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"Hello, you've reached Arenvald. If I'm doing this right,
you should be able to leave me a message."

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action; supercenter

[flyingsolos]

[ Rion is obviously not wasting time in taking advantage of a massive shopping place like this. She'd gotten hired on as a greeter fairly early into their arrival once she'd realized she was going to have to earn credits herself.

Worth it, really. Today, though, she's already finished her shift and is just about to head back to the hostel, but that... is definitely a familiar face lurking near one of the stores. ]

Arenvald! Hey!

[paladorable]

[ Arenvald's default state of being since arriving here has pretty much been: :O :O?? :O!! :OOO

So Rion catches him gawping at a storefront, in awe at the sheer variety of things inside. Thank the gods for his fellow Circle members, the familiar faces are a nice break from all of the... everything about this place, and it's good to have people to help explain things. ]

Hello there Rion! What are you doing here?

7/15; voice

[bleps]

[This message comes somewhat out of the blue, but it's important enough that Connor feels the need to reach out to someone with whom he's carved out a small sense of camaraderie with.]

Arenvald, I need-

[A pause. He exhales, his voice sounding more tired, yet laced with more urgency than before.]

I need to see you when you have the chance.

[paladorable]

[ Arenvald has been wanting to talk to Connor for a bit now, but he hasn’t seen his friend around and so just assumed he was probably busy. The watches are still new enough that he doesn’t even think to use them to reach out, and instead is surprised when Connor’s voice starts coming through it.

The response is a little delayed, if only because it takes him a bit to figure out how to work the damn thing. ]

Connor? Are you all right?

post-storm

[purrtagonist]

[when the storm disperses and things finally start to settle down, Akira spends most of his time hanging around the medical tent. partially because he needed a bit of medical attention himself (nothing serious; minor scrapes and bruises acquired from flying debris), but also because it seems like a good, centralized location for him to meet up with the other circle members]

[to meet up with them, and make sure that they're okay]

[for every familiar face that passes by, Akira lifts his head and gives them a slight, subtle nod. and, in Arenvald's case, he greets him with--]

Nice weather we're having today, huh?

[-- a really stupid joke]

[paladorable]

[ Arenvald has been taking stock of familiar faces in his own way, and had been glad to see that most of his friends have made it out of the Storm without serious injury.

He returns Akira's nod as they pass, but that joke stops him in his tracks. Akira pls. ]

How long did it take you to come up with that one?

action; after the return to the temple

[bleps]

[He had sent a text to Arenvald (Are you available right now?), approximately an hour after he had seen a drunken Hank back to his room. He let it sit for a moment, looking at his watch for a response to flicker back on his screen. Nothing comes in the first few minutes.

Connor is patient. As a general rule, androids are patient, made to wait until told otherwise, quietly, silently. But Connor had always been a bit of an anomaly on that front — returning to CyberLife, he would always wait, of course, his company only white walls, the ambient hum of lights, and the echoing footsteps of armed guards. But free to act within the city of Detroit, he would always move. Could not find it within himself to sit and only sit, to stand and wait and only wait.

He can’t wait, not right now.

He moves down the hallway to locate what he knows is Arenvald’s room. Knocks on the door three times.]

Arenvald? It’s me, Connor.

[Waits, knocks again, nothing. A frown tugs at his lips and — processing propriety against his wish to speak with his friend — Connor makes the executive decision to try the door. It swings open slowly, having apparently been unlocked.

Connor steps in, curious, gazing around. Looking for any sign of Arenvald, he wonders briefly if he’s not here — but there are noises, the sound of water running, so surely not.]

[paladorable]

[ After settling back into the temple, and helping the apparent new arrivals do much of the same, Arenvald felt it was high time for a hot shower and to make good on that nap he mentioned so long ago. His watch sits on the end of his bed, along with the pile of his discarded clothes, the notification for Connor’s unread message flashing on the screen.

Connor’s knocking and entry into the room goes completely unheard, since Arenvald was quite happy to zone out under the water. However, he’s probably been in here longer than he needed to be, and decides at last to make his exit to throw some clothes on and flop into bed for a bit.

Off goes the water, and Arenvald doesn’t bother to wipe off the steam-coated mirror once he steps out, opting instead to run his fingers through his hair and leave it at that. He knows what he’ll see, anyway, and he dislikes looking at that angry mass of scar tissue. Deep gouges concentrated mostly on the center of his forehead, save for one mark that bisects his right eyebrow, traveling down to his cheek, and one more that travels across the bridge of his nose, biting into his left cheek a bit.

Those marks are the last thing his mother ever gave him.

However, Arenvald doesn’t dwell on it much – made easier by the fact that he doesn’t want to look at it – and with a towel wrapped around his waist, he steps out of the washroom—

And there is Connor. In his room. Connor is in his room and Arenvald doesn’t have any clothes on. Why is this happening.

To his credit, he manages not to start glowing instantly, but he sure does stare like a deer in the headlights. ]

Connor? What— um, what are you doing here?

tail end of the sickness time | text 1/?

[lumberlady]

fewklfnq

[lumberlady]

hellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllo?

[lumberlady]

arenvald ita konoja

are uou okay?

end

[lumberlady]

can yui eben read this i;m sorry

action; lake dona things!

[bleps]

[He had noted the giant lily pads that the mermaids of Dona were fond of lazing around upon. Almost comically large, and study enough to support their weight; when Connor finds one floating along the water’s edge, he can’t help but draw close. Bends down and reaches out with an arm to grab it by its edge and draw it even closer.

Interesting. Eyes cast upwards to the glittering surface of the water. He wonders if this could be used as a mode of exploration, especially for the curious, adventuring sort. The kind that maybe wanted to unravel the mysteries that this lake potentially held, via drifting lazily across it.

Maybe eventually he could find out.

————

At some point, he’s found a long branch, which he keeps planted into the shallow part of the lakebed as he stands on a lily pad at the shoreline. Ready to “kick off”, Connor pauses as he spots a very familiar face drawing near.

Appearing pleased to see that he’s been doing better, and with no reason to not say hello, Connor raises an arm and waves at Arenvald from a distance.]

[paladorable]

[ Arenvald had noticed the giant lily pads as well, though they’re not so uncommon a sight if you know where in Eorzea to look. They had been barely a blip on his radar – not so for others, apparently.

Connor has taken it upon himself to play gondolier and when his waving catches Arenvald’s eye, he can’t help but laugh, jogging over to meet up with his friend. ]

Going for a boat ride, are you?

not here;

[bleps]

[One day, posted around Arenvald’s mirror in his room, two little notes with no real explanation—]

i'm still dying over how cute this is

[paladorable]

[ Arenvald wanders into his washroom first thing in the morning, blearily pads past the mirror with only a quick glance.

Stops.

Backs up. Looks again. What on earth??

It’s probably embarrassing to admit how long he puzzles over these little notes before the blatantly obvious even occurs to him. So embarrassing, we won’t mention exactly how much time it takes for the pieces (Perfect, uniform handwriting. A picture of a dog.) to slot into place, but we will say that sometime the next day, Connor gets a call. ]

This is probably a strange question, but did you leave notes in my room?

surprise action;

[lumberlady]

[She should probably use the watch to ask if people are around, or if they even want company, but... Konoha can't type well, and she also just... constantly forgets she has the ability to do something as insane as just. Talk to anyone whenever she wants.

So when she wants to see people, she usually just... goes. If they aren't there, they aren't there, just like normal. She tries back later. (But she hopes he's there!) The sound of clopping hooves probably gives away the visitor's identity before she even knocks, so maybe it's not a surprise, but.]

Arenvald? It's Konoha... Are you in?

[... She knocks with a hoof. Sorry, she's got a big pumpkin in her hands.]

[paladorable]

[ It’s okay, Arenvald often forgets about the watches too, and has to remind himself constantly that if he wants to talk to someone, they are quite literally only a push of a button away. He doesn’t begrudge Konoha the personal visit at all. In fact, he’s always glad to see her, no matter what.

However, he’s sort of half dressed at the moment, having just finished smearing his usual warpaint over his face to go out and face the day when Konoha knocks on his door. He doesn’t really think much of it, only that he doesn’t want to keep her waiting, and pulls the door open for her. Hey there. :) ]

Hey Konoha, give me a moment to grab a shirt, but you can come in if you like.

early november sometime idk time to mope like idiots

[adelphoi]

[ alisaie has been, to a word, moody.

more moody than usual, that is, and for reasons that are far more mundane than the usual world-saving comrades-in-peril sort of way, but instead, entirely personal. a strange feeling, really.

nevertheless, here she is, sitting alone in the kitchens with her face in a bowl of chocolate chip ice cream. no one need know that this is in fact her third bowl.. ]

:eyes:

[paladorable]

[ Arenvald would describe himself as more… preoccupied than moody, lately. He tends not to wear his emotions on his sleeve quite like Alisaie, but it’s a listless sort of wandering that brings him to the kitchens now.

So, color him surprised when he walks in to find a familiar face, currently shoveling down a bowl of ice cream. ]

Oh… hello, Alisaie. I didn’t expect to find you here.

1/? avkvos arrival onwards until the network comes back online

[lumberlady]

Arenvald? Arenvald, it's Konoha- Can you hear me? Where are you? Are you in the water, too?

[lumberlady]

Everyone's saying their "watches" don't work... Are you getting this?

after returning from akvos;

[bleps]

Arenvald. Where are you?

[paladorable]

[ It is a couple of minutes before a reply shows up. ]

Training ring. Everything alright?

[ Given what they've all just been through, that's a stupid question. ]

[voice]

[spellweave]

[Now that he's confirmed Alisaie is present and unharmed it's time to check on everyone else. Not that he has many friends left anymore. A part of him hopes Arenvald escaped this mess and returned home. That feeling is more complicated for Minfilia but Arenvald, at least, deserved to be back at the Reach enjoying the freedom of his homeland.

But he'd be lying if he wasn't at least partially hoping Arenvald was still here too, for his own sake. Selfish as it was...

Confined to bed for the moment the wristwatch was the only method to reach out. So he does.]

Arenvald, if you are able please let me know you are all right. [The fact that the message went through is a good sign, right?]

[paladorable]

[ In the time following their return from Akvos, there are not a lot of bright spots to be found. That failure weighs heavily on the hearts of many, though there were some few merpeople brought back to the Temple by Astoria, they couldn’t save everyone.

But to hear the voice of a friend is always a good thing. After their brief reunion, Arenvald lost track of Alphinaud in all the chaos, and he had wondered if his friend was among the many who had vanished from the Circle’s ranks. Not so, apparently, and as selfish as it is, he’s glad that Alphinaud is still here. ]

Doing as well as can be expected. Where are you?

text;

[punshots]

hey
you busy?
i made up a new game it's called "Try not to smile"
you wanna help me with it?

[ If Arenvald's not up for it...well, that tells him what he wants to know, too. ]

[paladorable]

“Try not to smile”? Would the objective happen to be not to smile?