A catch all for Seifer, in MY log comm? It's more likely than you think.

[firacrux]

WHO: Seifer, some specific starters, and heck anyone else who wants him
WHAT: All kinds of stuff
WHERE: The dorms, Firecross Metalworks, and places in between
WHEN: All through Feb
WARNINGS: Swearing, soldier stuff, trauma mentions probably. Just assume yes.



With events ramping up to ever increasing levels of alarm, Seifer's not one to sit idly by. There are weapons to be made, supplies to be stockpiled, and most of all a base of operations needs to be built. He's no commander, and people in the past would have told him his being a leader of any kind is a joke. But fuck them, they aren't here and he's not waiting for the robot execution crew to come around.

As such he's quite the busy bee. All about town, often hauling some kind of mishmash pile of junk in various carts along with him, or stockpiling nonperishable food supplies and water. Just where he's taking all of this is anyone's guess, but he's definitely at it. Always with his cheerful crocdog in tow. He's bound to be stopping it at many shops, getting kicked out of Premium Foods for some reason or another, or just stopping to get some snoobloos out of a food truck.

What? They're tasty.



[Individual starters within.]

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[final7thheaven]

Even with most hours of her day taken up at the bar, Tifa st still finds ways to head out to the warehouse. She likes it there and she knows Cloud will be around and the people are more trustworthy than most who end up at her bar. Being able to let down the expectations and daily paranoia is nice. Relieving, even, despite the fact that she's taken to wearing her Dragon's Claws when she walks around now, just in case something happens. They aren't exactly inconspicuous, but slightly easier to ignore when compared to Seifer's... cartful of junk?

"What's all that for?" she asks curiously as she approaches one day.

[firacrux]

Not to worry, Tifa, everyone at the warehouse was equally as paranoid. Not about her, just the city in general. A friend of Cloud's is a friend of Seifer's as far as he's concerned. Guy doesn't seem like he befriends people idly or easily, after all.

Hey now, don't judge his junk! It's very important junk.

"Just in case," Vague, but true. Since they were closer to the warehouse and out of earshot he could actually talk to her frankly, fortunately. "I use the scrap as base metal for my work for the most part, some of this might go into traps. Some's just to fuck with people." He holds up a very uncomfortably beat up doll's head he likely dug out of the trash. Yes, those will also be incorporated into his psychological warfare of mannequins. Seifer's strange.

[final7thheaven]

She's not all that surprised to hear that he's partially using this to mess with people. By now, she's gotten that much out of the little group here. The rest of it gives her pause for a minute as she glances down at her hands where the three long claws extend out well past her fingers.

"What about weapons?" she asks carefully. "These gloves are great, but you'd think they would've made the claws retractable."

It gets just as difficult as he thinks with all of this metal hanging off her hands every time she puts the gloves on. If he could make a set with claws just as long that she could extend and retract with a button or a thread catch, she would probably supply him with free alcohol for a while.