[Some Horrible Amalgamation Of I./II.] [...Well, okay.
Arthur isn't entirely sure when his thought process shifted to "surely the authorities have this" to "the authorities definitely don't have this", much less why he feels like he should probably do something about it - he has no experience with fire, he has no reason to think that he is going to be capable of doing much against this much fire, but at the same time, the longer he looks at the flames, the more his conscience won't leave him be regarding them.
Except the more he's at this fucking Johnny Cash song gone horribly wrong, the more things seem...strange? Not the firewall itself (...okay, that also seems pretty damn wrong, but details); rather, it's the methods being used to put them out. He's known since before he was on the app that some people are just a little different and that's fine; in fact, up until now he had been pretty sure that they'd always been that way. But seeing it in action now is kind of...
It's kind of.
He can tell himself all he wants that this is something to be worried about that later, but it's all a little difficult to ignore; as such, he's not unwilling to spend some time just gravitating a bit toward those doing anything that may be vaguely interesting in putting the fires out. He's pretty average-seeming for the most part, dressed plainly with long auburn hair tied back, but his expression is pretty analytical, if blankly so. As though trying to sort out exactly how you're doing that.]
[IVa.] [Of course, there's also the matter of the...well, he supposes it's either a terribly-veiled threat or a uselessly vague warning, if he thinks about it for a moment, but after a while he just...]
From the sound of whomever Z.C. is, it seems as though some of us are being targeted for some reason. His wording, not mine.
I don't understand why someone would be targeting me. I work at the college, so it's not a high-risk profession; I don't have any enemies that I know of, especially none that would seek to target me in any way.
If anyone has any information regarding why someone would be singling me - or any others, I suppose - out, it would be greatly appreciated. As it stands, this is either a poorly-veiled threat or a pointlessly vague warning.
[IVb.] [On the sliding scale of how surreal Arthur's life has been lately, over the past few days it's gone very rapidly from "I hope the local authorities aren't having too much trouble with the fires lately" to "it's good to see that things are just a few melty clocks away from a Salvador Dali painting." Case in point: he was reading, and then the ground was opening up like he'd just personally punched Moses in the face, and now he's here with a friendly reminder that there are creatures in the ocean the size of buildings for company and very little else.
Things have been a little weird lately, just saying.
That said, he doesn't seem...too concerned? He seems to have resigned himself to pacing the barren space to try to get his bearings after the drop; after a while he just...stops, and he cocks his head back to look at the cracked sky.
Judging by his facial expression, if there are any answers up there, they're looking pretty lackluster.]
...I see.
[...Of all things he could have said, he has gone with the two-word version of "I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed."]
arthur crowe (artorius collbrande) | tales of berseria (TDM)
[...Well, okay.
Arthur isn't entirely sure when his thought process shifted to "surely the authorities have this" to "the authorities definitely don't have this", much less why he feels like he should probably do something about it - he has no experience with fire, he has no reason to think that he is going to be capable of doing much against this much fire, but at the same time, the longer he looks at the flames, the more his conscience won't leave him be regarding them.
Except the more he's at this fucking Johnny Cash song gone horribly wrong, the more things seem...strange? Not the firewall itself (...okay, that also seems pretty damn wrong, but details); rather, it's the methods being used to put them out. He's known since before he was on the app that some people are just a little different and that's fine; in fact, up until now he had been pretty sure that they'd always been that way. But seeing it in action now is kind of...
It's kind of.
He can tell himself all he wants that this is something to be worried about that later, but it's all a little difficult to ignore; as such, he's not unwilling to spend some time just gravitating a bit toward those doing anything that may be vaguely interesting in putting the fires out. He's pretty average-seeming for the most part, dressed plainly with long auburn hair tied back, but his expression is pretty analytical, if blankly so. As though trying to sort out exactly how you're doing that.]
[IVa.]
[Of course, there's also the matter of the...well, he supposes it's either a terribly-veiled threat or a uselessly vague warning, if he thinks about it for a moment, but after a while he just...]
From the sound of whomever Z.C. is, it seems as though some of us are being targeted for some reason. His wording, not mine.
I don't understand why someone would be targeting me. I work at the college, so it's not a high-risk profession; I don't have any enemies that I know of, especially none that would seek to target me in any way.
If anyone has any information regarding why someone would be singling me - or any others, I suppose - out, it would be greatly appreciated. As it stands, this is either a poorly-veiled threat or a pointlessly vague warning.
[IVb.]
[On the sliding scale of how surreal Arthur's life has been lately, over the past few days it's gone very rapidly from "I hope the local authorities aren't having too much trouble with the fires lately" to "it's good to see that things are just a few melty clocks away from a Salvador Dali painting." Case in point: he was reading, and then the ground was opening up like he'd just personally punched Moses in the face, and now he's here with a friendly reminder that there are creatures in the ocean the size of buildings for company and very little else.
Things have been a little weird lately, just saying.
That said, he doesn't seem...too concerned? He seems to have resigned himself to pacing the barren space to try to get his bearings after the drop; after a while he just...stops, and he cocks his head back to look at the cracked sky.
Judging by his facial expression, if there are any answers up there, they're looking pretty lackluster.]
...I see.
[...Of all things he could have said, he has gone with the two-word version of "I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed."]