victory_road | Arrival; [Video]

The gear's feed flickers in to a rather disheveled looking redhead that clearly doesn't want to be doing this. Because goddess and all the saints, he does not want to be doing this. Asking for help is already a task. Asking for help within a brand new world he cannot even begin to comprehend? Nightmare scenario. He's clearly lost and disoriented, and there's music and a fire pony following him around. Really, the only good thing is the fire pony- ponyta- whatever.

"Okay, don't know what this is, where this is going, or who's on the other end, but I can read instructions well enough to get to this point. Hi, Sylvain here, no clue where I am besides a very unhelpful 'New Bark Town' sign a few paces back, and I found a horse on fire. A baby horse, err, or maybe a pony. So... help? Maybe? I'm not even sure what I'm asking here."

And the apparent cause of how much of a mess his red locks are becomes obvious as he sweeps a hand through it again like a nervous tick. Behind him, the camera is panned just enough for a ponyta to be seen running obviously bored laps back and forth. They're pretty clearly at the edge of town, the buildings of New Bark still somewhat visible. Sylvain didn't make it very far...

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So a rat, and a curtseying... cat? Sylvain's not sure what to call it, but it is cute, and the fact that it does something as human as curtsey is interesting to say the least. The little creature called Silkie gets a small wave from Sylvain.

"Look at you making so many friends," Sylvain teases, gaze shifting from the gear and up to the sky when he hears a sound. Nearing the edge of New Bark Town, he spots what he thinks is the bird he's meant to be looking out for... carrying a lot of something.

"Your Majesty," he says, tone amused, bordering on incredulous, watching this poor bird flap towards him overburdened. "I'm one guy. How much food did you order?"

"I thought you would be famished," Dimitri says simply, like this is the most simple and straightforward thing in the world. "It is winter, and you and your companion need food. It will take us some time to get there, after all... Oh, and Felix will likely reach you first."

So it just makes sense, really, which clearly shows on Dimitri's face as he picks up the Gear to get going. He'll stay on the line all the way to New Bark, of course.

He is hungry to some extent. Or he should be, logically. It's been a long day here, and had been a long day back home in Fodlan. Maybe the whole dimensional travel has thrown him off, or just plain anxiety... or maybe Dimitri just ordered too much because there's no way Sylvain thinks he could eat all of this no matter any of the circumstances.

"I hope you're bringing a big appetite too. I'm hungry enough for one. Ah, hang on-" There's a bit of shuffling about as Sylvain tries to figure out where to put his gear so the delivery Starly can hand off the food. He settles for very carefully balancing it on Bonnie's back, which gives Dimitri a lovely view of the empty sky for a moment.

When he picks it back up, coming into frame, Sylvain is laden with enough food containers for all three of them.

"Guess I should make a little picnic, huh?"

In the time that it takes for Sylvain to pick the Gear back up again, Dimitri is clearly already making a run down the street with his Gear kept as steady as possible so that it isn't bouncing. He wouldn't want to make Sylvain feel sick before he could even eat!

The sound of his voice draws Dimitri's attention again, and he smiles a bit. "It is not the most ideal of seasons for a picnic... but perhaps it would be nice regardless. I will be glad to help you finish it all off when I get there. It is something we have not gotten to do in some time, isn't it?" At least... not from Sylvain's point of view.

That's fine, Dimitri's fine. He'll just ignore that pang in his chest.

"Hey, snow picnics are perfectly acceptable." He says, as if he's making some kind of valid point. As if it also isn't extremely Faerghan of him to even suggest such a thing as voluntarily eating lunch in the snow.

"Yeah, probably not since we were little kids." He's oblivious to anything otherwise, sorry Dimitri.

"I suppose, but a nice roaring fire to contrast with the chill would make it better..." Yes, this is very Faerghan of them. It's fine. Probably.

Not Sylvain can remember something like that... Dimitri feels a slight longing in his chest thinking of time a rough year ago, as spring was sprouting across Johto. This year, he will surely do the same for Sylvain again.

"We will have to change that," he says quietly. "Sylvain... I missed you for a long time. Before coming here, even. Five years... was more than enough to show my folly to me." And there's the shift of lighting as he steps into the Pokecenter.

Sylvain lets Dimitri go on, and feels a smile gracing his lips. For Sylvain, he's been through this. He's seen the remorse and loss and grieving through to the end of the war. Missing old friends, wondering if they're even alive. How he and Felix and Ingrid had all held onto the hope that surely their dearest friend could not be dead for nearly five years. This also means perhaps Dimitri isn't from as far along as he is. A strange concept, but finding multiple people with this same dilemma has informed it's just a thing that happens.

But he's alright with assuring Dimitri it'd been mutual.

"I missed you too, big guy. And there's no need for the self-blame. I understand. I've understood for a while. I'm just happy to see you're alright. It's all I wanted for years."

Being called such fond names again... It makes Dimitri's heart ache a little bit. He really cannot wait to see Sylvain again, after all this time. It will be good to see him in person, see him smile again.

But first, he has to get there.

"We want you to be happy as well, Sylvain," Dimitri says, pausing as he looks over the terminal for the warp pad. "I will be going through a warp pad right now - teleportation - but I will be soon right on Felix's heels. So... We will see each other again." Still, he has to pause, just a moment. "I know that Felix has a monopoly on all your time, Sylvain, but... I would like it if we, too, could spend some time together. It has felt.. far too long since we have been able to enjoy each other's company properly."

He knows. He's never really doubted that his friends have wanted him to be happy. That part hasn't been the issue. It's always been with himself. The sentiment is still enough to make his smile soften.

"Felix can only handle so much of me," he teases. "I'd like to spend time with you too. I missed you for a lot of years, and then the war, and you were- uh," what's a more gentle way of putting this other than bloodthirsty and slabbering for revenge? "-kinda antisocial for a bit."

Yeah, that's good.

"Since there's horse-ish creatures here. We should go leisure riding again, like when we were kids."

"I was nothing but a wretched inhuman thing," Dimitri corrects him, gently, although he knows there is a risk of one of the others overhearing this and interjecting. Still, he doesn't want Sylvain to feel as though he has to step delicately around the matter.

Wasn't it true, in the end?

"At any rate, I will call you back in a moment after I have gone through the warp, and possibly once I am up in the air. Do enjoy the food, won't you? There are so many wonderful foods here, and the people here want for little when it comes to choice."

Arrival; [Video]

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