[ The Clock, as it were, is still something that amuses Sylvain, for as much as he might not understand how it works. (Does it have Felix's standards for Bad Decisions? Surely not, or else his name would always be there... but how does it know where they all are, anyway? He's not really sure how he feels about some sort of formless entity keeping eyes on him at any given moment...)
Or at least, it WOULD be something that amuses Sylvain, if not for the context being what it is. What does it mean when the magical tracking device... stops tracking someone?
...There's a longer pause this time. He turns to walk back in the direction he came from, towards the rooms where they've all been staying. ]
could it have fallen off?
[ Clock hands come off, right?? Not, like, spontaneously--not usually--but who's to say if magic clocks even follow normal clock rules at all! It wouldn't explain the compass issue (he checks his own as he goes, just in case, and it only brings his brows in closer together) but to be totally fair, do they really know how the compasses work, either?
He doesn't actually wait for an answer. His compass stays in-hand as he reaches Ashe's door and knocks twice, and although some part of him supplies something more rational, suggests that he might just already be out for the day, the combination of factors has him knocking again, harder; he strains to hear something inside for only a moment before he tries the handle, peering in through the crack for only a second--
And then standing more openly in the doorway to take in how distinctly unlived-in it feels--no books, no personal effects, just a plain, lifeless room, just like when they'd first arrived. ]
his things arent in his room.
[ They're just stating facts to each other at this point, aren't they? But Felix knows as well as he does that Ashe wouldn't have gone somewhere without saying anything to them... ]
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Or at least, it WOULD be something that amuses Sylvain, if not for the context being what it is. What does it mean when the magical tracking device... stops tracking someone?
...There's a longer pause this time. He turns to walk back in the direction he came from, towards the rooms where they've all been staying. ]
could it have fallen off?
[ Clock hands come off, right?? Not, like, spontaneously--not usually--but who's to say if magic clocks even follow normal clock rules at all! It wouldn't explain the compass issue (he checks his own as he goes, just in case, and it only brings his brows in closer together) but to be totally fair, do they really know how the compasses work, either?
He doesn't actually wait for an answer. His compass stays in-hand as he reaches Ashe's door and knocks twice, and although some part of him supplies something more rational, suggests that he might just already be out for the day, the combination of factors has him knocking again, harder; he strains to hear something inside for only a moment before he tries the handle, peering in through the crack for only a second--
And then standing more openly in the doorway to take in how distinctly unlived-in it feels--no books, no personal effects, just a plain, lifeless room, just like when they'd first arrived. ]
his things arent in his room.
[ They're just stating facts to each other at this point, aren't they? But Felix knows as well as he does that Ashe wouldn't have gone somewhere without saying anything to them... ]