♥ Who: Verstael, Will, Ardyn ♥ Where: Verstael's lab abode ♥ When: Days after this ♥ What: Heartache ♥ Rating: PG-13 for tragic stuff WillAfter receiving his notes Vertsael withdrew into his residence. Many people likely wouldn't notice his absence as he suddenly fell off the grid, but for those who interacted with him often it would be very sudden.
He had work to do.And so for day's on end he pored over the documents with seemingly little sleep or food. Many of the later documents had been set to the side. Decades in the future things had long gone bad, so while he did read them they weren't what he needed right now. He needed to find out what changed in the Empire. In his lab.
In him. No one could detail this better than himself.
He absorbed himself in the material and closed himself away to the outside world, not expecting much, until there was a knock on the door. It was almost startling. He worked in such silence that the rapping at his door almost seemed to echo. It broke his thoughts and he was so weary that he had difficulty finding them again, instead tiredly climbing to his feet to go see who it was.
ArdynIn time he had organized the collection of journals and created a chart for himself. After having contacted Ardyn, he sat down and waited until he could let him in. While he could try to summarize, it just didn't feel like that would be sufficient.
He'd created a chart for himself, lengthy and detailed, as he determined that the main change happened shortly after the time he arrived in this city. But it wasn't simply one event that he mentioned. He had a list of large events in the Empire.
The birth of Praeterius.
The passing of the Empress.
Various troubles that arose within the Empire at that time.
His discovery of Ardyn.
The recovery of Ifrit.
Work on the MTs.
Research into the Scourge.
Any event that could be considered notable at the time was listed, both good and bad, and some were underlined. While things like Praeterius' birth were left clear, entries like the passing of the Empress had a firm line traced underneath.
And there was one conspicuous one. 'Ardyn'. A line was started under it, but it tapered and faded halfway, as if he started but was unwilling to underline it. The notes had been made for himself but they were left uncovered.
He was tired. He was hungry. He was stressed. But he couldn't stop, and he thought Ardyn needed to see these as well.
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