"I wish it was as simple as being crazy," Nida mumbled, mostly to himself.
Still, he could see the moment Seifer put it together, and he waited. Could see the fight or flight kicking in. Honestly, he expected flight, but he was willing to be patient. And when Seifer went inside he found himself breathing a sigh of relief. Inside himself he flicked the lights on, grateful once again for the electricity, and immediately divested himself of coat and boots. That might make Seifer feel more comfortable, because it's not like Nida could easily chase him like this. It would take time to put on shoes.
"Yeah, Garden. My name's Nida. You probably don't remember me, though. I wasn't the most recognized student before everything happened. I wasn't a Squall Leonhart or a Seifer Almasy sort of visible. Not even a Zell."
Because that tattoo was memorable. With that thought making him smirk Nida moved to take up a seat at the far side of the living room, another quiet reassurance that he wouldn't trap the knight here. Mercenary training, whether you made the elite or not, involved a lot of tactical things. Which meant a lot of posturing. He wondered if Seifer would even reason this out. The best seat in the room was one that allowed you both a view of the front door, but also had your back more or less to a wall so no one could come up behind you. Nida deliberately didn't choose that spot. Instead he sat on the couch, which put him further from the door, put his back toward the dining room and kitchen beyond, and left space for Seifer to be able to watch things. For a mercenary, that mattered. For someone like Seifer he thought it might matter even more.
"I can't say whether you're completely sane or not, but this place? It's real. I arrived here a week ago myself. Appeared in that damn fountain, swam my way out. A resident found me and offered me shelter. People just do that, sometimes. From what I understand this place has been here for a while, some people more than two years. Some of us days or weeks. We don't know how we come to be here. We don't know how to go back. But we're stuck here in a low tech place, none of our powers or weapons or anything like that, and we... well, we try and survive. The mice, from what I understand, aren't exactly normal though."
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Still, he could see the moment Seifer put it together, and he waited. Could see the fight or flight kicking in. Honestly, he expected flight, but he was willing to be patient. And when Seifer went inside he found himself breathing a sigh of relief. Inside himself he flicked the lights on, grateful once again for the electricity, and immediately divested himself of coat and boots. That might make Seifer feel more comfortable, because it's not like Nida could easily chase him like this. It would take time to put on shoes.
"Yeah, Garden. My name's Nida. You probably don't remember me, though. I wasn't the most recognized student before everything happened. I wasn't a Squall Leonhart or a Seifer Almasy sort of visible. Not even a Zell."
Because that tattoo was memorable. With that thought making him smirk Nida moved to take up a seat at the far side of the living room, another quiet reassurance that he wouldn't trap the knight here. Mercenary training, whether you made the elite or not, involved a lot of tactical things. Which meant a lot of posturing. He wondered if Seifer would even reason this out. The best seat in the room was one that allowed you both a view of the front door, but also had your back more or less to a wall so no one could come up behind you. Nida deliberately didn't choose that spot. Instead he sat on the couch, which put him further from the door, put his back toward the dining room and kitchen beyond, and left space for Seifer to be able to watch things. For a mercenary, that mattered. For someone like Seifer he thought it might matter even more.
"I can't say whether you're completely sane or not, but this place? It's real. I arrived here a week ago myself. Appeared in that damn fountain, swam my way out. A resident found me and offered me shelter. People just do that, sometimes. From what I understand this place has been here for a while, some people more than two years. Some of us days or weeks. We don't know how we come to be here. We don't know how to go back. But we're stuck here in a low tech place, none of our powers or weapons or anything like that, and we... well, we try and survive. The mice, from what I understand, aren't exactly normal though."