Day 1: Disbelief
Characters: Sync, Guy (closed)
Location: Grand Chokmah
Time: Afternoon, Day 1
Warnings: None
If there had been a time where Sync felt any more agitated than he did now, then he hadn’t the heart to remember at the moment. Though years of practice sought fit that he remained as calm and collected as ever to the public eye, his mind was anything but. The conundrum before him held no logical standing in his honest, al bit degrading, opinion, seeing as that he had been hundreds of miles away from this city by the sea only moments before.
There had been no hyperresonance conducted nearby to his knowledge, nor was there a siege at that precise moment either. No, Daath had been as dull and drab as it had always been, and thus there was no reason that he’d be somewhere else entirely. Of course, there was always the chance that Lorelei itself was the root of the problem, which in turn only brought a greater sense of loathing at the damned thing. Sync gritted his teeth at the thought, mentally swatting it away and instead focused with what was before him.
People. The city was bustling, though he couldn’t think of a reason why it wouldn’t be. Grand Chokmah had always been the type of city built off of retirement and recreation despite its heavy military influence, so it was no surprise to him that most of the populace was out for the sake of leisure. He offered any passerby a sheepish smile, one carefully woven to something almost authentic if he actually meant it.
Sync hated it. He was disgusted at himself, prancing about in this Fon Master garb. He was in desperate need of answers, and once he found a suitable change of clothes he would be sure they would be met.
(Note: First part of the conversation doesn't exist. Florian isn't the Fon Master.)
Location: Grand Chokmah
Time: Afternoon, Day 1
Warnings: None
If there had been a time where Sync felt any more agitated than he did now, then he hadn’t the heart to remember at the moment. Though years of practice sought fit that he remained as calm and collected as ever to the public eye, his mind was anything but. The conundrum before him held no logical standing in his honest, al bit degrading, opinion, seeing as that he had been hundreds of miles away from this city by the sea only moments before.
There had been no hyperresonance conducted nearby to his knowledge, nor was there a siege at that precise moment either. No, Daath had been as dull and drab as it had always been, and thus there was no reason that he’d be somewhere else entirely. Of course, there was always the chance that Lorelei itself was the root of the problem, which in turn only brought a greater sense of loathing at the damned thing. Sync gritted his teeth at the thought, mentally swatting it away and instead focused with what was before him.
People. The city was bustling, though he couldn’t think of a reason why it wouldn’t be. Grand Chokmah had always been the type of city built off of retirement and recreation despite its heavy military influence, so it was no surprise to him that most of the populace was out for the sake of leisure. He offered any passerby a sheepish smile, one carefully woven to something almost authentic if he actually meant it.
Sync hated it. He was disgusted at himself, prancing about in this Fon Master garb. He was in desperate need of answers, and once he found a suitable change of clothes he would be sure they would be met.
(Note: First part of the conversation doesn't exist. Florian isn't the Fon Master.)