3 [On the plus side, when you come from a place where people turn into horrible monsters all the time, your coworker getting infested with space parasites isn't that weird. Zaveid's moved right past being shocked to fighting the thing. He sends fierce gusts of wind at the creature to push it back. The shimmer and snap of his weapon, small weights on the end of wires, would barely be noticeable if they didn't pack more of a punch than you'd expect. Zaveid moves them like they were extensions of his own arms.]
Shit, stay down already, would ya!? [He seems to be fighting a defensive battle, for all his strength. Almost seems like he's holding back.]
4a [Zaveid isn't normally one to let other people tell him what to do, but given the sheer absurdity of his current situation... he's decided he should at least play nice with the crew of the Eluvio. After all, they're the ones who've managed to fly this contraption through outer space. So he's put on that weird uniform of theirs. That said, the way he's got it unzipped all the way to his navel... is definitely not up to the usual dress code. He's hanging aroun the food court, picking at the stretchy fabric and frowning.]
I don't have anything against tight clothing, but did they really have to make this so... clingy? [They don't have spandex in medieval fantasy land, apparently.]
4b [When you've stared up at the night sky for 600 odd years, actually being out among the stars is pretty wild. The hangar affords a good view, since ships come in and out from there, so Zaveid can often be found down there, staring out at the blackness of space and the stars far off. Every time, a look of quiet awe is present on his face.
Or, if you keep a ship in the hangar, you might get a significantly more annoying Zaveid poking around your craft while you're doing maintenance, tugging at anything that isn't pinned down.] Man, I'll never understand how you get these things to fly, big hunks of metal like this. [He's clearly fascinated, but also definitely getting in the way.]
Zaveid | Tales of Berseria
[On the plus side, when you come from a place where people turn into horrible monsters all the time, your coworker getting infested with space parasites isn't that weird. Zaveid's moved right past being shocked to fighting the thing. He sends fierce gusts of wind at the creature to push it back. The shimmer and snap of his weapon, small weights on the end of wires, would barely be noticeable if they didn't pack more of a punch than you'd expect. Zaveid moves them like they were extensions of his own arms.]
Shit, stay down already, would ya!?
[He seems to be fighting a defensive battle, for all his strength. Almost seems like he's holding back.]
4a
[Zaveid isn't normally one to let other people tell him what to do, but given the sheer absurdity of his current situation... he's decided he should at least play nice with the crew of the Eluvio. After all, they're the ones who've managed to fly this contraption through outer space. So he's put on that weird uniform of theirs. That said, the way he's got it unzipped all the way to his navel... is definitely not up to the usual dress code. He's hanging aroun the food court, picking at the stretchy fabric and frowning.]
I don't have anything against tight clothing, but did they really have to make this so... clingy?
[They don't have spandex in medieval fantasy land, apparently.]
4b
[When you've stared up at the night sky for 600 odd years, actually being out among the stars is pretty wild. The hangar affords a good view, since ships come in and out from there, so Zaveid can often be found down there, staring out at the blackness of space and the stars far off. Every time, a look of quiet awe is present on his face.
Or, if you keep a ship in the hangar, you might get a significantly more annoying Zaveid poking around your craft while you're doing maintenance, tugging at anything that isn't pinned down.]
Man, I'll never understand how you get these things to fly, big hunks of metal like this.
[He's clearly fascinated, but also definitely getting in the way.]