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paixaorpg2008-07-10 10:12 pm
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Of Ninjas and Underhanded Tactics
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.
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.
no subject
Sephiroth slowly, calmly turned to face the source of the shadow, and found himself looking at what had to be the -biggest- damn centipede he'd ever seen. Thing had to be the size of the Midgard Serpent, and just judging by that, he knew they were in trouble. Some of his best troops had gone up against that thing, to no avail.
Then again, his best troops weren't Sephiroth.
"Unless the two of you have experience in fighting monsters like this," he said calmly, stepping forward, "I would suggest that you stand back."
With Masamune held in an overhand ready position, he faced the behemoth of a centipede with a calm that was entirely too creepy to have been normal.