catchall | September | open

[spiralpatterns]

Characters: Zephyr, X, anyone else who feels like it
Date: Septemberish
Location: Dreaming Bridge, Aifaran
Situation: Many, lots
Warnings/Rating: Will warn in thread headers if it gets there



A | X | Dreaming Bridge | Closed

"Hey, buddy, got a sec?" This is without preamble as Zephyr ambles home one day from another of his assorted odd jobs. He flops headlong into his bunk without waiting for an answer; but he adjusts after a moment to look sidelong over at X, thoughtful.

He doesn't actually bother to get up.

B | Faith 2 | Open

"Please hide me." This is said very earnestly as Zephyr ducks into the shop and heads for the nearest friendly Dreamperson. He jerks his head outside; there's a Ban Om acolyte just standing there. Watching. Smiling.

Zephyr looks, to say the least, harried.

C | Meta 1 | Open

So Zephyr's been doing a bit of exploring this month, more consciously than simply going where work takes him. Looking into areas he likes, areas that might have nice apartments to live in. Places he could consciously call a home, instead of just kind of... drifting.

Unfortunately, today the yimo's mapping is on the fritz. Seems like interference, but who's he to judge? Zephyr trips into a ditch, mutters a curse, and thumps it before shoving it back into his pocket. There is some muttering to himself. "That's what I get for trying to use a damn map, I guess."

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[spiralpatterns]

The Fool's pretty much always good in a pinch, Zephyr thinks. Probably. He hasn't experienced a situation where it isn't at least nice to have the Fool around, so far.

The point is that there are worse choices than to ask to be hid by him.

"Thank you," he says fervently at the click of the latch, and throws himself into the empty chair by the Fool's table. "That's not a friend. I've never seen them before in my life, and I'm getting really sick of getting followed around with that kind of smile."

[afoolsgold]

"...I'm getting really sick of getting followed around with that kind of smile."

"Truly? I cannot imagine why." He's kidding.

The Fool turns back around and crosses over to the table, his closed-mouth smile a touch sly when he looks at Zephyr again. He settles himself back down into his seat and crosses his legs at the ankles, collecting up the small puppet he'd been working on previously. The varnish hasn't dripped anywhere, thankfully.

"I imagine he will wander off eventually," he goes on, eyes returning to his work as he brings the brush up to apply a layer of rich oil to the finely grained wood. "In the meantime, I'm glad for your company, given it's been quite some time since I last saw you." There is only the vaguest admonishment in his tone and the glint in his eye. srsly man where u been?

[spiralpatterns]

"Just for that, I'm going to follow you around smiling creepily for a day," Zephyr informs the Fool, with absolutely no intention of actually doing so. It's an empty threat, and that probably shows. Oh well. How long has it been since he made a threat his friends actually believed...?

Oh. Right.

Zephyr rubs a hand across his eyes and slouches deeper into his chair with a heavy sigh. "Yeah, it's been a while. Sorry. I'm not always the most social guy."

[afoolsgold]

"Yeah, it's been a while. Sorry. I'm not always the most social guy."

It wasn't an admonishment the Fool had actually expected an apology for, and he scoffs lightly, waving it off with his brush. "I am sociable enough for at least three of you," he teases instead, quirking another smile, then sets the puppet down and considers his work with his chin in his hand. "But it has certainly been a memorable month, hasn't it."

For reasons both good and bad.