† you don't have a clue

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† you don't have a clue

[Kratos looks unhappier than usual as he steps onto the Plane. It's been a while, but he's only disoriented for a moment. He runs a hand through his hair, sighs, and walks briskly toward the forest.]

... My job should not be this difficult.

[He can only hope he isn't being followed by the brat he's trying to avoid.]

[ooc: Tiny canonbump to inside the Temple of Martel. Kratos finally got Lloyd's name, and also scared off Botta. :D And he's pretending to be level 5 or whatever.]

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[Joke's on you, Kratos, for Lloyd steps onto the Plane while going in the opposite direction of him, so he very nearly bumps into that wall of a man. He stops himself just short of doing so, though, and he freezes and looks up at him.]

... You!

[DAMMIT. He came here to get AWAY from Kratos, not run into him again!]

[Kratos stops himself with a little more grace than Lloyd. His gaze slides down to the boy's face, and he has to take a moment to close his eyes and get a hold of himself. He doesn't want to lose his temper in front of the kid.

... But it's so hard not to. His eyes narrow behind his bangs.]

Is this important?

[God, he only just got here and he's already pissed off. This guy - Kratos, acting so high and mighty... Why did he get the job of protecting Colette? Lloyd was capable enough! And then Kratos had to rub it in his face... And actually be good at what he was doing.

Dammit. He glares before he turns his head away.]

Like I'd ever go to you for anything important.

[Kratos has been doing this for longer than you've been alive. He regards the boy with a soft tilt of his head, both eyes briefly seen. They are dark and cold-- measuring.]

Then I see no reason to waste my time.

[He sidesteps Lloyd and continues toward the forest, swallow-tailed cape trailing behind him.]

[... There he goes again, pushing every single one of Lloyd's buttons ~~all 35 of them~~. He clenches his fists, and then he whirls around to yell after Kratos, his own gaze one of fire.]

Wait a minute! What makes you think you're good enough to protect Colette?! Just because you helped us back there...!

[Why did he do that, anyway? That blow was for Lloyd, and Kratos...

And he saw his back, shadowed against the sun, and for a second he didn't even think that it was Kratos and yet that back was so familiar -

Ugh.]

Edited 2011-08-01 07:37 (UTC)

[He aims a cool glance over his shoulder.]

I am a mercenary. It's my job.

[Kratos actually seems irritated now. Lloyd is basically whining at him for no reason, and he's had enough of staring at this kid because he just-- he has the worst feeling. About all of this.]

You will never be strong enough to protect anyone if you blame others for your own weakness.

[And just when he thought Kratos couldn't piss him off anymore than he already had.

His shoulders go taut, and he takes a step forward. If it weren't for the fact that this guy was in charge of protecting Colette, Lloyd would punch him right now. But he knows he can't. He's only "tagging along".]

How would you know what kind of weaknesses I have?! You don't even know me!

[And he's not weak. He's not. He's the one everyone looks to when they need help with a physical task - he's the strongest. There's nothing weak about him.]

[Kratos doesn't even face him. He just keeps walking because... well... showing your back to an enemy is a huge insult. Cold shoulder coming right up.]

I know that I do not want to.

[... Lloyd doesn't want to admit it to himself, but that hurt. Even though he's really starting to hate the guy, it always stings when someone says they don't even want to know you.

But he lets it bounce off of him as best as he can, and instead he shrugs his shoulders a little too forcefully and shuts his eyes. He does not turn his back.]

What a coincidence, because I don't want to know you either!

[He stops. Lloyd is trying so hard to act like Kratos doesn't affect him, but he can see right through it.]

It sounds like the child needs a nap.

[Those loose hands turn into fists again, and he forces them down to his side. That certainly does not bounce off of him.]

I'm seventeen! I'm not a child! [Though he could certainly use a nap, if it meant dreaming and getting away from this person.]

... Seventeen?

[Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckmotherfuck. There's no way. There's no way this kid is who Kratos thinks—hopes—dreads he is.

He exhales slowly. His ungloved fingers rub his temple. His retort is suspiciously delayed.]

You aren't even done with school yet.

[Lloyd was just about to ask why his age even mattered until Kratos spoke again and answered the question for him. He probably had to stop and figure out if he was in school or not. Heh, figures he had to stop and count up the years. Lloyd does the same thing sometimes.

The statement, however, makes Lloyd bunch his shoulders slightly and look away.]

... So what?! I'm almost done! [Even though Raine only does so out of pity and wanting him to get out of her class already...]

[If only.]

That doesn't matter. Your behavior still leaves much to be desired. You're fortunate to be able to do anything with that kind of attitude.

[It's like a knee-jerk instinct to keep on lecturing the teen. But if he really... no, he needs more proof. He needs to know for sure. He can work on that after they finish going through the temple.]

I can do plenty of things! Just watch me. I'll take down anything that comes at us in that temple!

[Never mind that Kratos keeps KILL STEALING HIM. BITCH.]

You seem very desperate to prove yourself to someone you do not wish to know.

[Still with his back to Lloyd, too. Douche.]

I'm not desperate, I...

[He hates being called weak. Hates it, and he wants to prove to whoever calls him such that he's stronger than they think.]

... I'm not weak.

Your spirit is remarkable, but you have yet to prove yourself capable of anything.

[Kratos finally faces him, one hand on his sword. His tone is faintly exasperated.]

After the Chosen has received the oracle, go home. This is not your fight. It is not your journey. Your place is with your [the barest hesitation] family and your village.

You refuse to acknowledge the truth. That also makes you weak.

Edited 2011-08-01 09:44 (UTC)

[It's strange, really. With Kratos, he can let go and yell. Lloyd had held himself back a little in front of the temple, considering that Phaidra and Colette were there. He didn't want to lose his temper in front of them.

But they weren't here, and it was just him and Kratos. This is probably just what he needs.]

Not my fight? We had to fight a bunch of Desians who wanted to kill Colette! We watched a priest die right in front of our eyes! And you're going to stand there and tell me this isn't my fight anymore?!

[Kratos can take the abuse. Just lay it on him, he can take all of that and more. He's dead, after all. That's the only reason Yuan spared his life back then.]

That incident was unfortunate, but it changes nothing.

[His eyes narrow slightly.]

It was never your fight in the first place.

[His own eyes narrow, and he breaks eye contact to clench a fist and glare down at it.]

It is now. And you can't tell me otherwise.

[Great. He touches his fingers to his temple and sighs. For the moment, they're at an impasse. Surely there is something he can do to keep the kid out of this...]

Then this conversation is over. I refuse to waste any more words on a petulant child.

[Uuugh, Lloyd narrows his eyes in annoyance as he darts his head up to glare at Kratos instead. He's still calling him that?]

Stop calling me a child! And I couldn't care less if you want to keep talking to me or not!

[... Maybe he should ask what "petulant" means. But maybe not. Then Kratos would think he's stupid on top of being a child.]

[Is that so? Kratos walks off toward the forest, then.

He's too old for this shit.]

[Lloyd glares after him for a few seconds, because man that was rude... Before he jerks himself into a turn and stomps away, muttering "Jerk" to himself. He doesn't care. Kratos pisses him off, so of course he doesn't care.

Stupid.]

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