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destinystrings2013-01-06 05:26 am
technomaturgist) wrote in destinystrings2013-01-06 05:26 am
Fourth Machine: IT'S TIME TO R-R-R-R-RRRREAD
Who: Ferrus and YOU! (Open!)
Where: Aquila Library, in Aquarius.
Summary: Ferrus got tired of working on machines, after fiddling with them for a month or so - he's used to missions breaking up the tedium. So he gave himself a mission: learn more about Personas! Thus, reading up on them.
Warnings: N-N/A?
To tell the truth, Ferrus hadn't found machines interesting enough to work on them day after day after he became a teenager. He'd already spent most of his life in the vicinity of machines, sure, and his bitty years were spent enjoying technology (in spite of the machine cult). Even when the accident happened and he was shipped off to the machine cult, he still maintained his interest in machines. But...
Inevitably, he would find his work tedious instead of fun.
Normally, he spent a month doing tech work and then a month was set aside for missions. It broke tedium better then normal, and honestly what was Ferrus supposed to do with his time? It normally wasn't his own in the first place. He would either hunt with Garviel (which had sort of become tedious as well, in its own way, since Kais was introduced to the team) or work.
That was why he was currently sitting in a comfy chair, fully decked out in his robe - mask included - and reading through books on the subject of Personas. Whether they were government-made, psychology textbooks, or general books on the subject written by residents, Ferrus didn't seem to care: there was a small pile on the table in front of him, neatly organized as 'read' and 'unread'.
...Of course, if you need one of the books he's reading, or are just worrying about his eyesight through that mask's darkly clouded frames, you could come up and ask, but...
Where: Aquila Library, in Aquarius.
Summary: Ferrus got tired of working on machines, after fiddling with them for a month or so - he's used to missions breaking up the tedium. So he gave himself a mission: learn more about Personas! Thus, reading up on them.
Warnings: N-N/A?
To tell the truth, Ferrus hadn't found machines interesting enough to work on them day after day after he became a teenager. He'd already spent most of his life in the vicinity of machines, sure, and his bitty years were spent enjoying technology (in spite of the machine cult). Even when the accident happened and he was shipped off to the machine cult, he still maintained his interest in machines. But...
Inevitably, he would find his work tedious instead of fun.
Normally, he spent a month doing tech work and then a month was set aside for missions. It broke tedium better then normal, and honestly what was Ferrus supposed to do with his time? It normally wasn't his own in the first place. He would either hunt with Garviel (which had sort of become tedious as well, in its own way, since Kais was introduced to the team) or work.
That was why he was currently sitting in a comfy chair, fully decked out in his robe - mask included - and reading through books on the subject of Personas. Whether they were government-made, psychology textbooks, or general books on the subject written by residents, Ferrus didn't seem to care: there was a small pile on the table in front of him, neatly organized as 'read' and 'unread'.
...Of course, if you need one of the books he's reading, or are just worrying about his eyesight through that mask's darkly clouded frames, you could come up and ask, but...
sorry for the wait!
When he set the tome down, he paused for a moment - before promptly standing up right when Avitus was peeking at him and walking over. C'mon, Ferrus, force yourself to be interrogative!
"What are you doing?" Yes, that was good.
s'fine!
Well, the other's body language and tone didn't seem all that happy. And that getup was, to him, rather ominous-looking. Avitus's shoulders and ears drooped a bit as he shrank back, toward the window. He wasn't good with confrontations. He really wasn't.
He was easily intimidated, honestly.But he hadn't done anything wrong, he reminded himself. Not that it helped; he wasn't any braver for simply not having been up to anything mischievous. But he opened his mouth, and couldn't think of anything to say.
What was he doing? Sitting there. Watching people, sketching, thinking...
...
Well, actually, he could think of one way to explain it all, and simply. He fumbled to put his pencil down, and held up his sketchbook, so that Ferrus could see the drawing of himself sitting there at the table, surrounded by books.
He looked back at Ferrus. Did that answer him well enough? He hoped so....
no subject
Of course, the other not speaking but rather showing doesn't go missed - however, it's forgotten when the other presents his artwork to be seen.
Gears clicked together inside his head - this was art of him. Art of him.
Art of him.
Maybe those gears weren't quite clicking, after all. "You... drew me?" Wow, not processing. "...Why?" He didn't sound mad. Just... befuddled. Why would someone draw him? He was uninteresting. Bland. Sort of boring. Under his clothing, ugly. The only good part of him was the machine, and what it let him do.
So why would someone draw him?
Did not compute.
no subject
"I... felt like it."
He peeked back to his drawing again, trying again to gather words to explain. "I guess I just thought that... with the lines and angles and... and the cloth... and... shadows... and how it felt...." Well, at least he'd tried?
He peeked to Ferrus's mask, not that he could see inside very well. "....you don't like it?"
no subject
"It... is nice." He offered, lamely. It was an honest sentiment, but he wasn't quite sure what to do about the subject matter, there.
Art, man.
Why did you art him. You strange blue person.
no subject
"....you don't like it." He was quiet, looking back to the drawing again, wings sinking a bit, smile disappearing. Goodness knows he'd tried passing off such statements as opinions himself, when he actually wasn't happy with whatever it was. If Ferrus really liked it, he reasoned, he'd seem happier about it, less... awkward. No, there was something in his tone, and....
Why was this complicated? It was merely a drawing....