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[To]: Jumeown Nyan [From]: Sevnyan
[TEXT]: Heeeeey Jumin [TEXT]: I found Elly!!!!!!! [TEXT]: We should [TEXT]: meet up [TEXT]: and talk [TEXT]: about that [TEXT]: (=ↀωↀ=)
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Where in the World is Carmnyan Sandiego [[closed; balancedcheck]]
[To]: Jumeown Nyan [From]: Sevnyan
[TEXT]: Heeeeey Jumin [TEXT]: I found Elly!!!!!!! [TEXT]: We should [TEXT]: meet up [TEXT]: and talk [TEXT]: about that [TEXT]: (=ↀωↀ=)
Seek Out Jumin Nyan [[closed; balancedcheck]]
Dull beeping emitted from the young adult’s hands but it was not the kind of beeping he was accustom to, nor wanted to have in his hands. He was at a loss. No phone, no computer, no internet. What was he, a super hacker, supposed to do all day?
He glanced at the little computerized creature in his hand. It was hungry. He thinks so anyways. Seven seemed to nod at the creature as if he understood.
“Me too buddy” he said, clipping the little dude onto one of his belt loops before leaving his apartment, going out into the new world in searh of food. He normally wouldn’t have to but there wasn’t a bag of Honey Buddha Chips or a Vanderwood in sight. So he would have to go on this recon mission on his own.
He hadn’t quite expected to find anyone he knew in such a place, but it was almost shocking to see Jumin Han across the way from him. What was he doing here? Though Seven could ask the same thing about himself. The gears in his mind turned. Should he approach? Probably, right? It would be better to have someone else he knew here. He was used to solo missions but this was way way above his pay grade. So a brisk walk and a hand on Jumin’s shoulder later he found himself staring at someone he could at least trust to talk to him seriously. Even if he himself wasn’t.
“Is it really him? THE Jumin Han? Sir, can I ask you a few questions?”
⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?
[[honestly i think the only real thing that worries seven about storms is the risk of a power outage. he feels to me like someone that wouldnt mind and maybe even likes listening to the sounds a storm makes. the rushing wind, the hard rain, the grumble of thunder. it’s a way of being alone while also not being alone if you think about it? i think storms do calm him a little. hes probably gone outside on his porch to watch them before and i wouldnt put it past him to have just stood out in the rain on his own.]]
((Given the fact that most of our exposure to Seven throughout the game is in very specific situations, he's behind a screen 90% of the time, and we basically never see him in public EVER (RFA parties don't count imo), there is a Lot of guesswork to do regarding how he'd act somewhere like Hive City. Following this, I think you've managed to pick up the logic threads the story gives us on his character and weave something together that makes lots of sense. Keep up the good work~))
[[aaaAAAAAAA thank you so much!! I’m trying to work with Seven not being able to operate like usual and having to adapt himself, including taking his happy go lucky persona from the screen to the streets if you will. I’ll do my best thank you!!!]]
“Well you certainly look quite the looker. Must have used a lot of money to get that good!”
“I’m probably right about the money part, yeah?”