CHARACTERS: Zelos Wilder, anyone
SUMMARY: Enter one confused redhead.
PLACE: Outside the lifts
TIME: Day 1
WARNINGS: Will edit if required.
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Was this some kind of joke?
The question echoed through his head as he blinked once, twice, a third time, slowly and deliberately. It didn't take long for Zelos to realize that this wasn't right-- okay, no. 'Wasn't right' was being too generous. How about just plain wrong? There weren't many other ways of spelling it out.
Not only that, but his head felt like it weighed more than Regal.
He remembered, albeit vaguely, stepping out of a lift, but his every attempt at formulating a complete thought ended in a headache. Something... that Vinheim place... they were about to beat the snot out of the little twerp, Mithos. That was it. There was no way it should've taken him this long to remember. It was like thinking in slow motion.
Not cool, man. Not cool.
If he was going to figure out what happened, he'd at least need some directions.