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sixthiterationlogs2019-01-09 04:47 pm
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This Shouldn’t Happen | Log + Network (Morning After)
WHO: Seifer Almasy (Guest starring Nida)
WHERE: Blacksmith, Schoolhouse, Inn
WHEN: January 10th - couple days following
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS:Nothing beyond the usual casual profanity. Will update if needed!
WHERE: Blacksmith, Schoolhouse, Inn
WHEN: January 10th - couple days following
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS:Nothing beyond the usual casual profanity. Will update if needed!
Network Video:
UN: ItsTooEarly
The video clicks on to show Nida, annoyed, with Seifer leering over his shoulder completely invading his personal space. “Come on, ask ‘em!” He insists, leaning down to try to peer at the tiny screen on the wrist device. Apparently oblivious to the way he was more or less leaning wholly on Nida’s shoulder. Because Seifer’s a giant brute with no concept for how heavy he is.
"I'm asking, stop it. Geez, lose some weight. There aren't weights here for me to keep my strength training up," Nida grumbles. Then looks a bit calmer after a moment.
"Okay, Seifer's an idiot who managed to lose his wristband. If anyone sees a black one hanging around, come staple it to his wrist, okay?"
In emphasis Seifer held up his wrist in front of Nida for the camera to see, casting him a mild glower at the comment. “Maybe you need to find a way to improvise, scrawny.” He quipped lightly. Nida was absolutely not scrawny, didn’t stop Seifer from making the accusation for his whining.
"I'm already carrying your weight, so clearly I've improvised."
Seifer dropped his arm then, smirking. “In that case I’m doing you a favor.”
Blacksmith:
The first, and presumably most likely location to search outside the house was the blacksmithing forge, where Seifer spent most of his time in the village. His search involved first a cursory search of the floor, tables, and work benches he most commonly occupied. “Hey, has anyone seen a watch?” He called to whoever might be around. Regardless of the reply he’d then move his attention to digging to the bottom of the nail storage. Emptying everything out, sorting through it, then having to pile the huge mess he made back in. Finding no success he moved on to his other frequent projects. Gears and hinges. If it had fallen into the fire he knew he would be out of luck, but surely the melting plastic smell would have alerted someone to the problem earlier.
With how clean they kept the blacksmith it was hard to believe it wouldn’t have been found and placed where he usually worked. After a few more rounds of searching, including digging among the tools and even performing a cursory sweeping just in case he decided that there was nothing to be found there. Time to move on.
Inn:
Second on his list was the Inn. Being a frequented spot for afternoon meals as it was easier to catch lunch there than run home and cook, he spent a little time nearly every day there. Figuring out where to search would be much harder here. Sure he poked around searching under things, on things, and in things that might make sense for his watch to have gone but this location was better for asking people than searching himself. Upon finding someone he’d turn his attention to them.
“Hey, you haven’t seen a loose watch around have you? Black one? Mine took off this morning it’s the damnedest thing.”
It really was, given he was pretty sure that wasn’t supposed to be possible. And yet here he was, watch-less and confused.
Schoolhouse:
While less likely than the other two candidates Seifer knew he’d be remiss if he didn’t search every feasible location, no matter how unlikely. He’d spent a good number of hours there back and forth researching forging techniques and really anything else that caught his fancy. Fortunate that the schoolhouse had been well stocked with instructional manuals. Evidently whoever set them there had taken some mercy, enough to allow them learning materials. Regardless, that wasn’t Seifer’s goal today. Instead he could be found searching beneath desks and chairs, checking under edges of shelves or any other small crack on the floor or otherwise where a wrist watch might have scurried off to.
Honestly, at this point he wasn’t even sure why he was trying so hard. He barely used the thing and didn’t care for its existence until it was gone. It just felt weird to have lost the thing that wasn’t supposed to be able to come off. Finally, frustrated with his search for the day he slumped down into a chair to sulk. This was insane. Things don’t just walk off on their own. Something had to be going on, but what? Idly he kicked at the leg of a nearby desk, huffing out his frustration. If only there were monsters around he’d really like to blow off some steam.
Wildcard:
(OOC: Use this post for any of the in-between areas one might bump into him!)
Plenty of opportunities to catch Seifer out and about, looking distracted and confused. His expression was one of serious confusion. Where in Hyne’s name could his watch have gone off to? He knows he had it on when he went to bed. So how could it have escaped off of his arm and wandered off on its own? It was completely illogical.
Even so he was still searching. On his way between locations he’d stop to search alongside the roads, in water run-off ditches, digging through brush, anywhere he thought a watch might be hiding. Didn’t help the thing was black so of course it would blend in with the shadows. Why couldn’t he have a bright one for a situation like this?
At one point he nearly climbed bodily into a patch of brush, having spotted something he was almost certain was the wristband in question. By the time he climbed back out, with twigs and dead leaves sticking to him he was holding…
A twig. “Damn it.” He cursed, scowling at the twig as though it had personally offended him.
(OOC: Network responses will be from Nida’s wrist device, sometimes involving both of them bickering. Enjoy!)
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[Why does he know this? He's seen Rinoa in a red dress once and it quite enhanced her eyes. They were lovely. He feels guilty thinking that. Them falling out didn't make him magically not find her attractive anymore.]
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Not helping Maine. Brown is plain and boring. And Rinoa’s eyes are all doe-y. And she’s a beautiful woman to my understanding. [He doesn’t know.]
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[He moves to get up then, patting Nida on the shoulder.]
You look fine, anyway I'm bored tell me if anything useful comes outta this. I'm gonna go look myself.
[This was a fun distraction. Not even remotely useful though.]
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After Seifer's apparently wandered off: ]
Your teammate?
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Yeah [and Nida’s looking off screen after Seifer leaves, perhaps a bit contemplative, wistful, even a bit... fond? Strange he’s never felt that before.] I mean, for a given definition. Sorta grew up together. Kind of.
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Seems all right.
[ He thinks that he and Seifer would get along just fine. ]
'Sorta kind of'?
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[Ah this again. Of course Nida has no idea of the world that Maine is from or that being a warrior so young wouldn’t phase him.] We are war orphans. In our world that means a damn good chance or being raised at a mercenary academy called a Garden. He’s a combat specialist.
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You're not?
[ The video may have gone all blurry, but Nida's earlier throw appeared effective. ]
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[He doesn’t even have to explain that they weren’t close before this.] All of us have to have combat skills and magic training. Combat is just his specialization. I’m infil and intel. Trained for several varieties of that. [Meaning a mix of some of York, some of Florida, probably more Connie than anything.]
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Stealth shit.
[ That's his summarization. ]
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James Bond?
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Who even is that? A famous spy or something? Spies shouldn't be famous.
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[He pauses. Sniffs the air. Score.]
Food time, big guy. Have a good one.