faterecanted | [action] A glorious return

[It's probably a peaceful enough day, as Luceti goes. Maybe people are out looking through the shops. Maybe they're strolling through the plaza. Maybe they're sitting on the edge of the fountain, reading a book or having a snack.

Maybe there's a 6'2", 180 lb man in new feather pants being dropped into the fountain from a height of, oh, about 3.14 feet.

Wait, what?

Van is falling. That doesn't surprise him, it's exactly what he should be doing; except then he blinks, or thinks he does, and instead of purple and glow, there is blue sky. He has the barest of moments to register confusion over this development, and then he hits the water ass first. Shortly followed by the bottom of the fountain which, for the record, is hard. He's not feeling any better about the day he's had so far, either, now that it also includes being doused and viciously spanked by an inanimate object.

He may need a few moments to sort out what just happened to him.

Handily, that's about how long it takes for his regular clothes and journal to follow after, and land in the general vicinity of on his head and also his ruined pride. In case he needed a reminder that his boots are really heavy.]

What? [What else can a man possibly say in a situation like this?]

[Somewhat later, after he has recovered from his terrible butthurt, better remembered where this even is, and maybe picked up a change of clothes that isn't soggy, he will squelch over to his house. Oh, house 47, he barely knew you. He hopes it's still his house, because if it isn't someone's getting a terrible surprise when he barges on in through the front door and leaves puddles all the way to the laundry and shower.]

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[Good, because he needs to wring his shirt out before putting it on. There. Dark grey fabric to mid-thighs. Much more decent. His tabard looks like a sad lost cause, though, the shoulder spikes limp and crumpled.

And then he is going to walk right past her to get to the clothing store. Turns out those legs are pretty alright, too. If she wants answers to questions like "do you remember making that truce and are accordingly not going to kill us all?" and "remember that one time we lost our minds and went on a date?", then she is just going to have to tag along.]

[Following him would present its own set of problems. Finding her voice again, she'll attempt to stop him with that.]

You seem to know where you are.

[She is really not improving his day much right now.]

Yes, I know where I am. [Alright, strictly speaking, he seems to instinctually know, because the tinier details of things are not completely clear yet.]

I am also soaked, and if you wish to discuss something you will either need to accompany me, or do it later. [And yet somehow, he still sounds only half as annoyed and impatient as he might with others.]

[That's about all she needed, for now - he knows where he is, and so must remember at least a little bit of being here.]

I'd hate to interrupt you. [This is no state to find yourself in. This is no state for other people to find you in either.]

[...

He wanted to get away from her, but now he feels like there's something he needs to tell her, for his own peace of mind (which is a disturbingly familiar feeling). How did the Malnosso give this woman the power to jerk him around so very well? Because he certainly didn't hand it to her.

At least, not willingly.]

If you'd wait for me, please...

[Though he had not been less than polite before, Nephry takes notice of the "please" especially, some of the severity in her expression fading with his request.]

Of course. Name a place.