What a day yesterday had been. Sifen had an apprenticeship for an entire three or four hours before being kicked out of an airship for pulling some 'unneeded parts' out of the engine mid flight. The ship didn't crash, since it was functionally just fine. He knew those engines in and out and the model they were using was inefficient and needlessly heavy. So he popped his head into the moving engine and very swiftly, with deft hands and movements full of grace, unhinged some bits and bobs before returning to his master, who's face shot whiter than a ghost. He was then escorted to the door and dropped (Of course they swept closer to the ground as to not kill him.)
And there he was, stranded in Besaid with no connections other than bad blood between old mentors. He spent most of the day either trying to steal or trade scrap metals for food and gathering some cardboard to sleep on. His belly not full and his body exhausted, Sifen pulled up the blanket that was made of a few shirts sewn together and rested on his cardboard mat. He didn't pass out right away, since he kept getting visits from small animals and the occasional hover would whir by. After a bit, he saw the airship he came with take off and leave in the sky and passed out finally.
Waking up to panic in the streets and people screaming about the blitzball stadium being attacked by fiends wasn't exceptional. The homeless engineer popped up and grabbed his trust rifle, holstering his grenade launcher onto his backpack full of tools and scrap metal and started to make his way to the stadium, as it seemed all of the commotion was over and done and the scrap metal would be all over the place. Maybe he could find an engine to make his first robot of sorts! A nice automated metal detector and collector, something he had dreamt of after cutting his hands on sharp metal far too many times. However on his way to the stadium, he noticed something interesting. A floating machina following a group of people rushing some sleeping girl covered in... blood? Paint? Sifen didn't know, but that robot might have an engine that could be of use. He followed them through this unknown city to a hut on the edge of the town.
The group entered, leaving Sifen's view, but he did not slow his approach, reaching the outside of the hut as quiet as a boy carrying a bag of scrap metal and tools on his back as well as ammunition for more guns than he even owned possibly could. The clanging was no louder than the jingle of a set of keys would make, but loud enough that stealth wasn't a good plan. He entered the hut only to be directly within view of almost all of the occupants and he froze up, and without thinking sprinted full bore to the machina he was planning to dismantle for it's engine. With one hand on his pack that was rattling violently making a cacophony of rattles, jingling sounds and ruffling and another reaching out ready to grab the small hovering machina, he raced through the entrance. Hopefully his momentum could carry him through the occupants, and then out the next wall if he used his back to take the hit.
And there he was, stranded in Besaid with no connections other than bad blood between old mentors. He spent most of the day either trying to steal or trade scrap metals for food and gathering some cardboard to sleep on. His belly not full and his body exhausted, Sifen pulled up the blanket that was made of a few shirts sewn together and rested on his cardboard mat. He didn't pass out right away, since he kept getting visits from small animals and the occasional hover would whir by. After a bit, he saw the airship he came with take off and leave in the sky and passed out finally.
Waking up to panic in the streets and people screaming about the blitzball stadium being attacked by fiends wasn't exceptional. The homeless engineer popped up and grabbed his trust rifle, holstering his grenade launcher onto his backpack full of tools and scrap metal and started to make his way to the stadium, as it seemed all of the commotion was over and done and the scrap metal would be all over the place. Maybe he could find an engine to make his first robot of sorts! A nice automated metal detector and collector, something he had dreamt of after cutting his hands on sharp metal far too many times. However on his way to the stadium, he noticed something interesting. A floating machina following a group of people rushing some sleeping girl covered in... blood? Paint? Sifen didn't know, but that robot might have an engine that could be of use. He followed them through this unknown city to a hut on the edge of the town.
The group entered, leaving Sifen's view, but he did not slow his approach, reaching the outside of the hut as quiet as a boy carrying a bag of scrap metal and tools on his back as well as ammunition for more guns than he even owned possibly could. The clanging was no louder than the jingle of a set of keys would make, but loud enough that stealth wasn't a good plan. He entered the hut only to be directly within view of almost all of the occupants and he froze up, and without thinking sprinted full bore to the machina he was planning to dismantle for it's engine. With one hand on his pack that was rattling violently making a cacophony of rattles, jingling sounds and ruffling and another reaching out ready to grab the small hovering machina, he raced through the entrance. Hopefully his momentum could carry him through the occupants, and then out the next wall if he used his back to take the hit.