My, my...what do we have here? [Active]

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Character(s): Ivy, Cloud, Aerith, Loz, Tifa, and anyone else who wants to join(?)
Content: A typical meeting of atypical people. Ivy takes an interest in her fellow foreigners and meets Cloud, Aerith, and Loz. Tifa shows up, too!
Setting: M4, Morem o Lisboa
Time: Yes. Guys, let me know.
Warnings: Probable violence

Shadows were very useful, particularly when one did not wish to be seen. The woman had melted into the cold stone at the building’s side, embraced by the essence which so many others would have shrunk from in fear. There was no fear behind her closed eyelids, no discomfort evident in her posture. She might have been mistaken for a shadow herself had she not been shrouded in white, her hood drawn forward to hide her face from any who might glimpse her. There was something unsettling about it, the way those colors seemed to blend rather than clash…but who would have known the powerful, evil aura radiating from her, the very same curse she had borne from birth?

The whispers of Valentine spoke volumes in the cool silence of that tall building, assuring its mistress that it had not faded. Its individuality was reflective of hers, but its voice was its own. It was comforting, that gentle wisp…and truthful.

Observation could be such a dull task. She had not written another report for some time, nor had she spoken with her playmate. He was likely busy, causing trouble of some kind, and, as pleasant as that did sound -every now and then-, she had resolved to behave herself. There was a time and place for everything, and waiting for her designated playtime better served her purposes.

Fellow strangers were her current focus. Whether she would document her findings in a seperate set of reports as she intended to do with the Nobodies was still in question. Regardless, her mental records would not be as shaky pertaining to any account of Paixao or the people she met.

At any rate, she had time to observe before tea. The problem stemmed from a lack of subjects to observe. That, and people were always...people. Whether or not she approached a person depended heavily upon that person. Had it not been for her situation, she wouldn't have bothered with anyone, but...the tides had changed and she was begrudgingly adjusting at her own, consciously stubborn pace.

A shift, a whisper. Ivy turned her eyes upward and removed her hand from Valentine slowly, instinct having served the whole. She moved into the shadows quietly and remained close to the building's edge...as conspicuous as a shadow herself.

My, my...what do we have here?

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Cloud left the Morem O Lisboa, feeling slightly better than before. He had been unable to find Zack, which was odd. The manager even said that he’d checked out already. That was understandable, but what wasn’t understandable was the fact that Zack had left behind his sword. The manager asked Cloud to remove it from Zack’s room because none of the staff had been able to lift it. And so Cloud now had a comfortable and much newer sword with him again. He couldn’t really remember what had happened to his old one, anyway.

Cloud secured his sword against his back. The weapon of course earned him suspicious or frightened glances from those citizens he passed. It was a worthy exchange for being armed again, though, and so he ignored those reactions. With Aerith nearby, he began to feel more confident than ever. She had started bringing certain invaluable memories back to him. He knew now that he came from that Hollow Bastion place. And he would see it again before long.

First, research must be done. He must question others who had arrived like he had, entirely clueless and without reason for coming. He also must try the city’s security at the gates. If one could simply walk outside again, then escape surely must be imminent. So the gate he would check first would be the Muspelheim gate. He paused in the shade of a building, out of the way of the main drag, and pulled out the electronic journal he’d been given who knew how long ago. It had a map, and he began checking it to see where he needed to head and how long it would take to get there.

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The chances of writing this particular stranger off as a native were nil. Paixao's natives did not possess gravity-defying hair, nor did they flaunt massive swords whilst walking through the streets. His apparel blatantly stated the obvious, but other factors had secured her attention prior to apparel. He was a foreigner, and a curious one indeed to be able to lift so heavy a blade. She knew of one other who wielded such a weapon, but she was swift to turn her thoughts from that creature.

What was he, then? A warrior, no doubt, but he had carried himself differently. Perhaps a soldier? Of what army? From what world? His alignment was in question due to an unfortunate similarity she had noted between the man and her soul adversary. She sensed no evil from him, no ill will...but then, it seemed he had completely missed her. He must have been in deep thought to have allowed his guard to drop so far. Best to proceed with caution, procure an ally rather than an unnecessary enemy.

If only it were entirely her decision.

"Mind turning the screen towards the wall?" Ivy asked, her expression hidden beneath her hood. She was leaning against the wall, form enshrouded by her white cloak, but one could tell her arms were crossed. "The light will give us away if you aren't careful."

[OOC: >_> I'll pop into multi-people format once one of the others come in.]