Sephiroth
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What do you cherish most?
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Post by Sephiroth on Feb 23, 2009 22:42:41 GMT -5
"That much is obvious," he said, still leading the pack even though it seemed like a waste of time. Turning around suddenly, he looked at the younger pair with a small, annoyed furrow of his brow.
"Do either of you know what we're supposed to be looking for, anyway?" He felt like he was losing his touch. Normally he would not take on an endeavor without details - then again, he left the military ages ago. "Or whom?" he added, noticing that they couldn't be in search of anyone in particular, or he would have been bombarded with a description before he even got their names.
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Quincy Archer
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Post by Quincy Archer on Feb 23, 2009 23:26:33 GMT -5
Quincy shrugged. "I don't know. Someone in charge, or someone who knows where we are, or knows someone who knows where we are."
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Post by Yuna on Feb 23, 2009 23:40:18 GMT -5
"The managers. If only their offices were easy to find."
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Sephiroth
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Post by Sephiroth on Feb 24, 2009 0:58:29 GMT -5
"As far as I know, it is a theatre in a city called Paris*. The bigger question is why are we here and how do we get back?" That being said, Sephiroth turned around again, leading the way toward what he could only conceive as the "back" of the theatre - the one Genesis had dragged him to never had management offices in the front.
"Try to keep up," he said over his shoulder, his pace strong and quick. He wasn't really looking for the mangers himself - he hoped his little blond friend would appear in their path. Then they could destroy the opera house in battle.
((*I just realized that if you rearrange "Spira," you get "Paris."))
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Quincy Archer
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Post by Quincy Archer on Feb 24, 2009 15:52:04 GMT -5
Quincy watched Sephiroth stride away, then uneasily followed him and beckoned Yuna to join them. He stayed closer to her; he didn't much care for either of them, but if he had to choose, he picked the person who wasn't likely to go crazy and skewer him with a seven-foot katana.
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Post by Yuna on Feb 24, 2009 16:01:53 GMT -5
((That's awesome.))
"I'd definitely like to know why I was just pulled here without an explanation." She said, keeping up. She had to move a bit faster than usual, to compensate for Sephiroth's longer stride.
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Sephiroth
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Post by Sephiroth on Feb 24, 2009 17:16:14 GMT -5
"As would I," agreed the former-general. He was quickly piecing together what had happened to him. He had been fighting Cloud in the Northern Crater, when Cloud had gone for his finishing blow, and everything had gone black.
"I was in the middle of battle when I ended up here..." he trailed, not caring what either of them thought of that, but silence was sometimes worse than noise. And it was fairly easy to see that he had been in the middle of something dangerous... the potion Midna had giving him was enough to stop the bleeding, but the exposed area of his chest showed where he'd been cut up by a very large blade; most marks had just scabbed over, but nothing was healed. His coat was in an equal state of disrepair regardless of the fact that he'd actually been shirtless.
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Post by Yuna on Feb 25, 2009 22:09:26 GMT -5
Now that he'd called attention to it, focused her gaze more closely on Sephiroth. He was injured.
"Oh my! Why didn't I see this before?"
She'd stopped walking, in her surprise.
"Before we continue, I can heal you." She offered.
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Sephiroth
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Post by Sephiroth on Feb 25, 2009 23:12:52 GMT -5
Sephiroth stopped and let the girl come to stand before him. As if he did not dwarf most people he met... she was just tiny. Normally, he would be able to take care of himself, but the battle with Cloud had left him drained, and Midna's well-intentioned potion had only seen to his wounds, not his stamina. Yet he could not forgive himself for being so careless about his body too.
"Very well. Then I think we should start heading further into the back of this place. I'm only seeing entrances to the auditorium."
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Post by Yuna on Feb 26, 2009 19:53:12 GMT -5
She nodded. "Yes, we're getting nowhere at the moment. But first..." She weaved her hands in a simple yet elegant manner, whispering archaic words. A brief moment of illumination, and most of the nastier injuries had faded. "There. Much better! "
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Post by Sephiroth on Feb 26, 2009 21:04:34 GMT -5
Sephiroth closed his eyes at the brief light, feeling the larger wounds seal themselves shut. Looking down, he ran his fingers over a bare patch of skin where a particularly deep wound had been and gave a tiny, satisfied smile. This girl could be useful... he thought to himself, giving a polite nod of thanks when she was done. "Very good. Now let's go."
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Quincy Archer
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Post by Quincy Archer on Feb 27, 2009 13:06:36 GMT -5
Quincy watched the two of them talk impassively. He was beginning to miss Yomiko already. At least she had something in common with him. "Alright. Let's head out." He walked through the nearest doorway. ((Quincy Archer continued in The Opera House: Manager's Office))
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Oct 13, 2009 22:53:17 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
A lot of pyrotechnics heralded the arrival of Liath. Not by her own design--although she would have probably done it in this fashion anyway--but because that was just how the powers worked in this atmosphere.
She dropped, feet first, out of the vortex, landing with a graceful slow-motion movement that made it so that her fair feather-floated loosely around her face instead of making it fly everywhere. Thank goodness for small mercies.
She glanced around the foyer, grimacing at the monstrosity of interior design that surrounded her. It was enough to make her eyes want to bleed. Thankfully, the only thing that could really harm her was cold iron, and at the moment she was surrounded by the rather harmless gold. Well, harmless when used tastefully. Here it was downright homicidal.
Glancing up at where the vortex had been, she sighed, already missing home. But thinking of home made her think of the injustice that had just been perpetrated against her, and her anger at the situation resurfaced.
Oh, they would pay for this. One way or another--they would be sorry they framed her.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she started toward the foyer doors. She would have to begin somewhere, and the less time taken to get the whole settling-in business out of the way, the better, for then she could concentrate on finding a way back home and exacting vengeance.
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Ofelia
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Post by Ofelia on Oct 14, 2009 20:21:15 GMT -5
Again, it had not been a good week. Now that Ofelia was technically homeless and orphaned, priority number one was finding shelter. No time to ask why she was here, or how, or anything of the sort.
Fortunately, the opera turned out to have an apparently rather liberal open door policy, in that there was nobody on guard, and she had slipped in out of the light rain. At least she, for one, had the kind of taste that appreciated the interior design; if she was asked to describe the inside of the White Prince's castle (there always was one), it'd be like this.
Crouched in the doorway, in case she had to bolt quickly, she eventually felt someone else's presence, and glanced up in their direction in case it was, in fact, a guard.
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Oct 14, 2009 20:57:02 GMT -5
Liath halted in her tracks, sensing Ofelia. It wasn't the usual feeling she got from mortals--while she felt that Ofelia was human, Liath could swear that there was a bit of fey there.
She turned around, looking for the source.
"Hello? Who is it that feels a bit of my people?"
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