Lloyd Irving

( Kratos wasn't there. )

[Fishing his Dreamberry out of his pocket, Lloyd tried to find his number to call. For some reason, though, the number he thought was his mentor's wasn't there. Damn it. I must have forgotten part of it.

Undeterred, he switched to a public call.]

Has anyone seen Kratos? Um, he's tall, red hair, likes to wear dark clothes. I haven't seen him in a few days and I can't find him now.

Warnings: None.
Effects: A sense of excitement and determination. (Optional.)


"The first thing you need to know," Lloyd said, lifting a finger with the confidence of someone who knew what they were talking about. "Is how to fly."

( Red like tomatoes, Lloyd? )

Lloyd stirs as the morning light hits his eyes, then yawns and rolls onto his side. The Dreamberry transmits for another few minutes, then shuts off, allowing the peaceful teen his sleep.

Warnings: Violence and death.

Metal crashed against metal in a desperate cacophony. Lloyd struggled to push Kratos's sword away, but the razor sharp edge only slid closer to his throat.

( Why...? )

[Lloyd watched the end of the "dream" with wide eyes. Was it a dream? It wasn't a memory. He remembered how that battle had gone, and it hadn't gone like that. But he didn't remember this dream. He must have forgotten it.

With a shudder he turned the Dreamberry off. He was so glad it was only a dream.]