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paixaorpg2006-11-30 11:09 am
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My, my...what do we have here? [Active]
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?
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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"I didn't hurt anyone yet to begin with for a while Brother!" The remnant exclaimed, with somewhat of an mocking innocent tone that he had picked up without realizing. "Besides, I want to just play a little." It really did feel like it had been a while since Loz had been able to 'play' out of his own will as opposed to others... So it wasn't really a lie. "Looks like you wanna play too."
At the curt words Cloud spoke was almost like scolding. Funny thing... He was in between giving the swordsman a punch in the face, or simply giving a glare. Fine. "I don't know. You should know-- they're your friends."
(( ooc: sorry it's kind of short ))