Selphie frowned as she watched with disdain as a fight began to brew before her eyes. All around her there were people better equipped to deal with this situation and yet, none of them apparenetly had any intentions of doing so. Why this was, was beyond the brunette's understanding but she knew that she herself was completely defenseless to do anything to stop them. There were people with swords, guns, fighting gloves, a man smoking like a chimney who was looking extremely impatient and herself.
Screaming was the first thing that popped into her mind, hoping that if she screamed that it would draw attention to the problem at the end of the line.
However, her thoughts about stopping the fight was ceased immediately as her hearing picked up on the sounds of a hissing cat? She turned around and saw a black shadow with glowing yellow eyes, leering very close to a young man with wild brown hair wearing oddly shaped clothes. They might have been normal to him but they were the weirdest -- but the coolest -- sets of clothing Selphie had ever seen.
Selphie's first natural instict of course was to interfere in whatever it was that was staring at the boy but knew that it would cause nothing but problems later on. If more trouble arose -- from this black monster or the fighting taking place behind her -- Selphie would get involved no matter how defenseless she was. The brunette remained quiet, quite possibly using the first bit of restraint she'd ever displayed in her life.
The line was moving; slowly, but moving. All that everyone at Niflheim Gate would have to do was wait. Cigarette smoke, black monsters and Men behaving like little boys would.
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Screaming was the first thing that popped into her mind, hoping that if she screamed that it would draw attention to the problem at the end of the line.
However, her thoughts about stopping the fight was ceased immediately as her hearing picked up on the sounds of a hissing cat? She turned around and saw a black shadow with glowing yellow eyes, leering very close to a young man with wild brown hair wearing oddly shaped clothes. They might have been normal to him but they were the weirdest -- but the coolest -- sets of clothing Selphie had ever seen.
Selphie's first natural instict of course was to interfere in whatever it was that was staring at the boy but knew that it would cause nothing but problems later on. If more trouble arose -- from this black monster or the fighting taking place behind her -- Selphie would get involved no matter how defenseless she was. The brunette remained quiet, quite possibly using the first bit of restraint she'd ever displayed in her life.
The line was moving; slowly, but moving. All that everyone at Niflheim Gate would have to do was wait. Cigarette smoke, black monsters and Men behaving like little boys would.