Jun. 19th, 2025 11:11 am
Trading Up... Or Is It Down?
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fhlogsWho: 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?"
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[That was the sticker, wasn't it. That he'd been him and not some poor innocent taken over by magic.]
I don't deserve you, or Raijin either.
[Her smile does get him to give her a little one.]
Far as how I'm doing... feel like I got run over by a pack of chocobo and forgot to drink water for two days kinda headache.
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[She didn't believe that for a second, there was no way it was all Seifer. That bitch had been pulling him by the coat tails left and right. She had her hooks in him and she wouldn't let go.]
MISTAKES WERE MADE. YOU DO.
[She's warmed by his smile, it's there for her to see; sunlight. She reaches into her knapsack and produces a bottle of clean drinking water and holds it out to him.] DRINK.
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[He'd been the one to do all that research after all, and even if Ultimecia had had her claws in him and was pulling his strings... it wasn't the same as him being helpless or unwilling. Not really.]
I'll have you represent me in court against Trabia and Galbadia, I'm sure they'll love that.
[He takes the water, downing half of it.]
...So, who're we playing nice with while avoiding Garden?
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[She scoffs.] WIN.
[He must have been thirsty, usually he's good about drinking water. She wishes this whole fiasco had never happened with the sorceress. Why couldn't he have been Rinoa's knight instead?] LEONHART. HEARTILLY AND THE KRAMERS.
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Of course you would, 's why I'd hire you.
[There's a blow of a raspberry at that and a grimmace.]
Pretty sure I'm not welcome there, Fu. And I'm... not sure I'd be able to keep my shit together around Edea.
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SKIPPY.
[She smiled, at least he was teasing her.]
NOT YET. SOON. MATRON...
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[It's quiet, that admittance.]
I don't have any other memories of her, sure I know she's... Who ran the orphanage, but that's facts not memory.
Raijin's Ma is more like that than her to me.
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[She knew he would be stubborn about going back.]
SAD. [She sighed, she wasn't sure what she should do here. It was sad that he had no memories is what she meant.]