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[namestrees]

Call him on the weird magic medallion heck yeah

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[exchosen]

[ ah.

well.

he's still not sure how to handle lloyd landing these precision hits. ]

Nah. It's more of a totally undeserved second chance.

[namestrees]

[hey. hey. zelos. guess what.



another fucking pillow thrown at your face!!]

Deserved.

[exchosen]

[ WHUUF RIGHT IN THE FACE.

he grabs it, and that's - another confiscated pillow! ]

Fine, "deserved".

[ your opinion doesn't count lloydo. ]

[namestrees]

[one day he will learn that once thrown they do not return. no boomerang pillows. alas.]

Better. [--Buuut after a moment, he's laughing.] Well, whatever you think about it, I'm glad you have it. It's kinda fun to just... be a nobody again. [Instead of, you know, The Chosen, or "that red kid who stumbled ass backwards into saving the world and also someone built a statue of him in that one town and it's fucking embarrassing??" yeah.]

[exchosen]

[ no kidding. ]

Try to resist taking the weight of this world on your shoulders, m'kay?

[namestrees]

I dunno if I could manage three worlds. Just the two [One?? Now??] Is enough, thanks.

[exchosen]

Good.

[ except he knows you? someone will be sad and suddenly you'll be off on an adventure.

he plunks down on the bed across from lloyd. because there are two beds in this room now. look at this worldbuilding. ]

But I get what you mean. The closest I ever got to being a nobody was when we were tooling around Sylvarant.

[namestrees]

[Two beds and a chair this is a fuckin FANCY room here in Coba.]

Yeah-- I guess this must be similar for you, yeah? New place, no big buildings or magitech. But even in Sylvarant, we had Colette with us, so we still stood out a lot.

[And. Uh. People were mad about that. Failed chosen who didn't die and all that.]

So what do you think you'll be doing? Once we get the place built and stuff?

[exchosen]

[ he pulls his hair back from his face, grabbing for the brush he keeps in the bag he's started lugging around. ]</small. Dunno. It's not like I can go back to Tethe'alla, so... try to build a life here, I guess.

[namestrees]

[He hums, nodding along. And-- that's a good concept, but:] Yeah, but like-- working for the coterie? Or do you plan on doing something else?

[And a bright smile!] I could teach you how to do some more hands-on things, if you need, too.

[exchosen]

>[ eugh. ]

Dunno. Ideally I'd like to get in good with the leaders so I... [ no, alright, let's save that paranoid talk for another day. 'so i know what they know' sounds too much like traitor talk ] don't have to work as hard.

I'm not much for manual labor.

[namestrees]

I dunno, I think working hard is what gets you in good with them. [lloyd is so basic sometimes.]

But I guess it can't hurt to know them better. Have you tried talking with them yet? Jaguar always looks kinda intense.