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Post by quinnquinn on Jan 18, 2016 1:34:45 GMT -8
It had been weighing on his mind ever since that night in the infirmary. Fran's words had made him uncomfortable, but it was the truth of the situation. It had made him increasingly worried since.
Over the years he had heard of his share of hunters and what they were like. Debriefings, if you will. And they all seemed to have eerie similarities to his own case file.
Troubled. Broken. A little off. Not quite right.
He had to talk to Fran. Clear his mind. Tell him his thoughts. Owen wasn't scheduled for another psych eval right now, but he needed to talk to someone about this. He knew he could get worse if he stayed quiet.
He made his way to their offices, hoping to find him. He head to the lower floors, trying to find the right place, the door. "Fran?" He called, hoping he will get a response. "Fran?"
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Post by WarFran on Apr 23, 2016 4:40:30 GMT -8
((i typed this entirely in the browser and accidentally quit the browser and now everything is gone omggggg OTL hopefully i can remember the details of what i wrote earlier ; v ; ))
He had found himself staring too long at her weapon again. That long, shining blade, so uncharacteristic of such a sweet-looking petite girl. Rubbing his temples, Fran forced himself to look away, once again, from the gleaming weapon, turning his gaze back to the report before him. Past memories and thoughts were distracting at this point, he had duties and obligations to carry out. Steeling himself to focus on the task at hand, the silver-haired Welshman returned to immerse himself in his report, making a note to take a trip to the Weapon Collectors' Room once the paperwork was complete to close the case. Closure was always good, wasn't it?
He had gotten to the part of the report that required him to describe in detail the encounter with the previous owner of the weapon when he heard a rather familiar voice calling out his name. Striding briskly to the open door of his office, Fran peered out to locate the source of it, a knowing smile growing on his face as he spotted the white-clad, young (-looking) boy wandering the hallways not too far from his office. Watching the boy with a certain fondness, Fran sighed softly at his own speculation of why the boy was here, looking for him. Surely the boy had questions after what he had seen...and what Death's silver raven had taken extra efforts to ensure that he hadn't. Questions that the boy knew the Apprentice Leader would be able to answer. Questions that the said Apprentice Leader wasn't sure if he was ready to answer.
"I'm right here, prince~" He called out in his usual teasing, sing-song voice, wiggling his fingers mischievously at Owen. "Looking for me? What brings this bird prince to my office today, instead of resting from our little...misadventure?"
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Post by quinnquinn on Apr 23, 2016 5:23:59 GMT -8
He kept wandering, till he heard that name of his... His eyes lit up and he stopped in his tracks, looking over to the man who called him. "F-Fran..." He looked glad to see him, a slight smile on his face for a split second. He shuffled over to the door and looked the man earnestly in the eye.
He stared for a while, noting the files in his hands... Probably paperwork, but of what kind he didn't take note. And then as if he was finally recalling why he had gone there in the first place, he snapped out of his trance. "C-can we..." Owen became nervous all of a sudden, looking around at the few people down here on this floor, feeling like he was being watched. He kept telling himself he wasn't, but either way, what he wanted to ask would be better behind closed doors.
"Can we talk inside, Fran?" He asked finally, glancing between the other apprentice and the open door he was leaning on.
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