paixaorpg | Foundation Day Festival: At the Entrance

Character(s): everyone entering the festival by the gate
Content: weapons confiscation, greetings, etc.
Setting: Joco da Crianca Fairgrounds, entrance
Time: all day~
Warnings: Multithreaded posting format (please include time of day and sub-location in your comment's subject line)

For the festival, the Jogo da Crianca fairgrounds have been ringed by a modular eight-foot-tall iron-bar fence. Signs all around the vicinity point to the entrance, which is the only large gap in the fence. Because this is Paixao, there is a line to get in, but it moves quickly.

At the front of the line is a small security team; as people enter, they are asked to check their weapons or dangerous items with festival staff. Once unarmed, they are given a receipt to pick up their items on the way out, as well as one complimentary raffle ticket, and are allowed to proceed into the fairgrounds.

Just inside the entrance are two tents, one labeled "SECURITY / LOST AND FOUND," and the other labeled with "FIRST AID" and a large red cross.

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Sephiroth had to admit, the guy was playing it close. "People were disappearing long before these kidnappings," he mused, then shrugged. "A friend of mine disappeared right before my eyes."

With all things considered, he did not like the way things were adding up. Either this girl - Kairi - was hopelessly naive, or there was something weird going on here. But what could he do about it, in all honesty? His talents lay in combat, not in the pleasantries of conversation. What little he knew about interrogation involved thumb screws, at the very least.

Even considering that, though, Sephiroth was not a cruel man. Far from it. He just didn't have the background for this. "I'm Sephiroth," he ventured, wondering as he did if the other guy would even bother giving his name.

(Sorry for the long wait; maaaaaaaajor compy troubles.)

"Oh, thank you." Vexen faked a smile at the girl's advice - he'd gotten quite good at that lately, he'd discovered - and flipped open his own journal, sparing a glance at the message board before returning his attention to the conversationa thand.

"These disappearances are troubling," he mused convincingly, "especially if they seem to have no known cause. And what's this about an organization?" He acted surprised. "And heartless and nobodies...I'm afraid I've never heard of those before." He looked away, muttering distantly, "What have I gotten myself into?" and finding himself rather pleased with his performance thus far. If he could keep it up, he could get quite a bit of information simply from these two.

He grounded himself back in reality as he heard introductions. "Oh, I'm Ven," he replied smoothly, remembering almost too late not to give his real name. That would have been a complete disaster. "Pleased to meet you both."

Foundation Day Festival: At the Entrance

Re: almost 1ish - yay late :D

Re: almost 1ish - yay late :D