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[ninthcompanion]

[ @exsphcre | Continued ]

Kratos had made it abundantly clear that he should not be snuck up on at any point in time - unless the sneaker wanted a blade to their throats. He’d heard it said that it was impossible to sneak up on him, had even overheard that his senses were too good and that he heard everything.

That was a bare-faced lie. When he was on guard, perhaps it was true there was little that could surprise him. When he wasn’t? Well, he luckily had very good reflexes.

None of that was any good to him here.

He knew Lloyd was nearby, he’d heard the boy rustling. But then Lloyd had been surprisingly still, probably fallen asleep, and while Kratos’ attention had been on the small carving in his hands, the words had slipped out.

And of course, Lloyd was still there, and not sleeping at all.

It was only years of experience that prevented him jumping.

“Oh, Lloyd, I do apologise if I disturbed you.”

[what-you-must-do]

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— Geh. He’d been caught. He didn’t hold anything against Regal in terms of kindness, of who he was— No, if anything, he was almost like the older brother, or perhaps father, figure he’d had, but never really— had. But, being given out to – he wasn’t particularly fond of that, either.

“R-Regal—!”

He was supposed to be resting. As high-energied as Lloyd was, even he should understand the importance of resting while sick.

“Go back to bed, Lloyd.” He was firm, but not angry. “The more you rest the sooner you will recover. For now the other can handle the fighting.”

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“Don’t worry, there’s still time for him yet..”

Her tone was as irritated as usual when talking about that particular red-headed ally, expression pulled into a scowl at the thought of him, displacing the slight concern she wore not a moment ago. Perhaps she had been far too brash with her words, spoken without thinking as was the norm. Anyone else and it wouldn’t have been a problem, but Lloyd... He was... He didn’t think like that.

The shinobi’s eyes closed momentarily, a pronounced huff pushing past her thinned lips as arms came to fold affront her form so naturally. “Anyway, all I’m sayin’ is that sometimes it’s better to wait it out, you get me?” After a while, amber eyes reopened and focused on the swordsman. “I know you get excited sometimes but you really need to learn to put yourself first, Lloyd.”

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Half-lidded blue eyes watched the red-clad teen attempt to smile and brush off the question. Yet, the red-head wasn’t convinced. Out of all people, he didn’t expect Lloyd to be pulling a Colette, but perhaps because of the sudden new weighty responsibility as unofficial leader of the group. Lloyd felt that he needed to keep a strong front.

Zelos’ expression eventually gave away to a careless laugh, his lips curling upward and his eyes closing in amusement. “ Yeah? ”

            “ You’re as bad as Colette. ”

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New World

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It had been almost two years since the two worlds had become one again. Lady Istara had taken down the barrier around Alfheim, and after all the chaos the past year, her mother had been elected as the Mayor of the village. Lara was really happy that everyone trusted her mother so much, trusted both of them. But she had issues of her own that she needed to start dealing with.

Another demon attack had left her with no voice. She had lied to the others by writing on a pad of paper that her loss of voice was only temporary, but she doubted it. Like her other symptoms, this would likely persist for the rest of her life.

As a hunter, being unable to speak had perks, and it was also a curse. She could no longer talk to Carbuncle, and instead had to communicate with him through gestures. It had taken some getting used to, but she was managing. Her mother was even more concerned about it than she was. But Lara wasn’t going to let it stop her from living her life.

She would be nineteen soon, and if ever she was going to get the chance to travel the world, now would be the time.

So she was out hunting, gathering herbs and other supplies she might have need of in her travels. Eventually she climbed up a tree to gather some fresh fruit when she heard footsteps. Chocolate brown eyes blinked as she looked toward the ground, seeing a teen her age passing through the woods.

It wasn’t unusual to see travelers, but she rarely saw anyone he own age traveling through these parts. That had her curiosity piqued. Stuffing the fruits in her pack, she tied the top closed firmly before she slid backwards on the branch.

She’d have made herself known by calling out if she could, but that was no longer possible. So instead, she had to settled for falling in the boy’s path.