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fhlogs2025-06-19 11:11 am
ersatzknight) wrote in fhlogs2025-06-19 11:11 am
Trading Up... Or Is It Down?
Who: Seifer and OPEN
What: Meeting people and exploring
Where: Edge
When: Sometime shortly after his arrival
Warnings: Language likely
7th Heaven Hotel
Seifer admittedly hadn't had either the energy or much of anything else to pay attention to half of what was going on. He'd found the hotel that was set up for people showing up out of nowhere, grumbled his way through getting a room, and promptly face planted in to the bed once the door was locked behind him.
The young man who'd emerged nearly a day later looked... better than the one who'd walked in. There was a certain magic to sleeping and a hot shower. Better wasn't great though, and there was only so much that could be done short term to get himself not looking like he'd been dragged backwards through a nightmare.
A nightmare he'd... deal with later.
The basics of survival mattered more; he had shelter and water, at least for the moment, but no idea about the food situation in this place and no money on him to buy any in the city beyond.
Seifer stepped from the elevator to what seemed to be some kind of lobby-ish-thing and looked around for someone to ask questions of. He'd left his (currently tattered) coat up in the room, though Hyperion hung on him still. Coats were replaceable, gunblades might not be if he got chased out of here.
"Hey, uh... anyone here?" he called out, not spotting anyone immediately.
Around The City
Seifer eventually gets away from the hotel, keen to explore Edge and get a sense of what this place had going on.
There was a few things he was looking for as he strode through streets like he knew what he was doing, some sort of public library, somewhere willing to hire him, and a weaponsmith. Not necessarily in that order, but those where the top three priorities of what he wanted to find.
The biggest thing he hadn't wanted to find was, apparently, sitting on the edge of town like the flying fortress belonged there.
The sight of Balamb Garden had a vicious sort of clawing guilt rise in his throat. He knew who'd likely be there, though wasn't sure if it would be worse if the place was abandoned instead.
More things to watch out for, but to avoid rather than seek, at least for the moment.
Seifer had found a wall to lean against, rubbing his hands over his face and letting out a heaving sigh. He hadn't noticed that he'd sunk down in to a squat, though he did crack his fingers apart at the sound of someone approaching and glare out.
"What?"
What: Meeting people and exploring
Where: Edge
When: Sometime shortly after his arrival
Warnings: Language likely
7th Heaven Hotel
Seifer admittedly hadn't had either the energy or much of anything else to pay attention to half of what was going on. He'd found the hotel that was set up for people showing up out of nowhere, grumbled his way through getting a room, and promptly face planted in to the bed once the door was locked behind him.
The young man who'd emerged nearly a day later looked... better than the one who'd walked in. There was a certain magic to sleeping and a hot shower. Better wasn't great though, and there was only so much that could be done short term to get himself not looking like he'd been dragged backwards through a nightmare.
A nightmare he'd... deal with later.
The basics of survival mattered more; he had shelter and water, at least for the moment, but no idea about the food situation in this place and no money on him to buy any in the city beyond.
Seifer stepped from the elevator to what seemed to be some kind of lobby-ish-thing and looked around for someone to ask questions of. He'd left his (currently tattered) coat up in the room, though Hyperion hung on him still. Coats were replaceable, gunblades might not be if he got chased out of here.
"Hey, uh... anyone here?" he called out, not spotting anyone immediately.
Around The City
Seifer eventually gets away from the hotel, keen to explore Edge and get a sense of what this place had going on.
There was a few things he was looking for as he strode through streets like he knew what he was doing, some sort of public library, somewhere willing to hire him, and a weaponsmith. Not necessarily in that order, but those where the top three priorities of what he wanted to find.
The biggest thing he hadn't wanted to find was, apparently, sitting on the edge of town like the flying fortress belonged there.
The sight of Balamb Garden had a vicious sort of clawing guilt rise in his throat. He knew who'd likely be there, though wasn't sure if it would be worse if the place was abandoned instead.
More things to watch out for, but to avoid rather than seek, at least for the moment.
Seifer had found a wall to lean against, rubbing his hands over his face and letting out a heaving sigh. He hadn't noticed that he'd sunk down in to a squat, though he did crack his fingers apart at the sound of someone approaching and glare out.
"What?"
Re: Around the City
He still didn't understand why Seifer had done that. Why anyone would do that. Ultimecia had intended that only she would live. Seifer had been signing his own death certificate to help her.
And yet, he had survived like the rest of them. Was he from that time point or another? Squall wasn't sure. For now he kept watching, thinking.
Re: Around the City
There's a defensiveness to his tone, but more one of deeply ingrained habit than actual threat. Seifer's gaze flicks around, assessing escape routes.
"Why, there a Sorceress around that's not your girlfriend?"
Re: Around the City
He grunted at that comment. “There’s some pretty powerful people here, like the guy who got us into this mess.”
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Seifer wasn't stupid, he knew what probably would be called for back home.
"Guy? You mean this isn't..." He waved a hand. "Her fallout?"
Ultimecia. Time Compression. All of time and space twisting in on itself to a singularity for... Whatever reasons she'd had.
"Also, power had jack-all to do with it."
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He nodded. “Some guy named Sephiroth did this. I’ve met him before. Claims this was an accident when he tried to use some Orb to heal his mind. Not that it matters to him that it was an accident; he’s blaming himself up and down.”
He quirked an eyebrow at that comment. “Yeah? What’d it have to do with?”
Re: Around the City
There's an expression on his face, mostly tired but there's a war of something else underneath that as well. Anger, a twinge sympathy for whoever this Sephiroth guy is, his own guilt... vague annoyance and then sharply closed off to just tired and annoyed.
"...Who's the one who wanted power, and who's the one who could get it and use it for them Squall? Pretty sure you lost braincells hanging around Zell too much if you can't figure that bit out yourself."
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“You know, this is stupid,” he said. “We’ve got bigger problems going on than whatever beef we’ve still got going with each other. If you’re not going to cause trouble, I’m going to go back to what I was doing.”
Although he’d probably still keep an eye on Seifer anyway.
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He tilts his head though, expression sharpening. "But... you need someone competent, find me. I... owe you a few favors."
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They could always use more people to investigate the portals, but given everything, he wasn’t at all sure he’d trust Seifer to do that. But there were other things he might consider. Maybe.
Could he really trust Seifer on anything, especially when he still didn’t get what happened about Ultimecia? On the other hand, it’d be better to know what he was up to instead of risking the possibility of him hooking up with whatever bad guys were here. If he wanted work, he might fall in with them. Squall didn’t need that kind of trouble either.
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Not that Seifer should probably be going up against a tonberry anytime probably ever, the number of lives on his hands alone meant they'd probably turn him in to a fine paste.
"Don't worry, I won't take jobs Garden should be handling."
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And he nodded in response to the last comment. “Thanks.” Whether he was being sarcastic or not, it was hard to say.
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A pause. "You got a place to stay yet?"
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"I'm not SeeD. I can't go ho- to Balamb Garden. If I'm allowed to have things back I'll take 'em, but it's all technically Garden property. I've got... something for as long as it lasts, and I'll figure it out."
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