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paixaorpg2008-12-22 07:03 pm
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Passing on the Facts of the Matter [active]
Character(s): Zexion and the Prince
Content: "Ian" has some information for the Prince
Setting: The Café Ersesat at L7
Time: Let's say early afternoon
Warnings: None at the moment
Like Zexion had mentioned to the man on the message board (he hadn't gotten a name but no matter), it was easy enough for him to get anywhere in the city. He'd had to be more careful about where he opened up his portals lately but a conveniently abandoned alleyway nearby served that purpose well enough. And from there it was easy to simply blend into the crowd before heading the rest of the way of the way to the café.
Of course, he wasn't so foolish to come as he was. Instead he was going as "Ian" - the persona he went as most often. It was a fairly simply disguise as far as disguises went, really. Gone was the characteristic coat of the Organization, replaced by a a simple T-shirt and jeans. As for his hair - his one other notable characteristic - that had been pinned up out of the way and hidden behind a carefully laid illusion of light-brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail.
Unfortunately, between that and the fact the journal had only the picture of a book associated with it there was no way for the person he'd been talking to to recognize that it had been him they'd been talking to, but it would be easy enough to spot someone who was looking for someone and he had at least something of an idea of who he was looking for thanks to the journals.
But that was easy enough to deal with, as he took a seat at one of the tables. All he had to do was wait and watch. And in the meantime, he'd people watch.
Content: "Ian" has some information for the Prince
Setting: The Café Ersesat at L7
Time: Let's say early afternoon
Warnings: None at the moment
Like Zexion had mentioned to the man on the message board (he hadn't gotten a name but no matter), it was easy enough for him to get anywhere in the city. He'd had to be more careful about where he opened up his portals lately but a conveniently abandoned alleyway nearby served that purpose well enough. And from there it was easy to simply blend into the crowd before heading the rest of the way of the way to the café.
Of course, he wasn't so foolish to come as he was. Instead he was going as "Ian" - the persona he went as most often. It was a fairly simply disguise as far as disguises went, really. Gone was the characteristic coat of the Organization, replaced by a a simple T-shirt and jeans. As for his hair - his one other notable characteristic - that had been pinned up out of the way and hidden behind a carefully laid illusion of light-brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail.
Unfortunately, between that and the fact the journal had only the picture of a book associated with it there was no way for the person he'd been talking to to recognize that it had been him they'd been talking to, but it would be easy enough to spot someone who was looking for someone and he had at least something of an idea of who he was looking for thanks to the journals.
But that was easy enough to deal with, as he took a seat at one of the tables. All he had to do was wait and watch. And in the meantime, he'd people watch.
no subject
All the same, he thought it better to clarify things.
"Are you...?" More forcibly, he elaborated: "Are you the man I spoke to on the...device?" He glanced down at the strange apparatus he had managed earlier to attach, with some difficulty, to his belt: another mystery. It seemed Paixao was full of them, and it unnerved him.