[He hasn't been on the comm for two days. In his mind, though, it has only been one. The other day did not exist, lost between the moment he died and the moment he woke in his room
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[Phoenix isn't going anywhere. In fact, he'll be waiting just inside the entrance. His hair is unbound and hanging down past his shoulders and his clothes consist of nothing more than a simple white button-up shirt and an unremarkable pair of dark gray pants. It's positively plain for him.
He leans against the wall with a neutral expression on his face, arms folded across his chest. He can afford to be patient. He's already waited a day.]
[Phoenix takes a moment to figure out how to phrase his response.]
Something of that nature, yes, along with several other articles in my possession. Clothing, for the most part, though there was a pouch with a few items as well.
My goggles have already been located. The pouch is leather, no decoration, with a loop for a belt to thread through. It should have a hair tie and a handkerchief inside.
[Phoenix grimaces at the thought of having to search deck twelve. He's been to that deck. If any of his things landed there, it's a good bet to say he'll never get them back. But...]
Damn. With how many other things have wound up on that deck, it could be entirely possible that other lost belongings go there as well.
...among other things, yes. The goggles have been found, thankfully. The other things...
We've never met in person, so you wouldn't be familiar with what I wear, but would you keep a lookout for a red-brown vest with six buttons in the front, some black wrist bands, or a pair of boots that are half black, half tan?
[He'd add his shirt and pants to that list, but honestly, they're not very distinctive on their own and it isn't likely Mimmi would be able to identify them as his on his description alone.]
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Where shall I bring the goggles, Phoenix?
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...I'm currently on deck thirteen, in the stone structure at the farthest end.
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[It's gonna take him a while, though.]
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He leans against the wall with a neutral expression on his face, arms folded across his chest. He can afford to be patient. He's already waited a day.]
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[Possible quest of searching for an item wasn't something new to the Mithra.]
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Something of that nature, yes, along with several other articles in my possession. Clothing, for the most part, though there was a pouch with a few items as well.
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[Phoenix grimaces at the thought of having to search deck twelve. He's been to that deck. If any of his things landed there, it's a good bet to say he'll never get them back. But...]
Damn. With how many other things have wound up on that deck, it could be entirely possible that other lost belongings go there as well.
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We've never met in person, so you wouldn't be familiar with what I wear, but would you keep a lookout for a red-brown vest with six buttons in the front, some black wrist bands, or a pair of boots that are half black, half tan?
[He'd add his shirt and pants to that list, but honestly, they're not very distinctive on their own and it isn't likely Mimmi would be able to identify them as his on his description alone.]
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[Aaand she pauses. She's been on the boat long enough to know missing clothes = BAD THINGS]
Are you all right?
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And you? Have you been well?
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Phoenix.
I have something of yours.
[Nonchalance is a go.]
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You do?
[Innocent, curious - he has no idea what else he might have lost. Honest.]
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These belong to you, don't they?
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[Yes, he's still trying to pretend that there is absolutely no meaning behind the loss of his rings.]
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['Cause they're way too small to be Batou's.]
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What makes you think they are mine? I don't believe we've ever had the pleasure of meeting in person, Major - not that I would object, of course.
[Just a hint of flirting, there.]
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If you don't think they're yours, I'll just get rid of them.
[The sound of a door opening. Someone's strolling to the Deck 11 fire, whose crackling will gradually grow louder in the background.]
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[The words are out of his mouth too fast, betraying his attachment. If the pants are his, he doesn't want them destroyed.
Damn it, she's got him pinned.]
Don't... throw them away just yet. I should confirm whether or not they belong to me, shouldn't I?
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