[Video] 001 ☽

[messianic]

[At first, when your SFC clicks on, all that can be seen is blue--the blue of the ocean above the barrier. The video seems to be...rocking back and forth, slowly, and the gentle slap slap slap of what might be...small waves...? against something can be heard.

A long pause.

Then the video shifts and changes before settling on a young man who seems to be...lying down, holding the SFC up, peering at it.

A red light...?]

...It's recording...?

[A puzzled (and slightly soggy) blink, and he begins to sit up.]

Why am I on a boat--

[Too late. His sitting up tilts the small boat off balance.

Tilting--

Splash!

...oops.

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[messianic]

[...Somehow, he fails to be surprised. He'll be holding onto the edge of that boat now, blinking at Pharos.]

...

[...What is even going on--]

...Hello.

[Though it might almost be a question.]

[deathlinked.livejournal.com]

Welcome to Vatheon.

[Pushing a lock of hair out of his own face now.]

It seems we have been brought here against our will.

[messianic]

[...Mmkay. That's a little concerning, yeah, but higher on his list of priorities--]

What about the others? Have they been brought too?

[deathlinked.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure yet. I was waiting for you.

[messianic]

[...Oookay.]

Well, we should get out of the water, at least, before either of us gets sick.

[deathlinked.livejournal.com]

[Staring at the water now. Guess who doesn't know how to swim?]

[messianic]

[...of course.]

...Do you know how to swim?

[deathlinked.livejournal.com]

No.

[Swinging his feet against the log now.]

[messianic]

[...well, alright then. He'll just paddle himself to be closer to Pharos, still holding onto the boat.]

Hold tightly onto my back, then. Shore isn't too far away.

[deathlinked.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[And he slips into the water, quickly grabbing onto Minato and clinging to him as they make their way to shore.]

We better hurry before nightfall.

[messianic]

[...hm.

He doesn't say anything as he makes his way to shore, doing his best to keep both of their heads above the water until he is able to stand on the bottom of the lake.

Aaand slogging his way up to shore, Pharos still on his back, before he crouches to allow Pharos to get off.]

...Is something going to happen?

[deathlinked.livejournal.com]

The dead in this city...

[An almost... worried look as he rings out the edge of his shirt before looking back at Minato.]

Something is hurting them.

[messianic]

[Right. Another problem needing to be solved.]

Perhaps one of the natives of this place will be able to tell us more.

[For now he'll stick his hands in wet pockets and, slouching, begin to walk. Coming, Pharos?]

[deathlinked.livejournal.com]

...!

[And following closely behind Minato. He's actually pretty curious and slightly scared about this whole thing. How could someone pull him from his world? And other people can see him! This is all weird and scary but Minato is here now so he feels more... grounded than before.]

[messianic]

[It's pretty interesting, and he's trying to learn as much about it as he can, even as he walks. When he stumbles across a clothing store of sorts, he goes to see if he can bargain with the shop clerk to get them both some dry clothes...only to be told they're all free to the 'foreigners'.

...alright well. He turns to Pharos.]

Why don't you find something dry to wear?

[deathlinked.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

[He is! Really! Despite the fact that he's uh, barefoot. He kind of lost his sandals somewhere along the line.]

You should get dry, you wouldn't want to catch a cold.

[messianic]

[Small creepy child that visits me in my sleep, I am concerned about you.]

You could catch a cold as well. Even if only temporarily, you should find something else to wear.

[deathlinked.livejournal.com]

But these are my clothes. They will dry eventually.

[Nooooo, these are the clothes Minato gave him. ;w;]

[messianic]

[...Sigh.

He reaches for a towel and offers it to Pharos.]

At least dry yourself off. Maybe...a coat to go over the clothes, then?

[deathlinked.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[Taking the towel and hanging it over his head. Derp derp.]

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[messianic]

[DOT DOT DOT.]

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[messianic]

[And he shakes his head slightly and steps over to help Pharos at least dry off his hair and face and such.

He doesn't want you to catch something either, particularly in such a strange situation.]

[deathlinked.livejournal.com]

[Happy happy joy! Minato is touching him. *^*]

You do not have to do this for me.

[messianic]

...You'll get sick if you stay wet.

[He really does care, small creepy death child.

And when he is done toweling him off the best he can, he riffles ruffles through the clothing, finding a coat that seems about the right size okay maybe slightly too large. Offering it--]

Why don't you wear this for now?

[deathlinked.livejournal.com]

If you want me to, I will.

[Taking the coat, putting it on and keeping the towel over his head.]

Thank you.