[Jack sighs, sinking back more fully onto the wall and slipping down about an inch or so. The Compass is settled on his knees, the effort of holding it up really just far more trouble than it's worth at the moment, and out of the view of the camera his free hand drifts to wrap around his staff, on the ground beside him. At least that's still fairly cool between his fingertips, even if absolutely nothing else is at the moment...]
[He just frowns some more at Zelos's smirk, though he knows there's probably nothing ill-intentioned meant in the remark, or the call in general. A niggling thought somewhere in the back of his mind muses that there must be some kind of concern here, for the guy to be calling at all...but the thought's a bit difficult to hold onto long enough to really look at properly, so he just lets it slide along to some other corner of memory for now.]
Sun's not taking well to me, more like...never did anything to it, did I? Here I am just minding my own business-- [He slips down the wall another inch, huffs, blinks rapidly and pulls himself more upright again.] --this isn't...my jurisdiction, y'know, it's not--what's summer doing here? Summer isn't in the schedule. This wasn't in the schedule at all...
[It's indignant venting of a sort, or at least that's how the tone carries on, though there's a certain meandering quality--why is it so stupidly difficult to hold onto one tangent, all of a sudden?]
[Zelos wouldn't find Jack anywhere on the deck initially, coming out onto it--he'd have to look around a little bit, and look up especially. Because, as it would happen, Jack's taken residence on top of one of the entrance awnings, where a second awning above it provides a very moderate sort of shade against the sun. Not that he'd been planning to stay there for long, really--just a quick perch to take a breather, after the morning had gotten very unexpectedly stifling, and he'd been planning to go other places, honest--but somehow he just hadn't quite ever managed to get off of it...]
It sure does feel like summer, doesn't it? Who really knows, with what these guys can do. I can't tell what season it is anymore.
[Or if there even is any rhyme or reason to it all. He watches the other over the compass-- really the complete lifelessness is so not like him. Even knowing the guy for this long he could tell that much.
It's too bad he couldn't be of any complete help. All the ideas in mind were being tossed around as maybes and partial helpers rather than anything solid, and he had a feeling he'd have to coax the guy off of whatever place he's slumped against first.
Which brings him to the deck, eyes peering around casually as he walks. He doesn't bother hiding that he's looking for him, even across video.]
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if there were more of a breeze... [Trailing off on that note, his eyes spot Jack in an unlikely spot. (That pale complexion and white hair really stands out.) Honestly, though, he'd been expecting an 'unlikely spot' for this guy. It seems to be his default from what he's caught onto.
Changing his direction back that way, he'll wait until he's finally close before clicking off his compass and offering a small wave.]
Seasons don't work like this, yeah, they don't. I didn't even--out of nowhere...
[Jack trails off with a sigh; he'd been about to add something more to that, but then it's just easier to fall quiet and peer at the screen for awhile. It takes him a couple of moments to realize that Zelos's surroundings are rather familiar, and coupled with the way he's looking around--oh, he's on the deck...and looking up, over his Compass and down to the area below, confirms that well enough. Same familiar red hair, though the lack of a pink coat to clash alongside it is still a bit jarring...]
[...Ah, wait, had he said something--?]
What--? [Far too belatedly, at Zelos's comment about the lack of breezes, and by the time Jack refocuses on his Compass the other feed clocks off.]
[Blinking, he shifts the device off his knees and onto the floor, and leans forward slightly, staring down at Zelos where he stands now quite close by and waving.]
...A walk? Well--sure, I guess-- [Much as the idea of standing up feels like a daunting thing, for--some reason, no, why would it be daunting? It shouldn't be daunting at all! That's stupid--]
[But it's still harder than expected, climbing to his feet; Jack makes a good attempt at it, and the wall's good for some support, but he only manages to achieve a low crouch for a moment, doubling over for a moment as the vertigo hits sudden and entirely unexpected: a sort of nausea he hasn't had to deal with for decades...]
[Alright, no, no more doubling over, stop that there's an audience here--with a deep breath, Jack fumbles around for his Compass, pockets that, fumbles around for his staff, finds that, and the cool wood is somewhat bracing to grip on, lessens the ache-coming-from-everywhere a bit. And every bit counts.]
...Hold on... [He doesn't look down to where Zelos is standing--for no reason in particular (though peripheral thoughts are apprehensive about what sort of expression might be on the guy's face, somehow)--instead focusing on...okay, a staff's good for leaning on a bit, and he can straighten and pull upright now, just so--]
[Man, after this, getting down from the awning surely shouldn't be too difficult...]
[Zelos is quiet for a good moment at the start. Enough to give Jack a nice chance to get things together and hop down. But things don't go as smoothly as that, and he's left watching the poor guy deal with who knows what sort of feelings that come with this whole... elemental business. Weather business. Whatever anyone wanted to call it.
He rests his right hand on his hip now, watching for just a bit longer-- long enough for Jack to grab his staff at least-- before commenting in that rude way he does.]
Man... You're really beat, huh? [As if this is some revelation he hadn't had until now, and not some terribly obvious thing since before they'd even spoken in person today. With a light teasing that he hopes doesn't come across too harsh, he continues.]
Come on, it'll be worth it. Or do I have to carry you there? [He even snickers a little at his own joking around, holding out his arms now to imitate the motion.]
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[Jack sighs, sinking back more fully onto the wall and slipping down about an inch or so. The Compass is settled on his knees, the effort of holding it up really just far more trouble than it's worth at the moment, and out of the view of the camera his free hand drifts to wrap around his staff, on the ground beside him. At least that's still fairly cool between his fingertips, even if absolutely nothing else is at the moment...]
[He just frowns some more at Zelos's smirk, though he knows there's probably nothing ill-intentioned meant in the remark, or the call in general. A niggling thought somewhere in the back of his mind muses that there must be some kind of concern here, for the guy to be calling at all...but the thought's a bit difficult to hold onto long enough to really look at properly, so he just lets it slide along to some other corner of memory for now.]
Sun's not taking well to me, more like...never did anything to it, did I? Here I am just minding my own business-- [He slips down the wall another inch, huffs, blinks rapidly and pulls himself more upright again.] --this isn't...my jurisdiction, y'know, it's not--what's summer doing here? Summer isn't in the schedule. This wasn't in the schedule at all...
[It's indignant venting of a sort, or at least that's how the tone carries on, though there's a certain meandering quality--why is it so stupidly difficult to hold onto one tangent, all of a sudden?]
[Zelos wouldn't find Jack anywhere on the deck initially, coming out onto it--he'd have to look around a little bit, and look up especially. Because, as it would happen, Jack's taken residence on top of one of the entrance awnings, where a second awning above it provides a very moderate sort of shade against the sun. Not that he'd been planning to stay there for long, really--just a quick perch to take a breather, after the morning had gotten very unexpectedly stifling, and he'd been planning to go other places, honest--but somehow he just hadn't quite ever managed to get off of it...]
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[Or if there even is any rhyme or reason to it all. He watches the other over the compass-- really the complete lifelessness is so not like him. Even knowing the guy for this long he could tell that much.
It's too bad he couldn't be of any complete help. All the ideas in mind were being tossed around as maybes and partial helpers rather than anything solid, and he had a feeling he'd have to coax the guy off of whatever place he's slumped against first.
Which brings him to the deck, eyes peering around casually as he walks. He doesn't bother hiding that he's looking for him, even across video.]
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if there were more of a breeze... [Trailing off on that note, his eyes spot Jack in an unlikely spot. (That pale complexion and white hair really stands out.) Honestly, though, he'd been expecting an 'unlikely spot' for this guy. It seems to be his default from what he's caught onto.
Changing his direction back that way, he'll wait until he's finally close before clicking off his compass and offering a small wave.]
Mind going for a short walk?
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[Jack trails off with a sigh; he'd been about to add something more to that, but then it's just easier to fall quiet and peer at the screen for awhile. It takes him a couple of moments to realize that Zelos's surroundings are rather familiar, and coupled with the way he's looking around--oh, he's on the deck...and looking up, over his Compass and down to the area below, confirms that well enough. Same familiar red hair, though the lack of a pink coat to clash alongside it is still a bit jarring...]
[...Ah, wait, had he said something--?]
What--? [Far too belatedly, at Zelos's comment about the lack of breezes, and by the time Jack refocuses on his Compass the other feed clocks off.]
[Blinking, he shifts the device off his knees and onto the floor, and leans forward slightly, staring down at Zelos where he stands now quite close by and waving.]
...A walk? Well--sure, I guess-- [Much as the idea of standing up feels like a daunting thing, for--some reason, no, why would it be daunting? It shouldn't be daunting at all! That's stupid--]
[But it's still harder than expected, climbing to his feet; Jack makes a good attempt at it, and the wall's good for some support, but he only manages to achieve a low crouch for a moment, doubling over for a moment as the vertigo hits sudden and entirely unexpected: a sort of nausea he hasn't had to deal with for decades...]
[Alright, no, no more doubling over, stop that there's an audience here--with a deep breath, Jack fumbles around for his Compass, pockets that, fumbles around for his staff, finds that, and the cool wood is somewhat bracing to grip on, lessens the ache-coming-from-everywhere a bit. And every bit counts.]
...Hold on... [He doesn't look down to where Zelos is standing--for no reason in particular (though peripheral thoughts are apprehensive about what sort of expression might be on the guy's face, somehow)--instead focusing on...okay, a staff's good for leaning on a bit, and he can straighten and pull upright now, just so--]
[Man, after this, getting down from the awning surely shouldn't be too difficult...]
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He rests his right hand on his hip now, watching for just a bit longer-- long enough for Jack to grab his staff at least-- before commenting in that rude way he does.]
Man... You're really beat, huh? [As if this is some revelation he hadn't had until now, and not some terribly obvious thing since before they'd even spoken in person today. With a light teasing that he hopes doesn't come across too harsh, he continues.]
Come on, it'll be worth it. Or do I have to carry you there? [He even snickers a little at his own joking around, holding out his arms now to imitate the motion.]