"You have reached Solus zos Galvus. I fear I am unavailable at the moment, but should your query be of an urgent nature, pray leave a message. I shall endeavor to return it anon."
[WOW! It's called not being RUDE!! Even as a ghost he knew how to give someone a little something called privacy!!
There's a slight tilt to his head as he watches Emet describe Hythlodaeus, it was hard to read him after all, before giving an affirmative nod. So this place could even bring back those unsundered? Eons after their death? Hmm.]
Ah, I only seen but the one.
[And he's not even going to touch on the lover part. Instead he puts his empty drink down and moves to the fridge again. This time he just takes out the whole case. May as well take them all out instead of continuing to reach in for more. Again he cracks it open with the counter corner and yet another bottle cap falls to the floor.]
Hythlodaeus, is he from your... [A pause. What was that he heard in the echo...?] Amaurot, was it?
[Well, keep it up then, I suppose! I guess even wild animals have some manners, eh?]
Not surprising, it had been sometime since I had seen him as well.
[Again, he watches as Ardbert...opens the bottle in that manner, pondering for a second to offer him the bottle opener once more. Deciding against it. If he damages the counter, he'll merely put the man to work to fix what he broke. However, he does squint at the bottle cap joining the other on the ground...pointedly choosing not to comment on the case of beer that's been taken out of the fridge prior.
But then his attention goes back to Ardbert at his question. Offering him a coy smile.]
My, my! Sharp as ever I see, naught slips past you, eh? [jackass] Yes. He is a dear friend from that time lost to time. Quite queer, isn't it? That this world could pluck those from ages lost to their own reality, yet preserve it as if such horror never occurred...
[When is Emet-Selch not being a jackass? Ardbert's not sure he's ever heard him not slip some sort of smug comment in, both to him and what he watched with the Warrior of Light.
He shrugs at the comment though, taking another drink.]
Mm. I suppose if this world can bring me back after a hundred or so, then what is several thousand more, eh?
[The comment is lighthearted enough, but it's clear Ardbert still has hangups. Hell he didn't even need to open his mouth to really tell that about the man. But he's pretty sure Hythlodaeus wasn't going around as a eons old ghost wandering the realm. Which begs the question:]
Does he remember?
[Sorry Emet, before getting interrupted by the two getting frisky on the other side of the house he was doing what he does best when left to his own thoughts. Wallow in them.
But then another crash can be heard in the house again. Closer this time and followed by the sound of rapid running. Where ever his Meowth had been it practically tears into the room running on all fours stopping only as it launches itself to pounce and grab one of the bottle caps on the ground. It's surprising to say the least as Ardbert quickly steps out of the way of his little ball of chaos. He eyes it a bit incredulously, the thing had started to eat the bottle cap, before looking back to Emet. He may have ignored the first crash, but he did look genuinely sorry for whatever this was.]
[Emet is about to answer, but then there's...that whole display. The crash, the strange feline making his entrance, his...eating of the bottle cap. He cannot help but stare down at the little gremlin in amused bafflement. Whatever it is he has broken was of little concern to Emet, seeing as he'd merely make Ardbert replace it.
His gaze lingers a moment, even as he turns his face to Ardbert, his eyes lagging a moment before they snap to Ardbert's apologetic face.]
Haven't quite mastered control of the beast, hm? Not surprising. [He pauses to take a sip of his wine.] But to answer your question, he remembers quite a lot. By his recall, he is aware of Hydaelyn's creation, of the war that broke out between the two...
Truly, our captor is a remarkable creature, that he could pluck not only myself, but Hythlodaeus as well...certainly makes me wonder his purpose with us. I cannot well entertain that he merely wishes to offer us some measure of vacation from our duties.
[The sound of crunching metal is the worst addition to this conversation. But Emet-Selch seemed more amused than anything else so he simply gives a tired shrug.]
Oh, we've come to understanding.
[He glances down just in time to catch Mythril stuffing the second bottle cap in it's mouth.]
I've simply yet to take him out today.
[With another swig he finishes off his second bottle of beer and finally was he starting to feel it's warm effects. He was by no means drunk yet or even tipsy but. As he reaches for his third, he looks back to Emet. He doesn't need it spelled out. This friend of Emet's was there till the 'end' from the sound of it. Or till the sundering?]
Hmm, I suppose you'd say the fates weren't through with him either? Personally it seems like some bizarre form of after life, but I'll entertain a vacation.
[He gestures to himself. Though, he takes a moment to look at Mythril as he...chews the bottle cap.
Really...]
However, there is a rather concerning number of those who are. This I cannot deny. Though... [He pauses a moment, his gaze drifting elsewhere for a moment, before it snaps back into reality. Settling on Ardbert once again as he gives him a smile.] Nevermind. The point is, we cannot know the exact nature of this place. Not yet, anyroad, but I will.
[This time he catches his bottle cap when opening his drink, casually tossing it out of the kitchen as he takes a swig. Mythril locks onto the action immediately, pausing mid crunch to run out after it with crazed fervor.]
Aye, but I'd wager you were a special case to most who are alive.
[He shrugs, focusing his gaze on his drink a moment. His usual tired look settling as he thought.]
Though...?
[What an odd thing to trail off on... Ardbert was of course curious, but he wouldn't press more than that. The smile also wasn't lost as he flicked his eyes back up to Emet-Selch.]
Mm. I'd be curious to know if you figure it out. [He pauses a moment, head slightly tilting.] Why not? I don't see what is stopping you.
Ahh, nevermind. I suppose what matters is that we were all brought here to begin with.
[Having been standing in the kitchen for a while now, he shifts, briefly stretching his back before grabbing another unopened bottle. With two bottles in hand he makes towards the couch to actually sit down.]
Right, your duty. You speak of the rejoining, yes?
[The manner in which he sits on the couch is far too casual.]
Do we know if time back in our world continues without us?
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There's a slight tilt to his head as he watches Emet describe Hythlodaeus, it was hard to read him after all, before giving an affirmative nod. So this place could even bring back those unsundered? Eons after their death? Hmm.]
Ah, I only seen but the one.
[And he's not even going to touch on the lover part. Instead he puts his empty drink down and moves to the fridge again. This time he just takes out the whole case. May as well take them all out instead of continuing to reach in for more. Again he cracks it open with the counter corner and yet another bottle cap falls to the floor.]
Hythlodaeus, is he from your... [A pause. What was that he heard in the echo...?] Amaurot, was it?
[There's a thoughtful pause as he takes a drink.]
That's an awful lot to catch up on.
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Not surprising, it had been sometime since I had seen him as well.
[Again, he watches as Ardbert...opens the bottle in that manner, pondering for a second to offer him the bottle opener once more. Deciding against it. If he damages the counter, he'll merely put the man to work to fix what he broke. However, he does squint at the bottle cap joining the other on the ground...pointedly choosing not to comment on the case of beer that's been taken out of the fridge prior.
But then his attention goes back to Ardbert at his question. Offering him a coy smile.]
My, my! Sharp as ever I see, naught slips past you, eh? [jackass] Yes. He is a dear friend from that time lost to time. Quite queer, isn't it? That this world could pluck those from ages lost to their own reality, yet preserve it as if such horror never occurred...
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He shrugs at the comment though, taking another drink.]
Mm. I suppose if this world can bring me back after a hundred or so, then what is several thousand more, eh?
[The comment is lighthearted enough, but it's clear Ardbert still has hangups. Hell he didn't even need to open his mouth to really tell that about the man. But he's pretty sure Hythlodaeus wasn't going around as a eons old ghost wandering the realm. Which begs the question:]
Does he remember?
[Sorry Emet, before getting interrupted by the two getting frisky on the other side of the house he was doing what he does best when left to his own thoughts. Wallow in them.
But then another crash can be heard in the house again. Closer this time and followed by the sound of rapid running. Where ever his Meowth had been it practically tears into the room running on all fours stopping only as it launches itself to pounce and grab one of the bottle caps on the ground. It's surprising to say the least as Ardbert quickly steps out of the way of his little ball of chaos. He eyes it a bit incredulously, the thing had started to eat the bottle cap, before looking back to Emet. He may have ignored the first crash, but he did look genuinely sorry for whatever this was.]
Ah, sorry... he's got a lot of energy...
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His gaze lingers a moment, even as he turns his face to Ardbert, his eyes lagging a moment before they snap to Ardbert's apologetic face.]
Haven't quite mastered control of the beast, hm? Not surprising. [He pauses to take a sip of his wine.] But to answer your question, he remembers quite a lot. By his recall, he is aware of Hydaelyn's creation, of the war that broke out between the two...
Truly, our captor is a remarkable creature, that he could pluck not only myself, but Hythlodaeus as well...certainly makes me wonder his purpose with us. I cannot well entertain that he merely wishes to offer us some measure of vacation from our duties.
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Oh, we've come to understanding.
[He glances down just in time to catch Mythril stuffing the second bottle cap in it's mouth.]
I've simply yet to take him out today.
[With another swig he finishes off his second bottle of beer and finally was he starting to feel it's warm effects. He was by no means drunk yet or even tipsy but. As he reaches for his third, he looks back to Emet. He doesn't need it spelled out. This friend of Emet's was there till the 'end' from the sound of it. Or till the sundering?]
Hmm, I suppose you'd say the fates weren't through with him either? Personally it seems like some bizarre form of after life, but I'll entertain a vacation.
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[He gestures to himself. Though, he takes a moment to look at Mythril as he...chews the bottle cap.
Really...]
However, there is a rather concerning number of those who are. This I cannot deny. Though... [He pauses a moment, his gaze drifting elsewhere for a moment, before it snaps back into reality. Settling on Ardbert once again as he gives him a smile.] Nevermind. The point is, we cannot know the exact nature of this place. Not yet, anyroad, but I will.
'Tis no vacation for me, in any case.
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Aye, but I'd wager you were a special case to most who are alive.
[He shrugs, focusing his gaze on his drink a moment. His usual tired look settling as he thought.]
Though...?
[What an odd thing to trail off on... Ardbert was of course curious, but he wouldn't press more than that. The smile also wasn't lost as he flicked his eyes back up to Emet-Selch.]
Mm. I'd be curious to know if you figure it out. [He pauses a moment, head slightly tilting.] Why not? I don't see what is stopping you.
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I do not know if I would name me any more special than the other living captives here. No more than what usually sets one like myself apart, anyroad.
[He glances at his bottle of wine, taking measure of what remains, then taking a quick sip before answering.]
My duty demands completion. I cannot rest on my laurels while there is much to be done. I will find the means to escape this world. That's all.
[He says it so casually, like it's but a small hurdle than the impossible feat it actually is.]
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Ahh, nevermind. I suppose what matters is that we were all brought here to begin with.
[Having been standing in the kitchen for a while now, he shifts, briefly stretching his back before grabbing another unopened bottle. With two bottles in hand he makes towards the couch to actually sit down.]
Right, your duty. You speak of the rejoining, yes?
[The manner in which he sits on the couch is far too casual.]
Do we know if time back in our world continues without us?