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paixaorpg2006-01-21 08:54 pm
walking-complex.livejournal.com) wrote in paixaorpg2006-01-21 08:54 pm
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Weapons and stuff. [Closed/Complete]
Character(s): Hojo and Sephiroth
Content: Buh? Sephiroth?
Setting: In and around Folios, the weapon shop
Time: Saturday Afternoon
Warnings: None as of yet
Well, the city was just as large if not larger than it had looked from outside the gates. Hojo was starting to regret not taking the train, though he'd taken a look at the station and the machine looked anything but stable so he'd decided to take his chances on foot instead. He'd stashed his lab coat in his messenger bag in an attempt to look less conspicuous, though considering everyone in the town seemed to be dressed in Victorian style it was still difficult to bled in.
He stopped after a long while, thoroughly sick of walking. The city was gorgeous, though, he had to admit... even the grass sparkled, though he'd stopped to inspect it a while ago and discovered that it was completely synthetic. Somehow he hadn't been surprised.
Hojo found a bench near what looked like a weapon shop and he made a note to go check it out once he wasn't quite so sick of walking. For now, though, he just started digging through his bag, double-checking to make sure he hadn't broken anything when he landed that morning.
Content: Buh? Sephiroth?
Setting: In and around Folios, the weapon shop
Time: Saturday Afternoon
Warnings: None as of yet
Well, the city was just as large if not larger than it had looked from outside the gates. Hojo was starting to regret not taking the train, though he'd taken a look at the station and the machine looked anything but stable so he'd decided to take his chances on foot instead. He'd stashed his lab coat in his messenger bag in an attempt to look less conspicuous, though considering everyone in the town seemed to be dressed in Victorian style it was still difficult to bled in.
He stopped after a long while, thoroughly sick of walking. The city was gorgeous, though, he had to admit... even the grass sparkled, though he'd stopped to inspect it a while ago and discovered that it was completely synthetic. Somehow he hadn't been surprised.
Hojo found a bench near what looked like a weapon shop and he made a note to go check it out once he wasn't quite so sick of walking. For now, though, he just started digging through his bag, double-checking to make sure he hadn't broken anything when he landed that morning.
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His eyes darted around lazily, taking in as much as possible in his first circuit around this new and exciting world.. This world that he would cast dominion over. As he strode leisurely down the wide streets, his eyes passed over a slight form with wiry black hair and thin rimmed glasses decorating his features. His heart skipped a beat; a very decidedly human reaction. His pace faltered and he felt himself coming to a slow stop, almost inexorably. One hand on the hilt of Masamune, tipping the long, horizontal-lying blade up slightly at the tip, he rounded towards the slender figure.
"Why.. Hojo.." The tall, silver-haired appartition intoned in a warm, deceivingly friendly voice, a wicked smile tugging at one corner of his lips. His mind was racing, what should he do? This was more than fate.. This was perhaps a sign, a sign that he had done more with the Lifestream as he made his descent upon this world than he had ever dreamed of. Could it really be that he had brought his erstwhile "father" here so that he may exact his revenge on him as he had wanted?
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"...Yes?" he asked after a moment of staring. Christ, the approaching figure was imposing. He stood up, mostly so their heights would be more similar. He really did not enjoy being towered over.