Then let us speak frankly [active]

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

Character(s): Zack and Saïx
Content: A meeting of emissaries
Setting: Ceu de Mouraria
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings: Potential violence and verbal sparring, at the least.

Five minutes. To a man who could create portals as easily as breathing that was easily enough time to get to the place that the person on the other side had mentioned. True, he hadn't actually been in his cloak at the time, for obvious reasons but how long did it really take to change that? Certainly not long enough to keep him from making his mark.

Finding his not-so-helpful not-friend would likely be harder. Therefore, he'd wait until the other found him. Black coats stood out quite wonderfully in the city and most wouldn't bother to speak with him while he was dressed like this. Anonymity and recognization all wrapped into one convenient package that he could, and would make use of.

All that remained was to wait and see if he whether or not his contact decided to stay true to his word. And so, he would wait.