http://ambiguouscamp.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ambiguouscamp.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-12-15 05:36 pm

Picture Perfect [Active]

Characters: Pegasus, Seymour, anyone else who feels like wandering in?
Content: Pegasus is back up to his old tricks again. Not stealing people's souls and cheating without getting caught..... but painting. Seymour shall appear as well, and hopefully an interesting time will be had by all.
Setting: H4-ish, or something. Wherever.
Time: Afternoon-ish?
Warning: Uh.... petting the dog moment? =D; Even villains need a break sometimes. Especially gleefully flamboyant displaced artistic ones like Pegasus.
 
It had been a long, long time since he'd done this. Far too long, in his opinion. But this place had stirred his hope of getting his Cecilia back, not by violence and trickery, but by the potential benevolence of the random and mysterious process that had brought him to Paixao in the first place. What a hope, hmm?It almost made him wonder if he were going mad. To think that of all the possible people in all the possible worlds, this Paixao would choose them both....

Well, a hope was a hope, no matter how farfetched. And it had encouraged him to spruce back up and find a place to stay, to comb the journals daily in hopes of spotting some clue to her existence, to get himself a few suits of clothing so he could live here comfortably for the time being..... and to pick up some supplies for his long-neglected passion. After all, it wasn't as if he was hurting for money here. All that time creating cards..... as interesting as it was, as artistic as he could make it, that was a commercial endeavor, not an artistic one. It didn't give him a full-sized canvas to love upon and work his magic with--his own, natural talent, rather than the magic of his Eye, which he knew he would have a difficult time explaining to Cecilia if when she arrived.

So here he sat, somewhere deep within the city, perched on a bench with an easel, canvas, brush, and palette. A few more canvases were piled near his feet, ready for use; in the meantime, he was people watching, searching for interesting-looking people to immortalize along with the fantastic scenery. It was quite a Wonderland in some respects, wasn't it? Maybe he should try out his hand at Surrealism or Impressionism.....

[identity profile] summoning-sin.livejournal.com 2007-12-16 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
As interesting as it may have been to get a closer look at the (rather boring) life of a fayth for a few days, Seymour was quite glad to have his own body back. Besides who knew what his mother would have done had she stayed much longer in his body. Unsent he may be, but that hardly granted him a total immunity to any sort of stress or damage. It just meant that he was less likely to die from it - and coming back from the mostly-dead wasn't exactly the most enjoyable of experiences.

But he was back in his own body now, and he had never been so glad to feel the air or see the pseudo-sun before. And it looked like he wasn't the only taking advantage of the day either, if that canvas set up nearby was any indication.

"An artist?" he asked, as soon as he drew close enough to be heard.

[identity profile] summoning-sin.livejournal.com 2007-12-20 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
A painting, was it? Well it could hardly hurt, after all - and it been quite some time before he'd last sat for a painting. Before he'd had the misfortune to get himself killed at Macalania temple. A shame that it had come to that, really, but they had offered their lives - and a shame that they had been the stronger in that outcome.

"I see no reason not to - it's been quite some time since I last had the chance, after all."

And with that, he moved to take the seat the other man had indicated.
Edited 2007-12-20 00:53 (UTC)

[identity profile] summoning-sin.livejournal.com 2007-12-28 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"I doubt I would be the best suited for such a thing," he answered with a smile. It was quite possibly a lie, but the fact remained that his hobbies lay far and away from the humble field of modeling. "And I fear that even if I had been interested in such a thing that I would hardly have been able to the time."

"Seymour Guado, formerly the high priest of Macalania Temple and Maester of Yevon," he answered, following his answer with the best approximation of a Yevon bow that he could manage while seated. After all, it wouldn't do to be less than polite.

[identity profile] summoning-sin.livejournal.com 2007-12-30 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Many and varied, actually. The maesters are in charge of making sure that the teaching of Yevon are followed." And running the world on the side, since Spira was - or had been at the time he'd left - something of a theocracy. And when you added in the duties of a summoner on top of those of a maester things got very busy indeed, even when you weren't also trying to destroy the world.

"And please, call me Seymour." Guado, was after hardly more than the name of the race he belonged to, after all.

[identity profile] summoning-sin.livejournal.com 2008-01-20 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps so, if not as much as one might have expected." There was, after all, no small number of lesser priests and monks making up the ranks of Yevon and to whom any number of menial tasks could be assigned. As for upholding the versions the Maesters wanted ... that was a good deal simpler, given that Yevon had been around for a good thousand years or so, and had by now had something of a stranglehold on Spira's general populace.

Of course, the fact that they'd claimed that Sin would disappear if humanity atoned for its 'crime' of using machina didn't hurt, and likewise for the fact that the Al Bhed made for a rather convenient scapegoat due to their use of machina.

That the maesters were at best hypocrites and had a general tendency to be Unsent... well, the general populace didn't need to know that.

[identity profile] summoning-sin.livejournal.com 2008-02-20 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that was rather unusual - he'd never seen what he'd assumed to be a flesh and blood person flicker out in such a manner. Images on spheres, yes, but it would have had to have been an impressive sphere indeed to allow the image to create and leave behind what had been left behind in passage. Therefore the only appropriate answer was that the man had vanished out of existance. Or at least been called back to his own proper world.

And in the meantime, he'd just pick up what the man had dropped. For safe-keeping, of course.