[He doesn't bother to explore the boarding room proper, focusing his energies on the rest of the property until the puppets make their grand appearance. By the time the zoo of conversations has wrapped up, it's rather dark, and he's tiredly fumbling with his key in the door. All the way up the stairs... his knees would not be happy in the morning.
RIP Lynne if you're doing anything specific when the door starts to creak open without a knock, though he'll at least pause the second he sees the lights are on.]
[Oh brother. His eyes roll a little, but he does raise his hands up as the door opens fully, key visible between his thumb and palm. At ease, he's not here to be suspicious.]
Ah, I thought I heard the vegetable girl. [His lips quirk slightly.]
You never did tell me if your efforts got you any secrets.
[Thank the gods she's taking this all in stride, it's pretty refreshing.
He nods, pocketing his key as he shuts the room door behind him, foregoing the seat to take a closer look around the main room. Strange layout... strange white box, over next to these cabinets...
Don't mind him looking over the fridge with a cautious eye as he talks, carefully opening it.]
Aye, that I did, though it wasn't for anything other than surveillance. Disturbing what was left behind felt more harmful than productive, especially without more knowledge of what had happened to leave everything so empty.
They weren't in a state of idle abandonment. Quite the opposite - they all looked well lived in. The strange light fixtures all seemed to work, and the plumbing still brought water. But whoever their former occupants were, they left in a hurry. Food was left on tables, items seemed to be dropped where they were with no efforts to collect them. No indication of who any of them were, or where. They were there, and then they left.
All of the timepieces were all stuck at the same reading, as well. No matter what house I found myself in, all seemed paused at the hour of six.
[She's very used to roommate situations! As she sees it, this is just a new roommate. Now all she needs is a dog]
Well I sure did more disturbing than surveillance. It's not like any of those houses were crime scenes, you know.
[Therefore they were free real estate, as far as she was concerned]
You know what was the weirdest thing? Every time I grabbed something and tried to keep it with me, I felt this nagging feeling of doing something very wrong. It's not even something like my conscience telling me I shouldn't, it's more like if I keep doing it, I'd get strangled or something. That sort of foreboding feeling.
But that didn't matter because the things I'd have taken just...just weren't there. Documents, pictures of owners, any signs of a homeowner's identity, they just weren't there. You know what's my opinion? The whole neighborhood, it was a set up. Like a theater piece! Think of it like that: a fake thing for us to be there.
[No wonder Lynne had been eager to share information. This indeed is something important for people to be aware of]
I talked to Childermass, and he thought there was magic involved. That I'm...less familiar with. But I agree with him. There probably is a lot of that.
No crimes or conflict we can pinpoint for the moment, anyway. Be careful not to jump to any conclusions.
[Subterfuge AND a snoop, though. What are the chances. She's definitely got his full attention now.]
T'was the same I could figure as far as magic is concerned, yes. A shame we have no instruments to track if aether were involved.
For a time, it reminded me of the enchantments you might find in the fairy kingdom. Fond of playing tricks, setting out riddles and deceptively talented at trapping men in their games.
With that said, they are not very skilled at hiding their involvement. And I would not call them creatures who care for the subtleties of theatrics.
[Well, who knows, maybe there are fairies involved. At this point, anything can happen]
This Beryl guy was telling me about leylines. Not sure if there's any of those around here but if there's any then maybe there really are fairies around here.
[True, fairies might not be all that subtle, but maybe those setting this up are weird like that. You never know!]
[He just nods at the description. Alright, yeah, basic stuff.]
Aye, not too dissimilar to aether and its currents, then. You can think of them as unseen rivers of energy.
Give him the benefit of the doubt for now. Perhaps access to that sort of knowledge is limited in his experience. If you'd shown confusion, jumping to the first reasonable conclusion would have only been natural. Rude, perhaps, but natural.
I've found that the biggest trick to truly keeping an open mind is realizing that no one's perception will ever quite match your own. It takes careful communication and honesty to receive it in return, and that may not happen quickly. Or at all, for some.
I'd think it a good observation, and to trust your gut feeling. But there's no need to blame yourself for another's reaction.
...you know what, since you offer so kindly, I'll use you as a test run, see if I can manage to explain things in a way that makes sense.
[She won't spill all the beans because some of that can be for the post-trial thread, but here she goes!]
I found out...ghosts are real. As in, people and animals after death, wandering around people on the same plane of existence, possessing objects and going unseen.
[She pauses as if to gage reactions, see if she's taken as some crazy broad.
[It's a bit of a surprise to see people lingering anywhere near the trial space. But he recognizes the vibrancy of her hair a mile away when he approaches the wishing well, his approach cautious.]
[Lynne is slowly walking around, eyes on the ground and on the fence]
Guess I'm looking for certainty. Something to prove without a shadow of doubt Giyuu is telling the truth.
[She doesn't regret that he has been forgiven, but something keeps nagging at her. Some sort of instinct, so she's following it and trying to see what she can find]
[He gives some space at first. To cool his head, to keep that anger from whipping so violently, so sickly, in his stomach.
But it isn't long into the evening that Thancred slips his way to the jail, a quiet approach. He's not here for Yuki. It's the fiery red hair - gods, the red, why does it have to be red - taking his gaze.]
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WEEK ONE - MONDAY
RIP Lynne if you're doing anything specific when the door starts to creak open without a knock, though he'll at least pause the second he sees the lights are on.]
...Sorry, is anyone in?
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I knew it!
[She opens the door fully to see who has been assigned to this room too. Ah!]
It's you! The witch man.
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Ah, I thought I heard the vegetable girl. [His lips quirk slightly.]
You never did tell me if your efforts got you any secrets.
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[Lynne seems pretty eager to share info!]
Let me see...did you go into the houses at all? Do anything inside them?
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He nods, pocketing his key as he shuts the room door behind him, foregoing the seat to take a closer look around the main room. Strange layout... strange white box, over next to these cabinets...
Don't mind him looking over the fridge with a cautious eye as he talks, carefully opening it.]
Aye, that I did, though it wasn't for anything other than surveillance. Disturbing what was left behind felt more harmful than productive, especially without more knowledge of what had happened to leave everything so empty.
They weren't in a state of idle abandonment. Quite the opposite - they all looked well lived in. The strange light fixtures all seemed to work, and the plumbing still brought water. But whoever their former occupants were, they left in a hurry. Food was left on tables, items seemed to be dropped where they were with no efforts to collect them. No indication of who any of them were, or where. They were there, and then they left.
All of the timepieces were all stuck at the same reading, as well. No matter what house I found myself in, all seemed paused at the hour of six.
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Well I sure did more disturbing than surveillance. It's not like any of those houses were crime scenes, you know.
[Therefore they were free real estate, as far as she was concerned]
You know what was the weirdest thing? Every time I grabbed something and tried to keep it with me, I felt this nagging feeling of doing something very wrong. It's not even something like my conscience telling me I shouldn't, it's more like if I keep doing it, I'd get strangled or something. That sort of foreboding feeling.
But that didn't matter because the things I'd have taken just...just weren't there. Documents, pictures of owners, any signs of a homeowner's identity, they just weren't there. You know what's my opinion? The whole neighborhood, it was a set up. Like a theater piece! Think of it like that: a fake thing for us to be there.
[No wonder Lynne had been eager to share information. This indeed is something important for people to be aware of]
I talked to Childermass, and he thought there was magic involved. That I'm...less familiar with. But I agree with him. There probably is a lot of that.
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[Subterfuge AND a snoop, though. What are the chances. She's definitely got his full attention now.]
T'was the same I could figure as far as magic is concerned, yes. A shame we have no instruments to track if aether were involved.
For a time, it reminded me of the enchantments you might find in the fairy kingdom. Fond of playing tricks, setting out riddles and deceptively talented at trapping men in their games.
With that said, they are not very skilled at hiding their involvement. And I would not call them creatures who care for the subtleties of theatrics.
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[Well, who knows, maybe there are fairies involved. At this point, anything can happen]
This Beryl guy was telling me about leylines. Not sure if there's any of those around here but if there's any then maybe there really are fairies around here.
[True, fairies might not be all that subtle, but maybe those setting this up are weird like that. You never know!]
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I wouldn't focus too heavily on the fae. It's a familiarity, nothing more. Perhaps that might change.
[But first things first:]
...You said you're not familiar with magic, yes? How did that Beryl lad explain it to you?
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[Ah, seems she's got good memory, recalling and trying to give the words as Beryl said them]
"Mages can feel them and figure out if magecraft has been placed in the area". And then he called me a civilian, the nerve!
[She hasn't been a civilian since she passed the job exams!]
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Aye, not too dissimilar to aether and its currents, then. You can think of them as unseen rivers of energy.
Give him the benefit of the doubt for now. Perhaps access to that sort of knowledge is limited in his experience. If you'd shown confusion, jumping to the first reasonable conclusion would have only been natural. Rude, perhaps, but natural.
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[Lynne looks away]
But not really that experienced. I mean, I only knew about ghosts and that kinda thing the night before I appeared here.
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...]
Everyone has to start somewhere.
I've found that the biggest trick to truly keeping an open mind is realizing that no one's perception will ever quite match your own. It takes careful communication and honesty to receive it in return, and that may not happen quickly. Or at all, for some.
I'd think it a good observation, and to trust your gut feeling. But there's no need to blame yourself for another's reaction.
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[Maybe he, like others, doesn't know what a submarine is]
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[dang he likes you, girl, you better not die 500 times later]
Nothing much can keep you down, can it?
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[That's such boasting only Lynne can make]
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[thancred what are you talking about]
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[Like being willing to boast about this is the one defining trait for coolness]
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ramuda, somewhere: lame]
Hah! Well, while I won't deny that, I would like to hear more about what you've been up to sometime.
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But at the same time I think you all are likelier to believe me than anybody else where I came from.
[But yeah, Lynne is open with talking about what she was up to, sometime!]
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[His eyes soften slightly.]
There's no need to rush if you want to think about it first. But if all you wish is an ear to listen...
Well, I cannot promise to be perfect. [He wasn't for Ryne. He still regrets it.] But I will be here. All you have to do is ask.
Alright?
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[She won't spill all the beans because some of that can be for the post-trial thread, but here she goes!]
I found out...ghosts are real. As in, people and animals after death, wandering around people on the same plane of existence, possessing objects and going unseen.
[She pauses as if to gage reactions, see if she's taken as some crazy broad.
Final Fantasy XIV have ghosts too, I bet, haha]
WEEK ZERO - SATURDAY POST TRIAL
...Still looking for something?
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[Lynne is slowly walking around, eyes on the ground and on the fence]
Guess I'm looking for certainty. Something to prove without a shadow of doubt Giyuu is telling the truth.
[She doesn't regret that he has been forgiven, but something keeps nagging at her. Some sort of instinct, so she's following it and trying to see what she can find]
WEEK ONE - SATURDAY POST-TRIAL
But it isn't long into the evening that Thancred slips his way to the jail, a quiet approach. He's not here for Yuki. It's the fiery red hair - gods, the red, why does it have to be red - taking his gaze.]
...May I?
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[She says that but she's glad to see Thancred. Hi, roomie, fancy meeting you in the torture jail, how's it going]