[ ( A ) The infirmary back in the old Hideaway was a place he had frequented quite often. Whether it was for himself, others, or helping Tarja gather herbs or tonics for her patients. It was a place for healing, comfort... but today? It was a place Clive wished he never had to step foot into.

Drenched from head to toe due to the onslaught of weather from the outside, the man looked as horrible on the outside as he did on the inside.

He seems to be hovering over the body of one such patient, dried tears clinging to the sides of his cheeks. His attention is focused solely in one direction, but maybe giving him a hand would help? Or at least tell him to dry off! ]

How... how could this have happened—

[ ( B ) However, the gryphons cries from the outside were enough to temporarily drag Clive back into a small sense of reality, and after he was (almost literally) forced to take a break from watching over his brother, he saw fit to aid in whatever skirmish was happening on the outside.

So now the man has found himself not only fighting against the fierce winds but three female gryphon who had begun to swarm around a single male. They seem to be keeping a bit of a distance due to Clive already unsheathed sword, but the snapping of talons and claws were slowly getting closer. ]

Keep your distance! Those claws aren't merely for show.

[ It had been a few days since the passing of the storm, yet the aftereffects still lingered heavily in the air. It was a like a large weight had been pressed against Clive's chest— from the revival of an Eikon, to Joshua's injuries, to Ultima. The past surely had a way to creep back from the hole Clive had so desperately tried to bury. And now that everything had begun to unearth itself, a strange storm had darken Clive's demeanor. Though his face be scarred and physique less than approachable, his peaceful presence he would normally pose to present himself had all but been replaced with frantic glances and quiet scowls.

He looked more desperate, scared, and easily irritable. If the prominent bags that lied underneath his eyes were not enough of an indication, then perhaps causing a bit of a scene in the middle of the marketplace would give off a few warnings. ]

Fuck! [ The man hissed under his breath as he forcefully slams down another book from a disorganized pile. The shopkeeper flinches back, but busies themself with other customers who have since left a fair bit of distance between themselves and Clive.

Maybe try to stop him from disrupting the other customers, save the store owner, or perhaps find him a bit away as he desperately begins to stop at another store front? He may even run into you and not even notice. The passerby's seem to give worried glances, but don't dare approach... ]

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