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sixthiterationlogs2018-10-31 09:19 pm
awall) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2018-10-31 09:19 pm
here he comes [ squall and 3 open threads ]
WHO: Squall Leonhart
WHERE: South Village (fountain, then inn, then house 16)
WHEN: Oct. 31st (morning, late morning, early afternoon)
OPEN TO: Any!
WARNINGS: None now!
WHERE: South Village (fountain, then inn, then house 16)
WHEN: Oct. 31st (morning, late morning, early afternoon)
OPEN TO: Any!
WARNINGS: None now!
Fountain Foundation / Morning
Water. Again.
At first, Squall could only register that annoyance. He was taken out of his familiar settings again and tossed into water again. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. His actions were mechanical at first, and he refused to think about the consequences of this new setting. He had to swim towards the light. He had to pull himself out of the wet fountain to the cold fall air. He had to search in the backpack for a coat.
But once his immediate survival was secure, he looked around himself with a little more interior trepidation. It didn’t look like a dangerous landscape, but that was about the only good mark. He didn’t have his gunblade or his clothes…or Griever.
It was when he noticed the loss of his necklace that he really paid attention to his magenta clothes. They were far from his normal blacks and greys, and he didn’t like them at all. Nor did he have a good feeling about the device around his wrist that he couldn’t remove.
But with typical determination, he leaned back on his heels, crouched, and stared at the buildings and the cornfield.
Well, Leonheart. What’s it going to be this time? he thought to himself, trying to keep his thoughts away from his friends and family. He had to understand his surroundings. Then he could worry about where they were…and whether he would see them again.
When he noticed someone nearing the fountain, he rose to his feet and made eye contact—he should probably say something, but verbalizing wasn’t his strong suit, even now.
INNformation / Late Morning
An important job for both SeeD and…whatever he was in Traverse Town and Hollow Bastian…was information gathering. A mercenary and a member of a restoration committee could not succeed without having as many details as possible.
Thankfully, the first step for information was not very many steps. He went into the hotel—inn—and looked through the Public Records. Things that had happened, people and what they could do…
It was a lot of information to take in. It reminded him of the SeeD classroom, with lesson after lesson after lesson. Still, it would take him more than one reading to remember this without knowing more context.
He leaned back against the wall and rubbed his forehead. No sign of his comrades. No sign of anyone he had even heard of. Hyne, this is starting all over again.
House Hunting / Early Afternoon
Squall knew he could stay at the Inn, but he didn’t entertain that thought very long. He was prepared to make relationships and form those teams to do good with this village, but it was something completely different to want to live right next door to someone he didn’t know.
A part of him was also drawn to something a little…larger. Nothing would be as large and well designed as Garden, and he didn’t really mind not being in charge of that, but the house in Traverse Town wasn’t big enough. Merlin’s house was a much better base, roomier, and he wanted to find something that could be like that again. He wanted not just a place to sleep, but a place his team could meet.
Not that he had a team, but sooner or later, he would have one. It would be difficult and depressing at first, because he could never replace his friends, but this wasn’t about replacing them. It certainly wasn’t about forgetting them.
He didn’t wander far to choose a house that seemed abandoned, judging from all the dust. Keeping the door open, he started to sort through all the rooms to check for any problems.
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"Abnormals?" Now that was a term that was totally knew it Squall. "Abnormal monsters or humans or something else...?" After all, there were several sentient species on the worlds he was familiar with.
He didn't even think that this would be uncomfortable for a conversation, other than he was never the best at conversation. But he was curious at things he might have to fight.
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"A little bit of everything," she says, shrugging. She'd never really thought about the use of the term until this place. "Anything beyond what most consider normal and would likely attack or shun if they knew the truth. Those out of time, out of place, that live among basic humans and hope they don't get killed for it. Some can't hide though, and so we offer them a place to live their lives in peace. Hence the name."
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He never thought that bringing in abnormals was a term for anything other than elimination. He was surprised that the Sanctuary was actually a sanctuary, but it was good to hear. There were a lot of creatures that were abused simply for what they were.
"I see. You must have a lot of training." Of all sorts.
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Ashley chuckles at that and nods. "Oh yeah, definitely a lot. Hand to hand and weapons. Some studies and research. Lots of physical training though. My mom was the academic in our family. Guess the same could be said for you though."
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He nodded. "Ever since I could remember I was at Garden." So, yes, he had been training in all his mercenary skills for over a decate. "It does sound like a similar set of skills."
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"Seems to be a lot of us, you know? Trained with certain skill sets. Military, mercenaries, specially trained enforcers. Makes you wonder what enemy those behind this place has that they think they need all of that to guard this place. Not that they've given us the fire power to do so."