ext_260386 ([identity profile] walking-complex.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-01-21 08:54 pm

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.

[identity profile] seared-god.livejournal.com 2006-01-22 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Sephiroth chose to ignore Hojo's dismissal. His eyes noted the small square that had appeared in the scientist's hands with interest. His fingers tightened around the obsidian-black square of his own that had been thrust into his hands as he entered the Niflheim gate.

"You may not be lost, but you don't know where you are." He said simply, moving closer so that he could observe the device in Hojo's hands. He had been intending to dispose of the black square as soon as he had finished his exploration of the city, but if Hojo had one then perhaps he should hold onto it for now.. He hadn't looked at it, didn't know what it was or what it was capable of doing. It always paid to be cautious.