Ardyn Tenmyouji || Airlocked CRAU (
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phantasmalrift2018-04-30 02:53 pm
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☆ // the distance between us
Who: Ardyn + open
What: General weekly activities of a highly paranoid person.
When: The week following the intro log
Where: Around the station+annex, specific locations noted.
Warnings: General murdergame unpleasantness discussion likely.
[Though the worst of the initial suspicion had given way to very, very cautious optimism, Ardyn was clearly still on some level of high alert. The day after returning from the forest he set himself to investigating the immediate area, and could primarily be seen wandering the residential area. Despite having woken up well after noon, Ardyn, his pigeon companion, and a third party member were out until fairly late, when they could be found in the kitchen. Ardyn was far from the best cook, but it looked as if 'late night apple curry' was well within his abilities.]
[In the days to follow his inability to be awake before early afternoon persisted, but he kept himself perhaps unnecessarily busy. As a result Ardyn (and occasionally his two friends) could be found in several different places.]
[At the viewing deck, taking up a chair and concentrating as he wrote almost nonstop in a small notebook. Anyone particularly sharp-eyed or approaching close enough might have noticed the words memoriae est quod clavis written neatly in the top corner of the front cover in red ink. Occasionally he'd close it and set it aside, only to pull a digital camera out of thin air and scroll restlessly through its pictures. Luscinia would be either getting a chance to stretch her wings or perched on the back of Ardyn's chair, while his Absol companion would be most likely wandering around the deck as if patrolling.]
[Once he found the tech lab Ardyn actually seemed fairly content for the first time since arriving. He lost the better part of a day poking around it, taking inventory of the varying parts therein. Sometimes literally, taking out that same notebook to write something down. That night was spent in the library, Ardyn having gotten so preoccupied with the station's technology that he ended up flat-out falling asleep in a chair somewhere around the library's science wing.]
[...The closer they came to the end of the week, the clearer it became that Ardyn was having trouble hiding his own nervous tension. And by the time Thursday night rolled around, he appeared to be ignoring sleep entirely in favor of wandering the residential area on his own--but far less aimlessly, almost as if patrolling it.]
What: General weekly activities of a highly paranoid person.
When: The week following the intro log
Where: Around the station+annex, specific locations noted.
Warnings: General murdergame unpleasantness discussion likely.
[Though the worst of the initial suspicion had given way to very, very cautious optimism, Ardyn was clearly still on some level of high alert. The day after returning from the forest he set himself to investigating the immediate area, and could primarily be seen wandering the residential area. Despite having woken up well after noon, Ardyn, his pigeon companion, and a third party member were out until fairly late, when they could be found in the kitchen. Ardyn was far from the best cook, but it looked as if 'late night apple curry' was well within his abilities.]
[In the days to follow his inability to be awake before early afternoon persisted, but he kept himself perhaps unnecessarily busy. As a result Ardyn (and occasionally his two friends) could be found in several different places.]
[At the viewing deck, taking up a chair and concentrating as he wrote almost nonstop in a small notebook. Anyone particularly sharp-eyed or approaching close enough might have noticed the words memoriae est quod clavis written neatly in the top corner of the front cover in red ink. Occasionally he'd close it and set it aside, only to pull a digital camera out of thin air and scroll restlessly through its pictures. Luscinia would be either getting a chance to stretch her wings or perched on the back of Ardyn's chair, while his Absol companion would be most likely wandering around the deck as if patrolling.]
[Once he found the tech lab Ardyn actually seemed fairly content for the first time since arriving. He lost the better part of a day poking around it, taking inventory of the varying parts therein. Sometimes literally, taking out that same notebook to write something down. That night was spent in the library, Ardyn having gotten so preoccupied with the station's technology that he ended up flat-out falling asleep in a chair somewhere around the library's science wing.]
[...The closer they came to the end of the week, the clearer it became that Ardyn was having trouble hiding his own nervous tension. And by the time Thursday night rolled around, he appeared to be ignoring sleep entirely in favor of wandering the residential area on his own--but far less aimlessly, almost as if patrolling it.]
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[The words carry the cheer and casual familiarity towards a stranger that can only come from a case of mistaken identity.]
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[Ardyn blinked yellow eyes at her as opposed to Izunia's blue, but he didn't immediately catch on that she didn't know which twin he was.]
Oh, it's, er....it's nothing, really.
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...Alright, if you say so.
[She inclines her head slightly as if to apologize for prying.]
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No, we have not. Call me Wren.
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[Despite being...well, the Eosian antichrist, Ardyn seemed entirely pleasant.]
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Thank you.
[But then the expression turns just a little wry and she spreads her arms wide in a gesture that would perhaps be more characteristic if the roles were reversed.]
Welcome to the Keystone Station, Ardyn.
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[hey, he certainly appreciates dramatics.]
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[She's already heard about the whole murdergame thing from Junpei so she's got a good idea where the question is coming from.
...It's a shame he only introduced himself to her by given name or she would have put two and two together already.]
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You wouldn't happen to know a Junpei, would you?
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Haha, not at all.
[He may have given her a bit of a fright when he just casually dropped the murdergame bomb on her, but you know.]
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Glad to hear it. I know we're kind of...perhaps 'overwhelming' is a good word for it at times.
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[The Shepherds are... A Group.]
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[...This seems like it was meant to be a joke, but humor has completely vacated the building by the time the sentence is finished.]
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It would take a lot to put some of us out of commission. The same surely holds true for the rest of you.
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No doubt... Still, I can't help but worry.
[It's kinda what she does.]
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[And she feels kinda weird that she means that? She was all ready to hate Ardyn after what Prompto told her, extenuating circumstances or not, but damned if he hasn't been completely reasonable and pleasant.]