[OPEN] Septimus June catch-all

[survival_isnt_living]

Characters: Gaius Septimus and YOU!
Date: All of June
Location: Hospital, around Keeliai
Situation: Come chat with Septimus, whether about his organizing stuff or other things. Some threadstarters, do your own or request one!
Warnings/Rating: None yet.

A.: Hospital
After making his announcement--and, to a certain extent, throwing down a gauntlet—Septimus is at the hospital as much as starting to train in earnest allows. He can be found doing any number of tasks: making sure there is a ready supply of clean water, healing (sadly more and more important with the cultists and such—handling whatever administrative tasks he needs to, and frequently holding meetings whether they are actually on hospital business or not.

The very lucky few—and ones who know Septimus better—may be fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to notice when he begins to get stretched a little thin.

All the same, it’s the best place to find him.

B.: Keeliai
When he is not at the hospital, or doing what rest and food is necessary, Septimus is generally around various parts of Keeliai. Whether this is simply on regular-day wandering and exploring, or going out to practice, he is mostly easy to run into after standard work day hours or mid-day on what is supposed to be a lunch or dinner break. And these days he tends to have at least his long-sword on him when he isn’t actively healing.

When he is out practicing, he isn’t just armed but armored, in full Roman Legion-esque gear. Watching him, sometimes it’s just swordwork, but often he isn’t just doing that, he’s working with his furycrafting too. If you watch him practicing, his sword will often be on fire, he may be working with water and air and earth—earth and fire together, sometimes, for extra deadly combination—and even rarely wood.

C.: Other people’s locations
Given that some of the meetings he wants to happen aren’t going to be at the hospital, but at places whoever he’s meeting with feels most comfortable, sometimes you will get him turning up on your doorstep, maybe with paper in hand for notes, maybe not.

Comments

[survival_isnt_living]

Septimus swallows, harder than he'd intended to, and slips both rock and medallion back into his desk drawer. A part of him--an old, over-trained part--wants to snap that she is welcome to inquire and then refuse to answer her; a part just as large wants to insist on collecting it now. If that's what he thinks it is, it shouldn't even be here, in this city; it should be at home with Araris and Isana--with the baby. His son. (Or possibly daughter, but it seems unlikely.)

Instead, after a moment, he says by way of the simple explanation, "My father gave it to me when I was a boy." The rest hardly matters. "I-- would appreciate that greatly. Steel, traces of red and blue through the metal and the sheath?"

Just to be sure it's what he thinks it is. Surely someone else must have used the motif at some point, after all.

[ruinsprofessor]

"Ah," Raine says. That's explanation enough for her; she's more than familiar with the behavior people exhibit toward relics of their parents. "Yes, that's accurate." She gives him a thoughtful look, but adds no more, trusting that if it was urgent he would say something. "I'll retrieve it for you, then."

And with that more or less settled, she picks up the coin he was trying to show her earlier. "You said you'd been meaning to give this to me earlier?" Presumably it is more than just a foreign coin.

[survival_isnt_living]

"Thank you." It's all he trusts himself to say, and leaves it at that. Long-ingrained instincts scream that it's quite urgent, that the seal can't be outside family control like this, that it should be at home with Araris and Isana and the baby--

He clamps it down beneath the calm facade his father often wishedhe would maintain more often. Besides, he has business to conduct.

"Yes." Leaning back, Septimus forces himself out of memories of the past. "Quicker and more or less secure way to get in touch with me, if there's an emergency in the field or something of more immediate interest happens."

Or, of course, she needs to get in touch with him remotely and doesn't trust the consoles.

[ruinsprofessor]

A brief examination of the coin reveals no hidden elements of technology that she can spot, and while she could likely suss out the magic attached to it given enough time and patience, it seems a waste of effort when there's someone present to explain. "I take it you're providing these to a number of people. Will they only connect to you?" There's value in a network, but Septimus can't be asked to serve as a relay station with the amount he's already taken on. "How does it work?"