Tales of Symphonia, idiot seraphim deux

((A/N: Ahoy, mateys!

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Untitled Sorrow: And Yay to you, my friend.

Katandshadow: Didn't your boyfriend go trick or treating as Kratos too? OMG, that's so creepy!

Oh, I love this chapter! Heeheeh!))


Chapter seven.

Zelos tried his hardest to find a clue, but it was in vain. So after ten minutes of pointless wandering and being hypnotised by bright lights, he exited the casino again.

"What's with the guilty faces?" he asked, when he saw Yuan and Kratos waiting for him. Mithos had joined them again too.

"Well…" Kratos began, looking at the floor.

"Kratos gambled away all our money!" Yuan shouted.

"What? But how?" Zelos stuttered.

"All I did was blink, and suddenly Kratos had somehow teleported himself inside the casino. By the time I got inside to drag him away by his ear, he had already spent our last money." Yuan glared at Kratos.

"What? But that must've taken you like… thirty seconds." Zelos said dumbstruck.

"Kratos is incredibly fast when it comes down to slotmachines." Yuan explained.

"But… all our money?"

"All of it."

"Now how are you we going to eat? And stay at inns?" Zelos asked desperately.

"Maybe we can sell Mithos off as a slave. He won't be worth much though." Yuan grinned.

"Maybe Yuan can beg people for spare change! He sure looks like a hobo!" Mithos retorted.

"Do you two ever stop arguing?" Zelos asked.

"Not even when we're sleeping." Mithos shrugged.

"Well, anyway… Since I didn't find any clues in the casino, Lloyd probably disappeared somewhere between Sybak and Altamira. What are we going to do now?"

"Oh, I know where we can go! But it's on the other side of the ocean…" Mithos said slowly.

"How do you suppose we get there?" Zelos inquired.

"I might be able to change the washtubs's engines, so they divert from their original course." Mithos pondered.

"I am not getting in the same washtub with you again!" Zelos said quickly.

"Me neither!" Kratos stepped back.

"I'd rather fling myself off the tower of salvation!" Yuan said appalled.


After a long argument, the guys decided that Mithos should just have his own washtub, while Yuan, Kratos and Zelos got in the other. One long ride later, the gang was wandering the cold streets of Flanoir.

"So… let me get this straight. We went all the way to Flanoir, so you could get an icecream?" Yuan asked.

"Yup." Mithos responded, licking a large icecream cone he'd bought with some spare change he still had in his pocket.

"We took a twenty hour detour, so you could get an icecream?" Yuan asked again.

"Uh… Yes." Mithos said in a how-can-you-be-so-thick way.

"Okay. Just making sure."

"So now what do we do?" Zelos asked.

"Psst…" said a voice.

"Eh?" the gang looked around, and saw a suspicious looking man wearing a long coat beckoning them over. Ignoring everything their mother's had taught them, they immediately went to investigate.

"Want to buy some exspheres? They're excellent quality." The suspicious man whispered.

"Have we met before?" Kratos asked.

"No! It wasn't me!"

"Yes it was! You're Abyssion, one of the most notorious people of the Tethe'alla underworld." Kratos said.

"Shhhh, not so loud!" Abyssion looked around wildly, to see if anyone had heard.

"Abyssion here knows pretty much everything about... anything." Kratos continued, not bothering to keep his voice down.

"Oh! Do you know anything about Lloyd?" Zelos asked.

"Lloyd who?" Abyssion asked.

"Lloyd Irving, president of the Mana company. He went missing a few days ago."

"Missing celebrity eh? Well, I know someone who might know where he is. I'm not saying she does, I'm just saying she might." Abyssion said nodding.

"Who?"

"I'll tell you for five thousand gald."

"Hmm... interesting. I have a different proposition however. You tell us the name and where we can find her, and we won't rat you out to that police officer over there." Zelos said, pointing to a large police officer who was just passing by. He looked like he could easily beat up a creep such as Abyssion. Abyssion himself, noticed that too.

"Deal!" he said quickly. "The fortune teller in Triet is quickly capable when it comes down to locating people. You can ask her."

"Why didn't we think of that?" Zelos exclaimed, slamming his forehead with the palm of his hand.

"Because you're idiots." Abyssion said. He regretted making that remark however, when he was being chased down the streets of Flanoir by a police officer.


((Don't you just love the way I portrayed Abyssion? I do! He's such a shady character.))