lonely repear rudely woken up by gravity

[rockily]

Who: Eizen & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide video.
Action: Aboard the Marsiva.
When: Right now boi.



[ There is very little worse than waking in an unfamiliar place, disorientated, confused, and incredibly disgruntled. Still that he can't remember ever going to sleep, he doesn't need sleep so why did he... Eizen shifts groggily attempting to get out of the bed he found himself in - only to come crashing down on the cold hard floor.

With his elbow landing on the device the feed flicks on just in time to see and hear the blond hair man curse loudly, sharp jarring pain shooting up his arm. Growling he pushes himself up to sit leaning against the side of the bed, hand reaching up to holding his still swimming head. ]

Where the hell...? Zaveid?

[ He can remember that the idiot had been with him, that they spent the evening drinking and talking as the world continued on around them unaware. ]

If this is some kind of joke I'm not laughing.

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Comments

[searingedgelord]

[She's not really sure you can blame booze for ending up transported onto ships in space. Alcohol probably doesn't have that sort of power.

But she'll just focus on the question he asks.]

Yeah. I found pudding.

[Her tone is flat and unimpressed. It's not a very helpful discovery, though, she realizes.]

And this thing I'm talking to you with.

[rockily]

[ Just for a moment let him blame it on his poor judgement and the large bottle of whiskey he had consumed, okay? It's a little easier this way. ]

Pudding?

[ Velvet, does he look like a man who cares about pudding? Spoilers: no, he is not a man who cares about pudding. With a heavy sigh he pushes himself up, collecting the communicator from the floor as he stands. ]

So you're as clueless as I am.

[searingedgelord]

[Eizen doesn't look like a man who geeks out over pots and likes to pet squirrels, either. And yet.

She sighs.]

Yeah, it seems that way.

[rockily]

Great.

[ Well, he is going to try and find some way off this ship or someone to punch. ]

[searingedgelord]

[She'd shank stuff but someone took her blade.]

Yeah. Let me know if you find anything.

Zaveid is here...somewhere, I guess. He said he'd stop by and tell me what's going on.

[rockily]

[ Good thing one of them uses their fists to fight, huh? ]

So Zaveid is around. [ He heard from a couple others that he was here somewhere, so it doesn't really surprise him. What does, however, is how he hasn't approached Eizen like he clearly done Velvet. ] Pass whatever he tells you onto me, I'll see what I can find out on my end.

[ Tell him I know he's here, dances on the edge of his tongue but is swallowed down at the last moment. ]

[searingedgelord]

Yeah. He said he was on a ship called the Huntress. I'll let you know what he tells me.

[Unless she chases him a way with insults first.]

[rockily]

The Huntress, huh? [ He takes note of that, something to follow up on later. ] Thanks.

[ There is silence for a moment before Eizen speaks again, his brow furrowing as thoughts start to twist and turn. ]

Velvet, there's something I need to ask you.

[searingedgelord]

[She pauses at that, curious.]

Yeah? What is it?

[rockily]

What were you─ we doing before you woke up here?

[ Already things have been said to make him question the timeline, his timeline. People from the future, their world's future. It has him wondering how much she remembers, how much she knows. ]

[searingedgelord]

[She raises an eyebrow at that.]

We were on our way to the Empyrean's Throne.

[rockily]

[ For a brief moment surprise writes itself plainly across his face, before his expression turns guarded. ]

I see.

[ So she doesn't remember the final battle, doesn't remember taking her revenge with her own two hands. ]

[searingedgelord]

[She notices that his reaction is a little strange.]

Something wrong?

[rockily]

No.

[ He answers quick and exhales as he does, tempted to keep their differences to himself. He doesn't know what will happen if he tells her, but it'd be better not to hide things, wouldn't it? ]

We're at different places. [ A beat. ] I remember the battle and how it ended.

[ And all that came after. ]

[searingedgelord]

[Wait, what. Her brows draw together in confusion.]

Did something happen to my memory?

[She kind of mumbles this to herself. She doesn't know how long she was out for. It's not impossible that it could have messed with her memory. But she didn't really expect to survive the last battle. And Eizen said something about different places.]

Are you saying you're from the future?

[rockily]

You're memory should be fine.

[ From what he understands at least, there shouldn't be anything wrong with her memory. You can't remember things that she hasn't lived through. ]

Aye, that's what I am saying.

[searingedgelord]

[She...doesn't know how she feels about that. Aside from confusion. There's a lot of that. And some irritation. Because, well, she's Velvet.]

The longer I'm here the less sense this makes.

[rockily]

[ Eizen laughs, a hand stuffing into the pocket of his jacket to curl around his vessel. ]

I know.

[searingedgelord]

[She sighs. She's now less sure how pressed she is for time, if what she thought she was on her way to do has already happened. But still:]

I just want to know who I have to eat to get out of here.

[rockily]

[ There's something oddly comforting hearing threaten to eat people, bringing a short grin to his face. ]

Who knows. I'll let you know if I find anyone important.

[ He brushes a thumb across the surface of his coin, feeling the etching of the Demon Lord against the leather of his gloves. ]

By the way, do you want to know how it turned out? Our final battle.

[ If she asks he'll answer, if she doesn't... Well that's her choice. ]

[searingedgelord]

I...

[She starts to respond, but pauses. She'd be lying if she said she didn't. On the other hand is it really a good idea? Would knowing change anything? She's not entirely sure.]

Just...tell me, did we succeed?

[She doesn't want the details. At least not right now. But she's not a patient enough person to pass on the knowledge altogether.]

[rockily]

[ It is dangerous territory, he thinks, telling someone about their future. It could change everything or nothing, she may not even remember it when she leaves here. But she'll ask eventually, that much is certain, this way he will eliminate weeks of internal debate. ]

Aye, we succeeded.

[ They won. They tore Artorius from his seat on high down to the ground below, the world lost it's Shepherd. ]

[searingedgelord]

[She breathes out slowly. It's odd to hear him say it. Even if she's not surprised. Not exactly. She didn't allow herself to doubt. But it's strange to know your own future and even stranger to talk about it in past tense.]

Right. All right. Good.

[rockily]

[ A moment passes in silence before Eizen exhales, clutching his vessel. ]

Let me know what Zaveid tells you.

[searingedgelord]

[There's silence for awhile, but eventually Velvet responds again, sounding more frazzled and irritated than before.]

What's wrong with him?