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[artificing]

Date & Time: 10/20; evening
Location: Around the Moonbase
Characters: Cyril Thackary & Open
Summary: Cy returns from a canon update
Warnings: Uh, language maybe?
Format: Prose to start but feel free to do whatever.

Well this was certainly unexpected. Sure, Cy remembered being on the Moonbase but it felt like ages ago when really it had only been four years, by his time, but it certainly felt longer. He was greeted with the whole welcome back spiel that wasn't too dissimilar to his original arrival. In fact, he was just as disorientated now as he was then, only it passed more quickly. After that he wasn't really sure what to do. It'd only been a couple days since he'd vanished back to his home world so everything of his should still be around but he didn't much feel like falling back into old routines. That was...beyond boring.

Instead he began to wander around, looking at things he hadn't really bothered to look at before. While he couldn't quite recall how everything on the base felt and smelled before somehow he felt it was all different. Then again, the whole world was different to him not that he was altered.

He paused in his exploration as that thought hit him...what was he supposed to do about feeding? He highly doubted anyone would be willing to just let him feed off them even if the bite felt good to most. Vitality could be brought from home but he'd been informed that wouldn't be something that could be done very often and he did need to feed at least once a day if he was going to be able to keep from simply killing people. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before shaking his head. He'll have to figure that out soon...


Sometime later Cy can be found in the simulation room training with his weapon. He still doesn't get how it works so he's more focused on his magic, flipping through his Grimoire and wondering if he's going to have enough reagents to last him a while. Occasionally he stopped reading to fiddle with wrench. He'd managed to make it change shape before but now he can't quite remember how he managed that.


((two options there, wandering around the Moonbase and the training rooms))

Comments

Training room

[bloodthirsts]

When Seras walked into the training room she hadn't realised it would be occupied and quickly stopped short once she did.

"Oh... beg your pardon, the door was unlocked and I didn't realise anyone was in here."

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Cy looked up from his book and shook his head. "It's no big deal. If you need the room to yourself I can go."

It'd just been empty and quiet when he stumbled across it so he figured he'd stay and study, maybe even see about getting his weapon to cooperate. At least if he got into anything that could be dangerous to others he was where he should be for that kind of stuff.

[bloodthirsts]

"No, no!" Seras quickly brought her hands up and shook her head. "It's honestly fine, I don't want to interrupt you. You look comfortable. If you don't mind sharing neither do I."

[artificing]

A small smile formed on his lips as he gave a slow nod. "Okay, then."

He turned back to Grimiore and turned the page, trying to read over it only to find himself a little distracted by Seras. He hadn't talked with a lot of other transports and he was rather curious about the weapons. "Um, if you don't mind me asking, what's your weapon?" He looked back over toward her, pale purple eyes watching her closely.

[bloodthirsts]

Seras took the oppurtunity to look more closely at the companion she'd found herself with. Her curiousity rose at the mans unusual appearance as well as that small bite at the edge of her senses. "My weapon? It's a cannon, single-shot breech loader. A bit big and um, bad for indoors usage."

[artificing]

Cy had, since his turning, grown used to people staring if they caught sight of his ears. Although his eyes had always been a strange colour so people staring at those usually went unnoticed by him. Perhaps if he'd inherited more than just telepathy from his Sire he'd be able to pick up on her curiosity; but alas, he didn't have any aura sensing abilities.

"Huh." He gave a thoughtful frown before picking up the metal wrench at his side. "Somehow this is my weapon... I managed to make it change into something else once but now I don't know how." He tossed the wrench up so that it spun a few times in the air before he caught it and set it back down.

[bloodthirsts]

"Oh that's curious." Seras said, taking a few steps further into the room and closer to him. "I brought mine with me at home and they did their... whatever it was they did to it. I suppose at the least yours would be good for bashing enemies with?"

It's a lame quip but she's said it now. "Well, what were you doing at the time it changed before?"

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Cy looked back down at his wrench. Good for bashing people's heads? Perhaps, although it wasn't very big so at most he might just really annoy someone. "I suppose."

His lips twist into a frown and a thoughtful look passes over his features before he shook his head. "I don't really remember what I was doing. Which, of course, doesn't help at all." He gave a helpless little laugh and looked back over to Seras. "But I'm sure I'll figure it out...eventually."

[bloodthirsts]

"I'm sure. Perhaps if you're ever in a real combat situation. Do you ever spar with anyone?" she said thoughtfully.

[artificing]

"I...no. I wasn't here very long before going back home so I never really got around to it." He'd been in Exsilium for maybe a month, long enough to go through the evacuation deal. But then not long after reaching the moonbase he ended up back home for about four years.

"It's probably something I should do, huh? I mean...I do have more than just this weapon that I need to work on." He'd done a bit of sparring back home but that was mostly with his sire or anyone within the Coterie that wanted to let off some steam. Although there'd been plenty of times he'd gone and picked a fight with someone bigger and stronger just to test his limits. He had found his limits were kind of shitty without some training.