AU info- Miller has always lived in Aldrip - He had a wife, but she passed away in some kind of accident a very long time ago and he still lives in the house they lived in together - Aldrip is a super peaceful place, but he takes keeping it that way seriously - He does mercenary work mostly, but is an easy hire for pretty much any task that requires hard labor and has good rapport with the majority of authority figures in Aldrip and local shopkeeps, etc, and a lot of helping he does at least specifically in Aldrip is just because he wants to, not to get paid - He travels between Aldrip and the other nearby cities/towns with regularity for various jobs - He has a lot of Aldrip pride... this place is the best after all! ...Am I right, guys? - Though please note that even if he does a lot of altruistic things, the general attitude kept is still a very serious, no nonsense one... Doesn't this guy take patrolling around a little too seriously for a place where nothing bad ever happens? Probably! You know the kind of scary old guy that hooligans dare each other to mess with? Yeah, that's basically him.
Feel free to assume your character knows him even if they don’t know each other well. Considering his age and the amount of time he (thinks) he's been there, he's likely to be familiar with most people that have lived in Aldrip a long time, at least in passing. And if you want to assume anything more specific, I'm totally down! Comment on my plotting comment or PP me @ shomonkai. i. [ Having freshly returned from a job on the northern end of the continent, Miller is relieved to take a load off at the busy casino. In fact, it's so fresh that he's still carrying a rucksack and has his gun holstered to his side. Those things and a dirty pair of boots aside though, with the way that he leans into the wall at the furthest seat bar-side and leisurely removes his gloves before his first drink is served, it's clear that he’s intending to settle in for a good long while.
Those that he recognizes warrant a friendly greeting. ]
Hey! It's been awhile!
[ Anyone he doesn't will still get a question directed to them if they take a seat themselves. ]
Is it just me, or is this place new?
[ He has been gone for a little while, but he thinks he just must have missed this building being constructed, right? It couldn't have popped up that fast. ]
ii. [ The passage of time is uncertain here. As he moves through the stone maze, hand tracing the geometric sides of a seemingly impenetrable corridor, his mind feels as foggy as the space around him. His limbs are heavy and his breathing is restricted, as though perceiving that he wears a heavy, armored suit despite the difficult to visualize but apparent sight of his bare hand on the slab.
Yet somehow, the disorientation isn't fear-inducing. It feels expected, like there is some clear reason that he should continue moving forward.
He sees there are black, undulating bodies that appear for only a split second as through a pane of glass. Their faces are incomprehensible, like a figment of his imagination inside of another, too far removed to remember. But the sound of what he understands to be their voices, all melded together into one mechanical whisper, is different. It rings in his head like a flash grenade's gone off.
Error... Redundant process found... Purging content...
He awakens with a cold sweat on his brow. The room he sleeps in is the same as always. A picture of his wife staring at him from beneath a ticking clock. A folded stack of out of place clothing that hasn't been put away yet. Birds chirping from outside.
It takes him a while to shake the dream off, but eventually he does, and goes about his daily business. It isn't until late in the afternoon that the uneasiness returns, shifting its form. Outside of City Hall, a small vial is sitting conspicuously on the last step leading to its entrance, and against the better judgment of explaining it away as some drug user's trash, it stands out to Miller so garishly that he can't look away. He keeps moving forward until he's reaching down to grab it, the feeling of dread overshadowed by a need to examine the item.
"Wait! You can't go outside without anti-rad!"
A child's voice is echoing in his mind. As he witnesses the memory it prompts, his eyes remain fixed on the vial in his palm — but unless someone was to pass by long enough to witness the item before it's gone, he appears to be looking at nothing. Standing on the steps of City Hall with a dumbfounded stare and an outstretched hand.
When he comes to, he immediately starts pacing, rubbing a hand anxiously to his forehead and talking under his breath. ]
What was that...? Who was that...?
iii. Wildcard [ For anything else! He can be found just about anywhere in Aldrip. Your character could hire him for a job or happen to be hired for the same job as him. He'll volunteer some time helping break geodes open for others. If your character is being a nuisance, he can come scold them, lmao. Whatever! I'm also happy to write custom starters if anyone has a particular type of thread in mind, just lmk. ]
[ In the days that follow witnessing his first memory, Miller is noticeably more uptight. He's quick to the draw, seemingly overly vigilant in response to any mundane thing that might normally lightly annoy him. While he's extra alert to any perceived suspicious behavior from others in town, it doesn't exactly take a keen eye to notice that something is very off when he runs into Toph on the street on this particular afternoon.
Her stride is full, with a confidence that would seem unsafe if it weren't for the fact that she seems to be staying clear of hazards just fine. As she's about to pass him by, he stops her with a hand to the shoulder. ]
Whoa! What are you doing, young lady? Is everything okay?
[ Actually, that's the weird part. It seems like everything is totally okay. ]
[ Toph isn't sensitive enough to recognize people through her earthbending senses yet, so she doesn't know it's him nearby until he calls out. She immediately stops short and redirects to talk to him, eager. ]
Everything's fine. It's great! Well, it's great for me. Have you seen anything weird lately?
[ He's such a nosy law-abiding do-gooder, he's bound to have run into something, and Toph wants to collect all the evidence she can. ]
[ Which isn't to say that he's not happy to see it, in a way, but although he quickly releases the touch to her shoulder, there is a clear indication that he points it out because he's concerned that she's acting this way out on her lonesome. What changed?
It doesn't have to do with the strange goings-on in town recently, does it...? Speaking of, his tone in response to being asked about that is pretty guarded. ]
The only "weird" thing I've seen is that a bunch of hooligans are stealing whatever they can get their hands on. Not even just valuables. All kinds of nonsense. You don't know anything about that, do you?
[ It's not a personal accusation exactly, more like he wonders if she might know the type of people who would fit the bill. ]
[ It's such a diplomatic way to put it, but Toph sees through it immediately. She smirks, deciding to answer his question before she gets to hers. ]
That's because I am. But no, I don't know anything about that. [ She shrugs truthfully and then goes on, utterly shameless: ] We pretty much just make problems for people who deserve it. Nobody I know would bother people at random.
[ ... Huh, maybe that's related. Toph wouldn't think so but she doesn't really know anything about why this is happening, just that it is. ]
[ Diplomatic is one way to put it, yes. But he knows Toph. She and her friends may frequently be involved their own brand of nonsense, something that he occasionally feels the need to intervene on, but he wouldn't expect this—at least not unless there was some reason for it. So, given her honest reply, he's quick to believe her. ]
I figured as much. Admittedly, some of the things going missing are a little too... big to have been snatched up anyway. At first, it seemed like an accident, things being misplaced — but there have been too many reports.
[ Not to mention that it just seems to be a town-wide addition to the hallucinations, but he's trying to pretend that isn't happening. ]
[ There's nothing really cruel about anything Toph and her friends get up to. It's largely small town antics, and occasionally they piss somebody off and laugh about it, but not because they actually hurt anybody. Stealing things from someone who can't afford to lose it counts as hurting in her book. ]
Wow, that is weird. I was actually looking for you because I figured if something was going down, you'd know about it.
[ And she was right. ]
I don't know how to explain it, but something happened and now I can see. Sort of. I'm still blind, but it's like I can hear everything around me through the ground. That's how I'm getting around on my own!
[ From what Minato's seen of Miller, the man's rather sharp. Alert. Attuned to his surroundings. It's what makes the sight of the man staring at his outstretched hand so bizarre. The man stands there unmoving, even as Minato cants his head and observes him long enough for most people to notice.
He wanders over, pausing a few feet away from the distressed man. ]
...Mister Miller?
[ Minato speaks softly, as though he were addressing a wounded animal.
He only recalls the man's name because Miller had stumbled upon him wandering some suspicious backstreets that no high school student should be frequenting late at night. Minato had gone home that night earlier than he would have liked, but only after a stern talking-to by the man. ]
[ He remembers Minato. He hadn't thought much of the encounter at the time. After all, he's hardly the first high school student who wanted to get a taste of the nightlife in recent times. But he doesn't expect to see him here, and as the first real solid thing to pull him back into the physical world, when he first raises his head to look at him, he processes it fuzzily. Like the face of the boy from his vision is briefly filtered over his until he places where he saw him before.
He groans, rubbing at an eye with his palm as if to brush that thought away with finality before he stands up straight again. ]
I'm fine. Sorry.
[ Though he's not sure why he's apologizing. Maybe just for how strange he's sure that must have looked. Either way, the attitude shift from the previous night is rather stark.
Considering he's still not even sure what happened, it's hard to give an explanation, but he feels that he owes one now, even if the attempt comes out a little disjointed. ]
I thought I saw something sitting at the bottom of the steps here... You didn't see anything, did you?
[ He shakes his head. The gesture serves to acknowledge Miller's apology and respond to his question. ]
No. Just you.
[ Based on his demeanor, whatever Miller thought he'd seen must have been distressing. The man had been firm, stern in his words that other night. Now, it's as though he might jump a bit at his own shadow. ]
...did you see something?
[ Of course he'd seen something. Why else would Miller be asking that question? Nevertheless, Minato carefully lays an option before Miller, one where he can disclose what was on his mind.
And if not, he's polite enough to also offer an out: ]
It's because this is one of your patrol routes, isn't it?
[ That's what Miller was doing here, just checking for suspicious items to keep Aldrip safe and not dissociating about a life he might have known, right? ]
[ Confusing, distressing, you name it. Coming out of that dream he'd had, not to mention the shifting and changing of the town as they know it, it was already becoming difficult to deny the reality setting in on him before this. But now he's really come to a crossroads of either recognizing that he's losing his mind, or that something is just not right. And as much as he doesn't want to admit to the second one, he's always stubbornly clung to the same accepted truths, and never once struggled to know who he is.
Which makes it seem much more likely it is not the first. He sighs, then hesitates for a moment. ]
Well... yes, it is, but you're right.
[ That he saw something. As much as he'd like to take the out, he's not compelled to lie just to save face. That might come later, for a different reason albeit, but no, it's too fresh to deny it. ]
Bear with me. I know this is going to sound crazy. I thought I saw a vial there. I'd never seen it before. Had the initials "ZE." Once it was in my hand, it was like I'd been transported to someplace else... Like the whole world had shifted.
[ Fortunately for Miller, Minato's heard plenty of crazy things. However, this nugget of information isn't that strange because: ]
Oh. It's not crazy. It's happened to me too.
[ Like the time he'd stumbled upon that red armband with the letters S.E.E.S. stitched into it in black embroidery. ]
Or maybe we're both crazy.
[ He offers Miller a noncommittal shrug. His earlier statements were voiced with an equal amount of casualness.
Minato shuffles a bit away from Miller and takes a seat on one of the steps. Rather than putting distance between the two of them, it's an invitation for the other man to sit as well. ]
[ That response stops him in his tracks. Obviously the chance that they're both crazy is not nonzero given the situation, but with this already long day of grappling with dreams and hallucinations, it's difficult not to hope that it means something else.
Not that it's much better.
If this is something happening to them, then what exactly is happening here? He's been aimlessly trying to chase down the thieves stealing from all over town even when he knows for a fact that the entire butcher shop disappearing cannot be the work of a person. Something is wrong. When he realizes it's useless to keep denying it, he suddenly feels more calm. ]
I see...
[ He takes a few more paces, crossing his arms, but then decides to take the implied seat next to Minato on the steps. ]
I'm not sure either, but in the vision I saw, there was a young boy telling me to take it. He called it "anti-rad." Myself and another man in thick armor were gearing up, preparing ammunition... Did you see something like that, too?
[She shouldn't be here. But no one had stopped her from entering the building, nor had the bartenders refused to serve her(Juice). It was very different to the bookstore she worked in. Very colourful.
And loud... But it didn't feel unfamiliar. Despite how out of place the scrawny teen in a sweater vest might have looked, her feed didn't even reach the floor from her barstool.]
It's new. It opened one day in the week, without any advertising.
[She'd not even seen workers here.]
It's curious. I don't believe there was a building here to be refurbished, but I'd have noticed if a new one was being constructed.
[ As an overly concerned citizen, he would usually take it upon himself to comment about her being here underage—but he did notice she ordered a juice, so for the moment, he's letting it slide for the sake of asking the nearest sober-looking person about this questionable establishment.
More questionable every second! He frowns, narrowing his eyes. ]
So, you think this was somehow built over the course of a single night? That can't be possible.
[ It may be small, but the inside is pretty decked out to consider something like that. ]
[She felt distinctly like someone should have stopped her. But no one had. They'd not even looked, as if the idea of someone misbehaving had never occurred the staff.
Naoto was fine with it. It meant she could observe without being bothered. Though she couldn't say why the place was so intriguing to her.]
Exactly. But there have been other occurrences as of late... If you ask the barstaff, they'll act as if it's always been here.
That's... [ Well, it's concerning. But there has to be a logical explanation for it, right? Given the infraction about letting anyone sit here at the bar, his first instinct is to blame management. ] Just who is running this place?
[ But he did notice something else that she said. ]
I've not been able to find out. When I asked, I was just told that they're not in. [She shrugged. It really was odd. Especially given not everyone was noticing it. ]
Things have been going missing for a while now. Most notably, the butchers. The building, it's staff, it disappeared overnight.
[ Of course that is the part that seems to be bothering him... not that it just adds to how little sense the entire set-up makes. But he figures that surely if they were in, there would at least be someone to question.
To be honest though, it's not the first he's heard about the butcher shop. He went and investigated himself even, so he probably shouldn't be as frustrated by this topic as he seems to be. Either way, here he is stirring his drink up with agitation. ]
You're right. I can't understand it myself. Even if they'd decided to up and leave, there's no reason that the shop would just be gone. And not everyone seems to remember it was even there.
[From...whatever it was Miller did out there. Maybe fighting monsters or just doing manual labor. Levi wasn't really sure because, quite frankly, he didn't care.]
[ There certainly wasn't any before he left town which is why he asked... but who knows? Maybe there was some great crunch put towards getting this place running. He can't say he understands why even if he enjoys the atmosphere.
But anyway. ]
I don't know if I should consider that a good thing. [ His "same old" that is. ] The job went fine. They needed more hands to haul back some of the rocks from Lorentia. Have you checked that out yet?
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AU info
- Miller has always lived in Aldrip- He had a wife, but she passed away in some kind of accident a very long time ago and he still lives in the house they lived in together
- Aldrip is a super peaceful place, but he takes keeping it that way seriously
- He does mercenary work mostly, but is an easy hire for pretty much any task that requires hard labor and has good rapport with the majority of authority figures in Aldrip and local shopkeeps, etc, and a lot of helping he does at least specifically in Aldrip is just because he wants to, not to get paid
- He travels between Aldrip and the other nearby cities/towns with regularity for various jobs
- He has a lot of Aldrip pride... this place is the best after all! ...Am I right, guys?
- Though please note that even if he does a lot of altruistic things, the general attitude kept is still a very serious, no nonsense one... Doesn't this guy take patrolling around a little too seriously for a place where nothing bad ever happens? Probably! You know the kind of scary old guy that hooligans dare each other to mess with? Yeah, that's basically him.
Feel free to assume your character knows him even if they don’t know each other well. Considering his age and the amount of time he (thinks) he's been there, he's likely to be familiar with most people that have lived in Aldrip a long time, at least in passing. And if you want to assume anything more specific, I'm totally down! Comment on my plotting comment or PP me @
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[ Having freshly returned from a job on the northern end of the continent, Miller is relieved to take a load off at the busy casino. In fact, it's so fresh that he's still carrying a rucksack and has his gun holstered to his side. Those things and a dirty pair of boots aside though, with the way that he leans into the wall at the furthest seat bar-side and leisurely removes his gloves before his first drink is served, it's clear that he’s intending to settle in for a good long while.
Those that he recognizes warrant a friendly greeting. ]
Hey! It's been awhile!
[ Anyone he doesn't will still get a question directed to them if they take a seat themselves. ]
Is it just me, or is this place new?
[ He has been gone for a little while, but he thinks he just must have missed this building being constructed, right? It couldn't have popped up that fast. ]
ii.
[ The passage of time is uncertain here. As he moves through the stone maze, hand tracing the geometric sides of a seemingly impenetrable corridor, his mind feels as foggy as the space around him. His limbs are heavy and his breathing is restricted, as though perceiving that he wears a heavy, armored suit despite the difficult to visualize but apparent sight of his bare hand on the slab.
Yet somehow, the disorientation isn't fear-inducing. It feels expected, like there is some clear reason that he should continue moving forward.
He sees there are black, undulating bodies that appear for only a split second as through a pane of glass. Their faces are incomprehensible, like a figment of his imagination inside of another, too far removed to remember. But the sound of what he understands to be their voices, all melded together into one mechanical whisper, is different. It rings in his head like a flash grenade's gone off.
Error... Redundant process found... Purging content...
He awakens with a cold sweat on his brow. The room he sleeps in is the same as always. A picture of his wife staring at him from beneath a ticking clock. A folded stack of out of place clothing that hasn't been put away yet. Birds chirping from outside.
It takes him a while to shake the dream off, but eventually he does, and goes about his daily business. It isn't until late in the afternoon that the uneasiness returns, shifting its form. Outside of City Hall, a small vial is sitting conspicuously on the last step leading to its entrance, and against the better judgment of explaining it away as some drug user's trash, it stands out to Miller so garishly that he can't look away. He keeps moving forward until he's reaching down to grab it, the feeling of dread overshadowed by a need to examine the item.
"Wait! You can't go outside without anti-rad!"
A child's voice is echoing in his mind. As he witnesses the memory it prompts, his eyes remain fixed on the vial in his palm — but unless someone was to pass by long enough to witness the item before it's gone, he appears to be looking at nothing. Standing on the steps of City Hall with a dumbfounded stare and an outstretched hand.
When he comes to, he immediately starts pacing, rubbing a hand anxiously to his forehead and talking under his breath. ]
What was that...? Who was that...?
iii. Wildcard
[ For anything else! He can be found just about anywhere in Aldrip. Your character could hire him for a job or happen to be hired for the same job as him. He'll volunteer some time helping break geodes open for others. If your character is being a nuisance, he can come scold them, lmao. Whatever! I'm also happy to write custom starters if anyone has a particular type of thread in mind, just lmk. ]
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Her stride is full, with a confidence that would seem unsafe if it weren't for the fact that she seems to be staying clear of hazards just fine. As she's about to pass him by, he stops her with a hand to the shoulder. ]
Whoa! What are you doing, young lady? Is everything okay?
[ Actually, that's the weird part. It seems like everything is totally okay. ]
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[ Toph isn't sensitive enough to recognize people through her earthbending senses yet, so she doesn't know it's him nearby until he calls out. She immediately stops short and redirects to talk to him, eager. ]
Everything's fine. It's great! Well, it's great for me. Have you seen anything weird lately?
[ He's such a nosy law-abiding do-gooder, he's bound to have run into something, and Toph wants to collect all the evidence she can. ]
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[ Which isn't to say that he's not happy to see it, in a way, but although he quickly releases the touch to her shoulder, there is a clear indication that he points it out because he's concerned that she's acting this way out on her lonesome. What changed?
It doesn't have to do with the strange goings-on in town recently, does it...? Speaking of, his tone in response to being asked about that is pretty guarded. ]
The only "weird" thing I've seen is that a bunch of hooligans are stealing whatever they can get their hands on. Not even just valuables. All kinds of nonsense. You don't know anything about that, do you?
[ It's not a personal accusation exactly, more like he wonders if she might know the type of people who would fit the bill. ]
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That's because I am. But no, I don't know anything about that. [ She shrugs truthfully and then goes on, utterly shameless: ] We pretty much just make problems for people who deserve it. Nobody I know would bother people at random.
[ ... Huh, maybe that's related. Toph wouldn't think so but she doesn't really know anything about why this is happening, just that it is. ]
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I figured as much. Admittedly, some of the things going missing are a little too... big to have been snatched up anyway. At first, it seemed like an accident, things being misplaced — but there have been too many reports.
[ Not to mention that it just seems to be a town-wide addition to the hallucinations, but he's trying to pretend that isn't happening. ]
Why do you ask? Did you see something?
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Wow, that is weird. I was actually looking for you because I figured if something was going down, you'd know about it.
[ And she was right. ]
I don't know how to explain it, but something happened and now I can see. Sort of. I'm still blind, but it's like I can hear everything around me through the ground. That's how I'm getting around on my own!
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He wanders over, pausing a few feet away from the distressed man. ]
...Mister Miller?
[ Minato speaks softly, as though he were addressing a wounded animal.
He only recalls the man's name because Miller had stumbled upon him wandering some suspicious backstreets that no high school student should be frequenting late at night. Minato had gone home that night earlier than he would have liked, but only after a stern talking-to by the man. ]
Are you okay?
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He groans, rubbing at an eye with his palm as if to brush that thought away with finality before he stands up straight again. ]
I'm fine. Sorry.
[ Though he's not sure why he's apologizing. Maybe just for how strange he's sure that must have looked. Either way, the attitude shift from the previous night is rather stark.
Considering he's still not even sure what happened, it's hard to give an explanation, but he feels that he owes one now, even if the attempt comes out a little disjointed. ]
I thought I saw something sitting at the bottom of the steps here... You didn't see anything, did you?
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No. Just you.
[ Based on his demeanor, whatever Miller thought he'd seen must have been distressing. The man had been firm, stern in his words that other night. Now, it's as though he might jump a bit at his own shadow. ]
...did you see something?
[ Of course he'd seen something. Why else would Miller be asking that question? Nevertheless, Minato carefully lays an option before Miller, one where he can disclose what was on his mind.
And if not, he's polite enough to also offer an out: ]
It's because this is one of your patrol routes, isn't it?
[ That's what Miller was doing here, just checking for suspicious items to keep Aldrip safe and not dissociating about a life he might have known, right? ]
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Which makes it seem much more likely it is not the first. He sighs, then hesitates for a moment. ]
Well... yes, it is, but you're right.
[ That he saw something. As much as he'd like to take the out, he's not compelled to lie just to save face. That might come later, for a different reason albeit, but no, it's too fresh to deny it. ]
Bear with me. I know this is going to sound crazy. I thought I saw a vial there. I'd never seen it before. Had the initials "ZE." Once it was in my hand, it was like I'd been transported to someplace else... Like the whole world had shifted.
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Oh. It's not crazy. It's happened to me too.
[ Like the time he'd stumbled upon that red armband with the letters S.E.E.S. stitched into it in black embroidery. ]
Or maybe we're both crazy.
[ He offers Miller a noncommittal shrug. His earlier statements were voiced with an equal amount of casualness.
Minato shuffles a bit away from Miller and takes a seat on one of the steps. Rather than putting distance between the two of them, it's an invitation for the other man to sit as well. ]
I don't think I know what "ZE" could be though.
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Not that it's much better.
If this is something happening to them, then what exactly is happening here? He's been aimlessly trying to chase down the thieves stealing from all over town even when he knows for a fact that the entire butcher shop disappearing cannot be the work of a person. Something is wrong. When he realizes it's useless to keep denying it, he suddenly feels more calm. ]
I see...
[ He takes a few more paces, crossing his arms, but then decides to take the implied seat next to Minato on the steps. ]
I'm not sure either, but in the vision I saw, there was a young boy telling me to take it. He called it "anti-rad." Myself and another man in thick armor were gearing up, preparing ammunition... Did you see something like that, too?
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And loud... But it didn't feel unfamiliar. Despite how out of place the scrawny teen in a sweater vest might have looked, her feed didn't even reach the floor from her barstool.]
It's new. It opened one day in the week, without any advertising.
[She'd not even seen workers here.]
It's curious. I don't believe there was a building here to be refurbished, but I'd have noticed if a new one was being constructed.
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More questionable every second! He frowns, narrowing his eyes. ]
So, you think this was somehow built over the course of a single night? That can't be possible.
[ It may be small, but the inside is pretty decked out to consider something like that. ]
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Naoto was fine with it. It meant she could observe without being bothered. Though she couldn't say why the place was so intriguing to her.]
Exactly. But there have been other occurrences as of late... If you ask the barstaff, they'll act as if it's always been here.
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[ But he did notice something else that she said. ]
And what do you mean "other occurrences?"
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Things have been going missing for a while now. Most notably, the butchers. The building, it's staff, it disappeared overnight.
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[ Of course that is the part that seems to be bothering him... not that it just adds to how little sense the entire set-up makes. But he figures that surely if they were in, there would at least be someone to question.
To be honest though, it's not the first he's heard about the butcher shop. He went and investigated himself even, so he probably shouldn't be as frustrated by this topic as he seems to be. Either way, here he is stirring his drink up with agitation. ]
You're right. I can't understand it myself. Even if they'd decided to up and leave, there's no reason that the shop would just be gone. And not everyone seems to remember it was even there.
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Yeah, you just get back in town?
[From...whatever it was Miller did out there. Maybe fighting monsters or just doing manual labor. Levi wasn't really sure because, quite frankly, he didn't care.]
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I did. And I've got to say, they really built this place in record time.
[ He wasn't gone that long, after all. ]
How have you been holding up?
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[Of course not literally overnight, but he doesn't really remember there being much construction.
He shrugs.]
Fine. Same old same out. I guess your, uh, thing went well?
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But anyway. ]
I don't know if I should consider that a good thing. [ His "same old" that is. ] The job went fine. They needed more hands to haul back some of the rocks from Lorentia. Have you checked that out yet?
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It's fun, something to break up the monotony of this place.
[Perfect was boring.
He rolls his eyes at the suggestion. ]
No. I'm good without hauling rocks around.
[Levi is really bad with money, so perhaps he should be looking into that instead of hanging out at the casinos but whatever.]
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I meant the reason they're bringing the rocks in. They're doing some sort of game where you can win prizes if you break them open and find one inside.
[ But now that he mentions it. ]
It would be good for you to pick up a hobby.
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