Of manicures and floating chairs [CLOSED]
WHO: Dist the Reaper and Schuldig
WHAT: Dist waits for Asch, but an unexpected guest arrives instead
WHERE: An old abandoned warehouse/factory where Dist has taken up residence
WHEN: The morning of the 3rd day in Rivelata
Dist threw a wrench clean across the room with all his might- which, unfortunately, wasn't much. The old wrench flew five or six feet before it crashed into a pile of large tires, causing an eruption of noise as they rolled and fell askew. The silver-haired scientist could have used a bit less disorganization than his place of residence was giving him- whoever had closed this warehouse had not bothered to clean up after themselves- but it failed to register, as this was the third pile of rubble he had knocked over in frustration.
"WHY isn't this WORKING," he seethed, his lips curled into a grimace. He was a genius- not only self-proclaimed, he assured himself quite often, but at one point the entire Order of Lorelei had looked up to his mechanical talents. But it was starting to seem, that without Fon technology, he wasn't quite as skilled as he liked to imagine. On top of that, Asch...had never shown. Dist had waited very eagerly for a helping hand- as much as he hated to admit it- but it seemed once again the redhead was distracted with something far more important. It was always something with Asch the Bloody. Dist had never placed such reliance on ANY of his comrades, but right now...he felt direction less.
Sunlight had started to peek through the dusty windows of the warehouse and Dist rubbed at his eyes, removing his round spectacles. He had been at this all night- ever since that argument with Jade and Peony. The scientist had no idea what to make of it, and instead had drowned himself in his attempts at machinery like he had done for so many years already. That is to say, whenever his childhood friends put him at a loss. And that was unfortunately a very common occurrence.
WHAT: Dist waits for Asch, but an unexpected guest arrives instead
WHERE: An old abandoned warehouse/factory where Dist has taken up residence
WHEN: The morning of the 3rd day in Rivelata
Dist threw a wrench clean across the room with all his might- which, unfortunately, wasn't much. The old wrench flew five or six feet before it crashed into a pile of large tires, causing an eruption of noise as they rolled and fell askew. The silver-haired scientist could have used a bit less disorganization than his place of residence was giving him- whoever had closed this warehouse had not bothered to clean up after themselves- but it failed to register, as this was the third pile of rubble he had knocked over in frustration.
"WHY isn't this WORKING," he seethed, his lips curled into a grimace. He was a genius- not only self-proclaimed, he assured himself quite often, but at one point the entire Order of Lorelei had looked up to his mechanical talents. But it was starting to seem, that without Fon technology, he wasn't quite as skilled as he liked to imagine. On top of that, Asch...had never shown. Dist had waited very eagerly for a helping hand- as much as he hated to admit it- but it seemed once again the redhead was distracted with something far more important. It was always something with Asch the Bloody. Dist had never placed such reliance on ANY of his comrades, but right now...he felt direction less.
Sunlight had started to peek through the dusty windows of the warehouse and Dist rubbed at his eyes, removing his round spectacles. He had been at this all night- ever since that argument with Jade and Peony. The scientist had no idea what to make of it, and instead had drowned himself in his attempts at machinery like he had done for so many years already. That is to say, whenever his childhood friends put him at a loss. And that was unfortunately a very common occurrence.