystia]

[Oh, it's that guy again. Dezel keeps quiet and watches to see if Adalwolfe can see him yet, but apparently not. At any rate, he's more interested in the dog. All of his reservations disappear when the dog scents him and wanders over. Dezel sets a new tray of tarts on the countertop-- which Hawke is free to notice-- and kneels, instead, to scritch the puppy beneath the ears.

The puppy can lick his face all he wants, he doesn't mind, though he'll gently guide Ser Drools away from his mouth.]

It's nice to meet you, too. [There is a disembodied voice talking to your dog.] ... Has he been giving you trouble? [A pause.] No, you can't live entirely on treats. You're right, though. [Look at that little butt wag. Witness the intense wiggling as Dezel scritches the base of his tail.] You'll grow up big and strong, I'm sure.

[wolfehawke]

[Adalwolfe can't see Dezel just yet, no, but once the spirit talks he has a good sense of where he is. Not just from his voice, but from a sort of feeling. That, and Drools hopping back and forth in front of a specific spot.]

Dezel, is that you?

[The invisible spirit's voice is something Adalwolfe remembers pretty distinctly. After all, it's not every day you meet someone you can't see.]

Do spirits get thirsty or are you just here to visit?

[He sounds amused, not worried about Drools interacting with him at all. If Dezel meant the dog harm, Drools would be acting much differently.]

[sylphystia]

[He also sounds like Jotaro Kujo, so you know, it's pretty distinctive.]

Yeah, it's me. [He doesn't apologize for greeting Hawke's dog before him. He loves dogs. Dogs are the ultimate goal.

Though that remark actually earns a brief, dry chuckle. He's amenable to humor, sometimes. He is still very involved with petting this pupper, though, so he's not going to quit until the dog gets bored.]

I work here now. Or did you think Crowley was the one making the food?

I AM SO SORRY I lost this tag to the ether x.x;

[wolfehawke]

[Frankly Hawke does't fault him for that. Dogs are indeed the ultimate goal. Well, penultimate. Dragons are a thing.

At the revelation about the food, Hawke blinks.]

Oh, I hadn't realized. It's a bit difficult when I can't actually see you.

[Ser Drools however can see him just fine and is taking the opportunity to get belly scratches enough to send him into a tongue lolling happy stupor.]

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[nerdeology]

[He's only swinging by to drop off some supplies purchased on the planet - he can turn it into mana and carry it around inside him, but apparently even seraphim get "full" after absorbing a few dinosaurs' worth of meat - but he has to stop when he sees Dezel in the cargo by as he passes by. What the heck...?]

What're you doing here?

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[sylphystia]

[While Mikleo has been using himself as a portable cooler, Dezel has been less imaginative with his activities. He senses Mikleo as he enters the cargo bay, but he doesn't budge. He's still just... petting this slug, brooding like it's going out of style.]

Hey.

[His tone is flat, but that's pretty normal.]

... I'm sitting here. What does it look like?

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[nerdeology]

[Seriously? That's mature.]

I can see that. I meant, why here on the ship? I thought you hated the air.

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[sylphystia]

[He lets out a long-suffering sigh. He really doesn't want to talk about this, but Mikleo is here and he's a friend and... Dezel probably, maybe owes him some kind of explanation. Maybe.]

I still do.

[Dezel shifts slightly and looks in Mikleo's direction. He lets go of the fluff slug, which decides to hide in the lapel of his jacket.]

I ran into Zaveid on the planet. [It didn't go well.] I can't promise I won't start something, so I'm up here.

[THANKS FOR WARNING HIM, BY THE WAY.]

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[nerdeology]

[...Ah. Suddenly this makes a whole lot more sense, and Mikleo is really not happy to have been dragged in the middle of whatever this is.]

Right... I should have warned you, but Zaveid asked me not to say anything, and I hoped he'd have the sense to-

[Wait, this is Zaveid they're talking about. "Sense" shouldn't even factor in.]

...I'm sorry.