Of Ninjas and Underhanded Tactics

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Character(s): Sephiroth, Konan, Zetsu
Content: A meeting that changes everything
Setting: Near Niflheim gate
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings: The beginnings of subterfuge. =D

All was not well within the city. That much was obvious to anyone who read the message boards or the journals.

It was a clear day, not an unusual occurrence in Paixao. The sun smiled overhead as it always did, and what few clouds there were, were the white and fluffy variety. Entirely normal... for Paixao.

The people, however, were anything but. The formerly bright and happy people were anything but, it seemed, and they had every right to be frightened or angry. Someone had killed their mayor, after all. All the evidence pointed to Organization XIII. All of it, from murder to subterfuge to kidnapping and torture. All for no readily apparent reason.

Sephiroth stood about a block from the gate, leaning against a light post as he observed the comings and goings, trying to figure out the best way of breaching that gate, preferably one that would not leave a crowd of dead bodies in his wake.

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Sephiroth saw the two approaching, the woman in her dress and the man in his odd uniform. The former was a shapely young lady of indeterminate age, the latter a rugged looking older man, and they obviously knew one another. Perhaps the man was her bodyguard. Perhaps it was the other way around; Sephiroth was not unfamiliar with the gait of martially inclined people, and both of these had the posture and walk of trained fighters.

His initial observations made, Sephiroth returned the same small smile alongside a polite nod. "No. Simply observing, for the moment. It's obvious the two of you are not natives; what brings you to the gate today?" It wasn't unusual to find people trying to leave the city, for whatever reason. After all, wasn't that why he was here? These two, though he had never seen them, could have such a plan. The man was certainly dressed for a hard trek. The woman, however... A quandary, one that had him wondering.