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paixaorpg2008-06-08 07:52 pm
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The Hunter and the Hunted [active]
Character(s): Saïx, possibly others?
Content: Saïx looks into the city's latest disturbance
Setting: On top of the buildings in the G7 area
Time: evening
Warnings: none yet
There had been deaths here, he could feel it; could feel the power it had yielded. Deaths that had gone to fuel the monstrosity that roamed the city now, no doubt - he didn't need to peer into the paths of the past to find that out. And besides, it had long since gotten past the point that he really cared how it had been made or be whom, not that he'd ever really cared in the first place. The thing had been brought into the city and he would see to that it was sent back out.
It wasn't even that he was doing this so much because he was deeply concerned over the loss of life that had caused - an impossibility for him no matter how one sliced it - but because this had gone on long enough and the shrill cries of the dead that it had spawned were beginning to grate on his ears.
The only question was, where to begin? No doubt there were already people who were either in the process of attempting to chain the beast or had already attempted to. The only question was who and when and that at least he could find relatively easily. And if someone came across him while he was seeking his answers in the moon, well, there wasn't anything to tie him to the Organization - he'd long since abandoned the identifiable black of the Organization for an outfit that was predominantly blue and silver. And anything else that cropped up he could deal with.
Content: Saïx looks into the city's latest disturbance
Setting: On top of the buildings in the G7 area
Time: evening
Warnings: none yet
There had been deaths here, he could feel it; could feel the power it had yielded. Deaths that had gone to fuel the monstrosity that roamed the city now, no doubt - he didn't need to peer into the paths of the past to find that out. And besides, it had long since gotten past the point that he really cared how it had been made or be whom, not that he'd ever really cared in the first place. The thing had been brought into the city and he would see to that it was sent back out.
It wasn't even that he was doing this so much because he was deeply concerned over the loss of life that had caused - an impossibility for him no matter how one sliced it - but because this had gone on long enough and the shrill cries of the dead that it had spawned were beginning to grate on his ears.
The only question was, where to begin? No doubt there were already people who were either in the process of attempting to chain the beast or had already attempted to. The only question was who and when and that at least he could find relatively easily. And if someone came across him while he was seeking his answers in the moon, well, there wasn't anything to tie him to the Organization - he'd long since abandoned the identifiable black of the Organization for an outfit that was predominantly blue and silver. And anything else that cropped up he could deal with.
no subject
...
Where was the carnage? The mage's expression turned to one of confusion, then disappointment, then anger. "Where did they go?! You'd think you'd still see a silhouette there or something! Damn it all!" Kefka shouted to no one before his rage seemed to turn toward the disappeared bodies.
"You're supposed to stay there while you fry! Come back and start screaming again you little...! How dare you...!" It finally culminated in one last frustrated cry, followed by two strikes of lightning into the flames before Kefka finally calmed down, settling into a huff.