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Who; Nida, OTA
What; September Catch-All
Where; Abandoned Manors, At the Harbor, At the Window of your room, Outside of the Pub
When; Early thru Mid September
Warnings; CW: Final TL includes references to alcohol abuse, and could lead to other topics such as suicide, death of loved ones, memory loss, and abandonment issues
1. Exploration is Nine Tenths | Abandoned Manors, OTA
If there was one thing that Nida had learned, it was the importance of keeping busy. Anything else and you just ended up going mad. Already he'd flirted too much with madness in his life. No, Nida wasn't risking that at all, especially when there were things to see and do.
There was currency in knowledge, and Nida was nothing if not a mercenary intelligence agent. Sure, he tried every day to kill the detachment of SeeD Nomura, but the boredom didn't help. So he found himself, in the early afternoons or when he was otherwise not busy, hopping fences, climbing walls, and otherwise slipping in to the various abandoned manors to explore.
And, senses heightened as they were by the magical spirit in his head, he could sense someone sneaking up on him. He turns on his heel quickly, wrist flicking in that just right way to get a tanbÅ to slide from the sheathe on his forearm, and thus under his coat, and into his hand.
"Who's there?"
2. Seaside Dreaming | The Harbor, OTA
Early mornings were the best time for this. Early mornings when the air was cool and the humidity was entirely from the proximity to the water and not it just lingering in the air. Early mornings where the bay is awash with dawn light. Yes, it's beautiful, and all at once it does and doesn't remind him of home. The other worlds never offered him this, never threatened him with constant reminders of Balamb Garden.
In the mornings he slipped from his room and braved the false dawn to find his way down to the harbor. From there it was a simple matter to go to his favorite stretch of the area, hopping along what were clearly once the pilings of a dock. Once he was out as far as possible he sat down carefully, balancing on the water-worn piling with remarkable ease given it wasn't that big of a piece of wood. But he seemed comfortable. For now.
Of course, a stiff breeze or an unexpected noise might well send him tumbling into the water. Good thing no one was going to sneak up on him, right?
3. Come To Your Window | Your Dorm Window, OTA
One thing people who had met Nida in previous worlds could tell anyone was that the man was prone to climbing. In the last world that had taken him, it was not at all uncommon for him to enter and exit the dorms through windows, climbing up and down with the ease that spoke of long experience. This evening was no different. Left to his own devices Nida had opted to keep his climbing skills up to snuff, which meant he had selected one of the dorms at random and started up the side of it. His goal?
He had seen from lower down a dorm room window with the light on and the curtains slightly parted. It takes a bit of time, but soon Nida was up at the level of the window, peeking through the curtains. And, if what he found included a familiar face, he rapped at it lightly with his finger tips, his arms crossed on the sill and his feet braced against the exterior wall to keep him up.
Strangers, however, might just be shocked to see a face in their window. How rude of him. He'll just move along. Please don't scream. Or, you know, come to the window and tell him off. He's not picky. Except about the not screaming thing.
4. Moment of Weakness | Outside of Pub, OTA [CW: References to alcohol abuse]
Night time is the worst. Once Nida used to love it. Made sense, he had been trained to be a man of the darkness, and his love of the evening sky was pretty intense. But... Ah, there was a key word, right? But. But he had lost so much. But he remembered now too many nights spent caught up in the work. But he didn't remember as many nights doing things in the other worlds. But the darkness always brought memories. But. But. But.
Tonight he stood outside of the tavern, watching the door, bathed in welcoming light. There had been a time when he would have no problem going in, slipping in and just embracing the offerings of the place. The companionship. The food. The drink. It called to him, even now. A glass to drown his sorrows. A glass to numb the pain. But from there it would be another glass. And another. And another until he had no funds and he had fallen back into a pit he'd worked so hard to climb out of.
"Hyne," he whispered under his breath as he watched the door open and close, disgorging another group of residents who had just finished a meal and drinking. "We need another damn place to eat in this town. Several."
Because each meal was a new temptation, and he didn't know how long he could last.
What; September Catch-All
Where; Abandoned Manors, At the Harbor, At the Window of your room, Outside of the Pub
When; Early thru Mid September
Warnings; CW: Final TL includes references to alcohol abuse, and could lead to other topics such as suicide, death of loved ones, memory loss, and abandonment issues
1. Exploration is Nine Tenths | Abandoned Manors, OTA
If there was one thing that Nida had learned, it was the importance of keeping busy. Anything else and you just ended up going mad. Already he'd flirted too much with madness in his life. No, Nida wasn't risking that at all, especially when there were things to see and do.
There was currency in knowledge, and Nida was nothing if not a mercenary intelligence agent. Sure, he tried every day to kill the detachment of SeeD Nomura, but the boredom didn't help. So he found himself, in the early afternoons or when he was otherwise not busy, hopping fences, climbing walls, and otherwise slipping in to the various abandoned manors to explore.
And, senses heightened as they were by the magical spirit in his head, he could sense someone sneaking up on him. He turns on his heel quickly, wrist flicking in that just right way to get a tanbÅ to slide from the sheathe on his forearm, and thus under his coat, and into his hand.
"Who's there?"
2. Seaside Dreaming | The Harbor, OTA
Early mornings were the best time for this. Early mornings when the air was cool and the humidity was entirely from the proximity to the water and not it just lingering in the air. Early mornings where the bay is awash with dawn light. Yes, it's beautiful, and all at once it does and doesn't remind him of home. The other worlds never offered him this, never threatened him with constant reminders of Balamb Garden.
In the mornings he slipped from his room and braved the false dawn to find his way down to the harbor. From there it was a simple matter to go to his favorite stretch of the area, hopping along what were clearly once the pilings of a dock. Once he was out as far as possible he sat down carefully, balancing on the water-worn piling with remarkable ease given it wasn't that big of a piece of wood. But he seemed comfortable. For now.
Of course, a stiff breeze or an unexpected noise might well send him tumbling into the water. Good thing no one was going to sneak up on him, right?
3. Come To Your Window | Your Dorm Window, OTA
One thing people who had met Nida in previous worlds could tell anyone was that the man was prone to climbing. In the last world that had taken him, it was not at all uncommon for him to enter and exit the dorms through windows, climbing up and down with the ease that spoke of long experience. This evening was no different. Left to his own devices Nida had opted to keep his climbing skills up to snuff, which meant he had selected one of the dorms at random and started up the side of it. His goal?
He had seen from lower down a dorm room window with the light on and the curtains slightly parted. It takes a bit of time, but soon Nida was up at the level of the window, peeking through the curtains. And, if what he found included a familiar face, he rapped at it lightly with his finger tips, his arms crossed on the sill and his feet braced against the exterior wall to keep him up.
Strangers, however, might just be shocked to see a face in their window. How rude of him. He'll just move along. Please don't scream. Or, you know, come to the window and tell him off. He's not picky. Except about the not screaming thing.
4. Moment of Weakness | Outside of Pub, OTA [CW: References to alcohol abuse]
Night time is the worst. Once Nida used to love it. Made sense, he had been trained to be a man of the darkness, and his love of the evening sky was pretty intense. But... Ah, there was a key word, right? But. But he had lost so much. But he remembered now too many nights spent caught up in the work. But he didn't remember as many nights doing things in the other worlds. But the darkness always brought memories. But. But. But.
Tonight he stood outside of the tavern, watching the door, bathed in welcoming light. There had been a time when he would have no problem going in, slipping in and just embracing the offerings of the place. The companionship. The food. The drink. It called to him, even now. A glass to drown his sorrows. A glass to numb the pain. But from there it would be another glass. And another. And another until he had no funds and he had fallen back into a pit he'd worked so hard to climb out of.
"Hyne," he whispered under his breath as he watched the door open and close, disgorging another group of residents who had just finished a meal and drinking. "We need another damn place to eat in this town. Several."
Because each meal was a new temptation, and he didn't know how long he could last.
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"Yeah, man. No drink. I've got water."
Because really, pubs aren't going to offer anything but alcohol and he... he can't. It was a line he couldn't step over.
"Thanks."
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With a nod at Nida he went inside and ordered what was asked for by Nida before reserving a table for himself. However, when it came to waiting for the meal to be prepared and cooked Ignis had sat there speaking to the chef talking a bit about recipes. And when did pay the bill, he paid with his own money after explaining about how karma was good to pay in advance. Not surprisingly the chef not only agreed but also said that if someone else came in to try and pay for this particular order they'd be refused.
Walking away with the requested food, Ignis smiled. He'd used that particular charisma to gain entrance to Altissia at Noct's request and they had no issues gaining entrance to the city. It still worked here in this place apparently and he brought the food out to Nida with the man's money pouch on top of it with all of the untouched funds still safely inside.
"I believe this is your order, so please enjoy both your dinner and your evening." the advisor said, before turning away to go back inside.
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So when Ignis comes back out he tries not to look too awkward.
"Thank you," Nida says, taking the pouch first, and frowning.
"Hey, this weighs the same," he grumbles as he pulls out some coins. Then the pouch goes back around his beck. "You've got to take these. Please. You've done me a serious favor."
Though he does take the food from Ignis.
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Leave it to Ignis to downplay everything he does as he always has.
He's relieved to see the food go but he's not quite sure what to do about the coins. So he makes no move to grasp them and folds his arms across his chest. "I'll accept them only if you help relieve me of the extra food I seem to make nightly. I can come by and drop it off at your door if you prefer."
Really Ignis makes too much food and needs help with it.
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Again Ignis leaves Nida staring. But for a moment, the smallest flicker of a moment, emotion dances on his face. Pain. Longing. Nostalgia. His brother had cooked for him, not that he could remember who the man he had given that title to was.
"Yeah, that's only happening if you let me clean dishes. That was the arrangement I had. Others would cook, I'd either do the dishes or the shopping. It... it worked. But, wait. If you can cook, why put out the money for the pub."
The pub that Nida, who cannot cook, has not gone into. Mystery.
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"I believe I can agree to those terms."
He's still a little shocked by it as he didn't expect anything out of the deal, but there was a smile at the question. "Call it a love of learning something new, so that is why I am going to dine there." This was how he learned recipehs on his journey to write in his book, along with his ability to modify and rename them.
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"If you've had one stew, you've had them all."
He had no clue what else they served. It had just been the first thing he'd seen the first time he'd come in and so he'd ordered it to have things go more quickly.
"Forgive me, but you're a strange man, Ignis."
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The strange earned a slight laugh, and there was no offense taken at all. "I suppose I must be considered as such. After all, we are from different worlds." But that didn't explain still some of the similarities.
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A more or less accurate statement. Actually, a less accurate statement in most ways. But hey, he made it.
"I'm keeping you from your meal, aren't I? I'm sorry."
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There was a brief headshake at the apology. "No harm done. Dinner is most often at six in the evening at my place. If that works for you, then I shall see you there at that time. Until then enjoy your evening and your supper."
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Now that was a bit of a weird thing. Perhaps weirder than denying clear hunger.
"Where in your dorm are you? I know color, but not the room.
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Ignis paused as he recalled he hadn't told Nida what room he was in so he would definitely get that situation corrected right now. "My apartment is B five." Purposefully the advisor had chosen his room away from the others for privacy and time to cope with being here and adjusting to it.
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Sorry, no, he's annoyed now.
"I can't take them in myself, Ignis," he says, his voice closer to a plea now. "I can't... I can't go in there tonight. At all."
Tonight he's weak. Tonight he's shaking. Tonight he craves something he shouldn't.
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He's really not sure what's going on in the other's head but it's worrying him. "Go home and enjoy your dinner. When you're done, drop them in front of my door and I'll see that they get taken care of."
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"Thank you. Pubs and I don't... get along."
And the specific weight on the word Pub, well, he should get it. Hopefully he does. Perhaps he shouldn't. But Nida hopes he does because he's not wrgon enough to say it, but he wants Ignis to understand just what he's done for Nida.
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"Have a good evening Nida." And with that, he turned and walked into the pub, still ready to learn as much as he could about local diets and food.
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