sixthiterationlogs | Nida, With A Shiny White Band

WHO: Nida
WHERE: (Where the post takes place)
WHEN: February 5th - 15th, Closed Mingle on February 9th
OPEN TO: OTA, one Closed Post for now
WARNINGS: Possible Mentions of Self-Harm

OTA - Dojo - Taking Over

He was asleep when it happened. Somewhere in the night of the fourth the change happened, a screen that made no sense, the band on the device at his wrist turning white. OF course as it was one of those rare nights lately where Nida had gotten some sleep, he hadn't noticed. Instead, when he'd woken up he'd just found himself... moving. He couldn't stand being still anymore, not with all these people who needed a bit of something to keep them moving after those visions. He skipped breakfast that morning ~~not a mistake he'd make another day~~ and headed over to the empty dojo.

Most of his days are spent in the dojo for the next chunk of days. When he's not actively out talking to others, trying to serve as a support network, he's in the dojo from just before sun up to just after sunset. Sometimes he's sitting on a chair, a knife working over a piece of wood as he cut out the general shape of some practice daggers. Other times he limps ~~damn him for spraining his ankle, it wasn't what he'd meant to do~~ around the edges of the mats to check for any tears or splits he needs to repair. Still other times he regards the empty spaces, mind already building up the ways he can make this place better.

And always, always he calls out a bit cheerfully if someone enters while he's there. Because this space, he has resolved, will welcome all comers. No matter what.

OTA - Around South Village - A Little Luck

You can't always be at the dojo.

Nida had stared at Seifer when he had been told that. Clearly it was not true. Clearly he was more than capable of doing just that. But... Well, he got the point. Being holed up in two places isn't much better than being holed up in one.

So a bit of time every day, usually around the lunch hours, were spent with Nida wandering the village. There were rounds to be made, friends to be found, help to be supplied. And, whenever there was a chance of skin to skin contact, a hand reaching out to touch. Not like people here couldn't use a bit of extra luck.

Closed Mingle - Because You Miss Them - Closed to Seifer, Rinoa, Sam, Billy, Tommy

The boxes show up that morning, just sitting in the kitchen when Nida hobbles in at an ungodly hour. He moves immediately to grab a kitchen knife to cut the first one open. Despite his name being on it, it's full of yarn. He smiles and shakes his head, moving that one aside because he can talk to the others about it later. The next is a larger box, but strangely light for its size. With another few cuts he finds himself pulling out a wok. What in the world could that be...

Somehow he knows what the last box will be. With a quick cut it's open and he starts unloading ingredients into the fridge. Curry. Seems like he had the answer he needed for when and what to cook.

A quick message goes out to the others over the network. He doesn't care how early it is.

Hey nerds, dinner at my house tonight. Red Lamb Curry. Eat at six, come by earlier if you want to help cook. Someone please help cook, I don't want to mess this up.

[OOC: Please see first comment for Mingle, everyone can post their own things under that if they want to interact.]

[OOC: If anyone would like their own closed starter for the first half of this month, please let me know. This is mostly meant to cover Nida through the White part of his Off-Color time.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"More than a few, including magic. But on my world it's... needed. People like us are needed. Sure, we hire out as mercenaries, but a part of that is taking out monsters. Our world has a lot of them," he admits. Of course his specialization wasn't in that sort of thing, not like Seifer. He was intel, he was... well, in a lot of ways he was trained like Natasha. Just not as deeply, just not as self-destructive.

He considers her briefly. That's not a good age to get into things. Like Seifer was. Seifer didn't even have a taste of the outside world. Nida had, though. Briefly.

"Were you an orphan too?"

"I'm sure they're lucky to have you. Whatever services you do provide," she answers. "My world, we're just beginning to learn that normal baseline humans aren't the only things you have to worry about. There was an alien invasion in a major city about eight years ago, and the city is just now recovering. We're still going through some growing pains with how we handle things. It's been...complicated." A delicate way to phrase it, honestly.

Her answer to his question is equally careful, a nonchalant reply that should speak volumes. "That wasn't a requirement for Red Room candidacy. But my parents are dead now." The question also encourages others. "Were you?"

Aliens. Well, in a way that makes sense to him. After all, monsters are from the moon. But that isn't quite the same thing he thinks. And they've done a lot to clean up Esthar since then.

"I think my question answered yours. Yeah, I was. War orphan. Sort of. My parents were killed for being rebels, trying to free my home town. They were also deserters from the occupying army because they couldn't stand how their country attacked my home."

She seems the sort who could handle that information with no problem.

"Sounds like they were admirable people. Trying to follow what they believed in." He's right. She might relate fairly closely to his parents, honestly. After all, why else did she join SHIELD if not to find some way to make up for the things she'd done, the system she'd supported? And what about after the fall of SHIELD, what had she done then? There wasn't anything else to be done, in her eyes.

"It's not always easy, to follow what you believe in, in the middle of a war. Especially when you're trained to be a soldier, and to follow a cause without question." Which begs the question-- "Is that why you're still doing this? To help people?"

Yeah, he gets that whole soldier and training thing. Because Nida gets it. He was a soldier after all. Just a different sort.

"To help people," he confirms. "Danny wasn't wrong, about how this needed. People here should be able to defend themselves. If only. A lot of people don't want to, and I respect that. But those that can and will? They should stay sharp. Because..."

Because something was coming. He can expect it, right?

"Something here stinks."

Natasha nods slowly. He's not wrong about that. There's clearly ulterior motives here, especially with the way they've been lately. That long trip home had made that clear enough. Unfolding her legs, she stands, putting away both her batons and the spool of thread and needle. Standing this close, it's clear she's considerably shorter than Nida, by nearly a full head, but no less intimidating for it.

"Then I guess we should be ready for it. As soon as it shows up." She tilts her head, gestures with her chin to the rest of the room. "This is a good start. If you need help, an extra body to train, let me know. I know someone who'd be happy to help me demonstrate some of the basics, he likes being thrown around." Sorry, Jason. Looks like you're getting recruited.

"Thanks," Nida smiles at her. "You're already a lot of help. I'll definitely keep you in mind."

He considers the mat briefly and then nods to himself as he offers his hand out to her. Shaking a hand isn't too bad, and he is pleased to do so. Then he returns himself off to the process of making more wooden training weapons. Lots of work to do right now, and he's eager for it.

Nat doesn't even look strangely at the offered hand, taking it in a grip that's politely firm. It feels like an agreement. It's good to have something to look forward to, honestly, and to know that there'll be another friendly face around here keeping things going. "Any time. And let me know if you need anything else, too. I've got a line on a few decent resources, here."

With a small flash of a smile and a wave, she'll let him get back to his work while she goes to return the supplies to their place. Still plenty to do around here, and she's not about to waste time.

Nida, With A Shiny White Band - Open and Closed Prompts

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seems a good wrap point <3

good to me! <3