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Characters: Zidane, Blank
Progress: On-going
Summary: Zidane needs to see headquarters for himself.
Location: Tantalus base, Lindblum
Date: January, 1803
Warnings: Maybe some swearing?
Zidane shoved the door to the Tantalus's home base open with one hand, pausing just inside to peer around at the silent room. In many ways it looked the same as it always did, cluttered shelves, unmade beds, junk hanging from the ceiling. It would've felt perfectly normal if not for the thin layer of dust over half the room, marred only by the footprints of Black, and presumably some of the local kids who liked to sneak in.
"I'm Home?"
He left the door open behind him as he moved further inside, picking up a book off the table in the center and blowing the dust off it. It was one of Baku's, one of the dozens and dozens of stories the man regularly converted into semi-awful plays. Zidane flipped through a few of the pages before setting it back down. It was rather depressing to sit it just sitting there...
None of this made any sense.
He headed across the room to his own bed, reaching out to grab the top sheet and shake the dust off it. Granted, it had been neglected even before he'd disappeared, considering he'd spent most of his time sleeping in the guest room in Alexandria. But still...
He sighed, turning to plop down on the edge and wait a few minutes. He expected Blank to turn up, the man knew he was in town. But maybe he'd get lucky and someone else would instead...
Progress: On-going
Summary: Zidane needs to see headquarters for himself.
Location: Tantalus base, Lindblum
Date: January, 1803
Warnings: Maybe some swearing?
Zidane shoved the door to the Tantalus's home base open with one hand, pausing just inside to peer around at the silent room. In many ways it looked the same as it always did, cluttered shelves, unmade beds, junk hanging from the ceiling. It would've felt perfectly normal if not for the thin layer of dust over half the room, marred only by the footprints of Black, and presumably some of the local kids who liked to sneak in.
"I'm Home?"
He left the door open behind him as he moved further inside, picking up a book off the table in the center and blowing the dust off it. It was one of Baku's, one of the dozens and dozens of stories the man regularly converted into semi-awful plays. Zidane flipped through a few of the pages before setting it back down. It was rather depressing to sit it just sitting there...
None of this made any sense.
He headed across the room to his own bed, reaching out to grab the top sheet and shake the dust off it. Granted, it had been neglected even before he'd disappeared, considering he'd spent most of his time sleeping in the guest room in Alexandria. But still...
He sighed, turning to plop down on the edge and wait a few minutes. He expected Blank to turn up, the man knew he was in town. But maybe he'd get lucky and someone else would instead...