"Different worlds? Now who sounds crazy?" He offered with a wry smirk, starting to relax. Alright, he got it, he didn't need to be on high-alert here. Probably. Maybe. Insanity still sat supreme at the top of the list for possibilities. Talk about a very intricate delusion if it was, however, especially if he was sharing it with someone else. Or he made Nida up in his head too. That could very well have something to do...
"Nomura!" Hah! There it was. Yes he'd been mulling on that since Nida said his name. It was going to drive him nuts until he figured it out. Memories hadn't been especially reliable for him for a while now, but he was pretty sure that was the right name. There, sorry, don't mind him he just had to get that out. Back on task.
"So we've got hostile not-monsters that might be monsters, no decent technology, and no guns? What kind of frigid hell is this?" Because if there weren't any guns there weren't any gunblades and that was just a crime. What was he supposed to fight with, a stick? He didn't take stick training that was Raijin.
Green, magenta, gray... He held up his own watch to show off the black color. Seifer hadn't even thought anything about it, black being such a common color for a watch. "I thought black scrubs were kind of weird." They also weren't very warm. He would love to have some heavier pants. Was there even anywhere to buy clothing, or get money for that matter? At least Nida had sorted out the shelter issue. For a moment. Presumably water was taken care of as well, that left food. Presumably they'd have to do something about that. Already he was staring a mental tally of what they'd need for a long-term stranding situation. They were trained, they could do this, but two years?
"Two years is a long time to be stuck here without any progress." He grumbles, not enjoying the outlook that left them with.
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"Nomura!" Hah! There it was. Yes he'd been mulling on that since Nida said his name. It was going to drive him nuts until he figured it out. Memories hadn't been especially reliable for him for a while now, but he was pretty sure that was the right name. There, sorry, don't mind him he just had to get that out. Back on task.
"So we've got hostile not-monsters that might be monsters, no decent technology, and no guns? What kind of frigid hell is this?" Because if there weren't any guns there weren't any gunblades and that was just a crime. What was he supposed to fight with, a stick? He didn't take stick training that was Raijin.
Green, magenta, gray... He held up his own watch to show off the black color. Seifer hadn't even thought anything about it, black being such a common color for a watch. "I thought black scrubs were kind of weird." They also weren't very warm. He would love to have some heavier pants. Was there even anywhere to buy clothing, or get money for that matter? At least Nida had sorted out the shelter issue. For a moment. Presumably water was taken care of as well, that left food. Presumably they'd have to do something about that. Already he was staring a mental tally of what they'd need for a long-term stranding situation. They were trained, they could do this, but two years?
"Two years is a long time to be stuck here without any progress." He grumbles, not enjoying the outlook that left them with.