[amber] On Accident...

[sirpisspot]

[If you started looking at the amber at this moment, you might notice that this house was dark. Arno didn't use any glow worms to light anything. All windows were shut. The stone was placed carelessly on the counter, and you could vaguely make out a man slumped on the mushroom sofa.

He looked...unwell. Again, only upon close glance could you see.

Was he asleep? He seemed to have nodded off.

That was until he stirred to grab a nut shell from the counter and seemed to take a sip out of it.

No one had seen Arno for a while, he stayed pretty far away. Well, here he was now. He fiddled with his pocket for a moment before awakening in what looked to be shock.

It wasn't there. Oh no, no no no. Not this again. Not in this cursed place.

Arno then shot up, angrily, and started rummaging through the house. In an almost angry panic.

He lost something.]

Comments

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[2wei]

.... Um, did someone leave their amber on?

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[sirpisspot]

[Arno wasn't even aware of this one's presence. He kept searching somewhat frantically through the room. Oops.]

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[2wei]

....Um. Hello? Misteeer? [ She's going to attempt to talk a little louder to see if she can't catch his attention. ]

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[hairsay]

[It just so happened that at this moment Jo was taking a break from her toiling; trying to figure out how to channel the charged barrier above Tone's strange dust-juice fountain was next to impossible with the supplies on hand, not that she was trying to do anything useful at the moment.

She caught the muted noises on the amber because she'd been carrying it loosely netted on her hip, the better to eavesdrop on potentially interesting conversations. Now, fishing it out and taking a peek, she thought she could recognize the man she'd spoken with days ago.

Well, shit.]

Hey, french guy. You're on air.

[And then tentatively,] You okay?

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[sirpisspot]

[It took a while for Arno to notice there were others watching. While mortified, he really couldn't focus on it right now.

He shrugged Jo off, trying to alleviate his own humiliation. With failure, probably.]

I am fine.

((you planning on sticking around for a just a little longer? Saw you on AC!))

[hairsay]

[That sounded about as fine as a sack of shit perched in the middle of Sunday dinner. Jo settled her amber on her lap while she continued fiddling with a dagger she'd procured from the storage room near her home.]

You sure are. You looking for something?

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[monster_san]

[Goodness, Sir Arno, you look completely dreadful. Has he been ill?]

Sir Arno? Are you feeling all right?

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[sirpisspot]

I am perfectly fine, I just lost something.

[So he said from the other side of the house, yelling. Looking through the bed sheets to find his missing item. Obviously not fine.]

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[anelegantmyth]

[She had been on her way back from getting food for them, when she saw Arno's little show on the amber. The poor man. Good thing his liver was still holding up, because clearly everything else wasn't.

Cynthia doesn't bother knocking when she gets back to his place. She just slips into the house and drops her leaf, full of nuts and berries, on the table.]

Lose your watch or something?

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[sirpisspot]

[Cynthia wouldn't be wrong. He wasn't doing so well. Arno was, quite literally, at his breaking point though. Other people from the tree looking on and commenting seriously made him worse.

He simply let Cynthia visit because, as far as he was concerned, was the only friend he had left.

But today, he could barely bring himself to have any of it. He lost that watch, and he was frantic about it. Not thinking clearly, and that was also the booze's fault.]

Yes! It was in my pocket last night!

[anelegantmyth]

[Does she regret getting him that bottle of vodka? Of course not. Does she regret leaving him alone with it on the first night? Immensely. It wasn't till the third day that she realized this man shouldn't be left alone ever again.]

Well, we didn't leave the house last night. So it must be here somewhere?

[Did she pack it away while she was cleaning up? Should she tell him she MIGHT have moved it while he was drunk or passed out?

...nope.

She'll just search in one corner of the room now.]

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[knight_king]

[as a Servant, even if she is not the Archer or Assassin Class, Saber has keen senses to distinguish what is in the dark. She stares at this broadcast, that seems pretty accidental until he looks angry and panicked. She decides to clear her throat and speak up.]

What is wrong?