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paixaorpg2006-09-10 03:06 pm
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Entry tags:
First Impressions
haracter(s): Xemnas, Saix (and others?)
Content: Xemnas makes his presence known to his Number VII
Setting: Cafe Ersesat, N3
Time: Week 2, early evening.
Warnings: None at the moment. [[Ummm, I hope I did this right!!!]]
No one could claim to have seen him enter through any gate, could actually say to have stood in line with him or watched him give his name, receive his electronic journal. But he was there among them, like a shadow cast upon the night, its emergence barely noticable among the greater darkness.
From his outdoor seat at the cafe where he'd settled quite naturally--there was an empty table, and then there wasn't, and then a blonde-haired-blue-eyed waiter was hesitantly taking his order, wondering vaguely to himself if he'd actually witnessed this strange man in a black hooded-coat sit down--he'd been watching his Number VII since the Lunar Diviner's entrance into the city, observing his interactions with the other new arrivals. Specifically, of course, the strange-looking one who'd followed Number VII around until the latter took out his annoyance by tying the pitiful thing to a lamppost. He'd chuckled darkly at that--the absurdity of the situation certainly warrented it--and ordered a pot of tea to the table.
As VII stalked away from his recent prey, Number I, in a seemingly idle manner, lowered the hood of his coat, brushing hair from the insides so it fell languid across his shoulder. "I see you're enjoying the local population, Number VII," he said quietly as the other man approached. His face showed a hint of a smirk, the glint of dark amusement in his otherwise fathomless, black eyes. He tapped the table idly with a gloved finger, waiting the other's approach.
Content: Xemnas makes his presence known to his Number VII
Setting: Cafe Ersesat, N3
Time: Week 2, early evening.
Warnings: None at the moment. [[Ummm, I hope I did this right!!!]]
No one could claim to have seen him enter through any gate, could actually say to have stood in line with him or watched him give his name, receive his electronic journal. But he was there among them, like a shadow cast upon the night, its emergence barely noticable among the greater darkness.
From his outdoor seat at the cafe where he'd settled quite naturally--there was an empty table, and then there wasn't, and then a blonde-haired-blue-eyed waiter was hesitantly taking his order, wondering vaguely to himself if he'd actually witnessed this strange man in a black hooded-coat sit down--he'd been watching his Number VII since the Lunar Diviner's entrance into the city, observing his interactions with the other new arrivals. Specifically, of course, the strange-looking one who'd followed Number VII around until the latter took out his annoyance by tying the pitiful thing to a lamppost. He'd chuckled darkly at that--the absurdity of the situation certainly warrented it--and ordered a pot of tea to the table.
As VII stalked away from his recent prey, Number I, in a seemingly idle manner, lowered the hood of his coat, brushing hair from the insides so it fell languid across his shoulder. "I see you're enjoying the local population, Number VII," he said quietly as the other man approached. His face showed a hint of a smirk, the glint of dark amusement in his otherwise fathomless, black eyes. He tapped the table idly with a gloved finger, waiting the other's approach.