[ Chairs. That's a good point since there's a couple armchairs that are also quite suitable to what Aglaea is describing just a few feet away. He'll have to look at those in a second since his attention is pulled towards what she describes of Okhema's baths.
The very topic he was about to ask about, curious as he is to know more beyond what plans she's already shared when it comes to creating a space much like them in Panorama. A sight he might've been able to see under different circumstances, though a short laugh leaves him at the mention of crumbs being a problem, what with that being easy to picture - and something he would've found an issue.
He's about to say as much though Aglaea moves abruptly and Sunday finds himself pulled out of the way with a small noise of surprise. The 'why' quickly becomes clear when he startles at the crash not a second later complete with the feathers on his wings standing out in another indicator of that alarm which takes him a moment to smooth away. ]
I— I'm fine. Are you? [ Asked with genuine worry though she seems to be even as he turns to her once he's recovered, and then looks to the wedding party. ] It seems things have escalated considerably.
[ He's got more to add to that than confirming the obvious based on what just happened, since now Sunday can't help a sharp inhale as the maid of honor draws her arm back and punches the bridesmaid who'd been angry seconds ago. ]
I believe that chair was meant for someone else since the wedding has... not continued.
[ Thank goodness the Hero's Baths are hers to maintain crumb free!
She nods, rather confidently, about her status. The most fine, knowing that Sunday is also alright! And another, somewhat more defined nod as he observes the suddenly very aggressive nature of the party they're now mixed into. ]
I'm unsure what any of this is "meant" for, to be frank. [ Considering none of it has a single emotion to the threads. It's actually a bit frustrating, considering they are now in apparent danger of the guests at the party. ]
Sunday, I must ask: is this what I should be expecting of these diffusion zones? Or would you wager this is somewhat out of the ordinary? A wedding turned gladiatorial prowess is a bit more than I was anticipating compared to the two other, short excursions I have had, which I understand is a fairly poor pattern to build on.
[ She draws her head back slightly as a fork flings past. There's a gargling sound somewhere else. Probably better not to look too hard in that direction. ] And, perhaps, another question: whether it is better to resolve these things or let them play out.
[ That is a question which really does deserve an answer. For either one, really, since as Aglaea wonders what this is meant for Sunday cannot help but wonder that at this moment when this particular diffusion zone is... well, different to those he's explored before.
For one, if anyone was getting attacked by something it tended to be him with only one opponent and not an entire group - aside from the run in with the gnomes he's now recalling also happened. A complete wedding party is a new one, however, so Sunday offers something that's half laugh, half anxious exhale into a sound which isn't fully either.
Which explains nothing, and so - ]
I... have not run into this sort of situation so far, though there have been some dangers. [ A good start to admissions, but not enough of an explanation either. ] Nothing unmanageable and more often than not, the places I've walked into seem to be deserted. Almost as if those who were there either left it suddenly or left it some ages ago depending on the state of what objects or scenery were left behind, but.
[ One pause for him to grimace and then he continues. This time with an apologetic tone which should've been there from the start, most likely. ]
This is quite out of the ordinary for me, too, Miss Aglaea. I was hoping this would be a case of one of those abandoned sites, and not - [ as another distinct noise suggesting what's happening interrupts while Sunday decidedly doesn't look that way - ] what's happening here. It might be best if we retreated back to somewhere else.
[ Aglaea nods, quietly listening to Sunday explain himself and his experiences in the Diffusion zones. Unfortunately for her, she can't really look away from any of this as her threads are now entangled in the abruptly violent skirmish. If she keeps her unseeing eyes resolute on Sunday, hopefully he is not accidentally inclined to turn his head.
It's difficult, though. A voice screams show me the beauty of battle!, another that says let me see those beautiful muscles! with glee, and a woman who yells I am a golden god! It's a mixture of rage and glee that spurs these wedding pugilists on. You know, this turning into a JoJo reference. Anyway...
Aglaea is ignoring that, because she doesn't get the reference. She even draws a hand over her ear because it's really quite noisy, and it disturbs her delicate eardrums. She nods at last. ] I think that would be the most advisable course of action.
Here, [ her hand reaches out and a glimmer of her threads manifest, coiling around the leg of a table. She quickly draws it toward them – it's a modest size. ] Please take this to protect your core and head as we exit. I should be able to anticipate any oncoming threats with my Golden Threads for myself, but I fear I am unable to split my focus for you, Sunday.
[ The glimmer catches his attention as it appears and then the table is drawn closer, as Sunday makes no attempt to hide watching with interest as it moves.
And Aglaea has certainly thought of something he hadn't, possibly betraying his continued lack of combat experience even with what he's mentioned uncovering in the diffusion zones. The table proves to be an adequate shield when it's next a rather pointed high heel which comes flying their way. Dangerous, but still not something he'd like to be hit with when his own SPD proves to be slightly faster.
It hits the table instead as he tilts it to deflect it, and then holds it up with a nod to Aglaea. ]
Thank you. That was quick thinking on your part and I'll do my best to make good use of it.
[ The absolute least he can do is cover them so that Aglaea doesn't have to handle it entirely or split her focus at all... assuming he can uphold this promise.
The first test comes when a scream precedes some crashing coming from the front. Something else sails by them with the aim thankfully too wide as he doesn't catch what it is, but it'll make getting back to the banquet area more interesting even if it's not far. ]
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The very topic he was about to ask about, curious as he is to know more beyond what plans she's already shared when it comes to creating a space much like them in Panorama. A sight he might've been able to see under different circumstances, though a short laugh leaves him at the mention of crumbs being a problem, what with that being easy to picture - and something he would've found an issue.
He's about to say as much though Aglaea moves abruptly and Sunday finds himself pulled out of the way with a small noise of surprise. The 'why' quickly becomes clear when he startles at the crash not a second later complete with the feathers on his wings standing out in another indicator of that alarm which takes him a moment to smooth away. ]
I— I'm fine. Are you? [ Asked with genuine worry though she seems to be even as he turns to her once he's recovered, and then looks to the wedding party. ] It seems things have escalated considerably.
[ He's got more to add to that than confirming the obvious based on what just happened, since now Sunday can't help a sharp inhale as the maid of honor draws her arm back and punches the bridesmaid who'd been angry seconds ago. ]
I believe that chair was meant for someone else since the wedding has... not continued.
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She nods, rather confidently, about her status. The most fine, knowing that Sunday is also alright! And another, somewhat more defined nod as he observes the suddenly very aggressive nature of the party they're now mixed into. ]
I'm unsure what any of this is "meant" for, to be frank. [ Considering none of it has a single emotion to the threads. It's actually a bit frustrating, considering they are now in apparent danger of the guests at the party. ]
Sunday, I must ask: is this what I should be expecting of these diffusion zones? Or would you wager this is somewhat out of the ordinary? A wedding turned gladiatorial prowess is a bit more than I was anticipating compared to the two other, short excursions I have had, which I understand is a fairly poor pattern to build on.
[ She draws her head back slightly as a fork flings past. There's a gargling sound somewhere else. Probably better not to look too hard in that direction. ] And, perhaps, another question: whether it is better to resolve these things or let them play out.
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For one, if anyone was getting attacked by something it tended to be him with only one opponent and not an entire group - aside from the run in with the gnomes he's now recalling also happened. A complete wedding party is a new one, however, so Sunday offers something that's half laugh, half anxious exhale into a sound which isn't fully either.
Which explains nothing, and so - ]
I... have not run into this sort of situation so far, though there have been some dangers. [ A good start to admissions, but not enough of an explanation either. ] Nothing unmanageable and more often than not, the places I've walked into seem to be deserted. Almost as if those who were there either left it suddenly or left it some ages ago depending on the state of what objects or scenery were left behind, but.
[ One pause for him to grimace and then he continues. This time with an apologetic tone which should've been there from the start, most likely. ]
This is quite out of the ordinary for me, too, Miss Aglaea. I was hoping this would be a case of one of those abandoned sites, and not - [ as another distinct noise suggesting what's happening interrupts while Sunday decidedly doesn't look that way - ] what's happening here. It might be best if we retreated back to somewhere else.
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It's difficult, though. A voice screams show me the beauty of battle!, another that says let me see those beautiful muscles! with glee, and a woman who yells I am a golden god! It's a mixture of rage and glee that spurs these wedding pugilists on. You know, this turning into a JoJo reference. Anyway...
Aglaea is ignoring that, because she doesn't get the reference. She even draws a hand over her ear because it's really quite noisy, and it disturbs her delicate eardrums. She nods at last. ] I think that would be the most advisable course of action.
Here, [ her hand reaches out and a glimmer of her threads manifest, coiling around the leg of a table. She quickly draws it toward them – it's a modest size. ] Please take this to protect your core and head as we exit. I should be able to anticipate any oncoming threats with my Golden Threads for myself, but I fear I am unable to split my focus for you, Sunday.
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And Aglaea has certainly thought of something he hadn't, possibly betraying his continued lack of combat experience even with what he's mentioned uncovering in the diffusion zones. The table proves to be an adequate shield when it's next a rather pointed high heel which comes flying their way. Dangerous, but still not something he'd like to be hit with when his own SPD proves to be slightly faster.
It hits the table instead as he tilts it to deflect it, and then holds it up with a nod to Aglaea. ]
Thank you. That was quick thinking on your part and I'll do my best to make good use of it.
[ The absolute least he can do is cover them so that Aglaea doesn't have to handle it entirely or split her focus at all... assuming he can uphold this promise.
The first test comes when a scream precedes some crashing coming from the front. Something else sails by them with the aim thankfully too wide as he doesn't catch what it is, but it'll make getting back to the banquet area more interesting even if it's not far. ]