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paixaorpg2011-09-07 11:21 pm
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Time Cuts Cruelest of All [active]
Character(s): Saïx and Ven
Content: A chance meeting
Setting: Out in the streets of the city
Time: Early Evening
Warnings: None (yet)
It should, Saïx had decided, be somewhat less of a requirement for the currently named Lord of the Castle to have to walk among the streets of the city. Of course, he would hardly mention this to Xemnas (one of the reasons he was out in the streets) and he did still have a wayward assassin that would need to be dealt with, but the more common folk of the city? He could hardly care less about them, and it was irritating to nearly the point of being infuriating to have to leave aside his usual cloak on account of what those same, inconsequential, people thought of those who wore it.
For now though, he was willing enough to bend to the whims of the people. Not willing, and the expression on his face was a good deal less then pleased, but he was wearing ordinary clothes. Not surprisingly, both his shirt and pants were blue. After all, he might at least go with the general theme. But that was all that he was willing to do. Xemnas' orders could force him out of his coat. They could not, however, actually force him to pay attention to people and thus, he wasn't.
Content: A chance meeting
Setting: Out in the streets of the city
Time: Early Evening
Warnings: None (yet)
It should, Saïx had decided, be somewhat less of a requirement for the currently named Lord of the Castle to have to walk among the streets of the city. Of course, he would hardly mention this to Xemnas (one of the reasons he was out in the streets) and he did still have a wayward assassin that would need to be dealt with, but the more common folk of the city? He could hardly care less about them, and it was irritating to nearly the point of being infuriating to have to leave aside his usual cloak on account of what those same, inconsequential, people thought of those who wore it.
For now though, he was willing enough to bend to the whims of the people. Not willing, and the expression on his face was a good deal less then pleased, but he was wearing ordinary clothes. Not surprisingly, both his shirt and pants were blue. After all, he might at least go with the general theme. But that was all that he was willing to do. Xemnas' orders could force him out of his coat. They could not, however, actually force him to pay attention to people and thus, he wasn't.
no subject
Besides, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He might as well get to know the place, right?
Unlike Saix, Ventus took in everything he saw like a sponge; he looked in the buildings and around the streets, and noticed the people around him. A lot of the time, he even found someone to talk to. Usually, though, he didn't see a lot of familiar faces.
Today was an exception.
The flash of blue in the corner of his eye made him turn and, though he was surprised, he recognized it almost instantly. Without stopping to take in more detail, Ven spoke up, trying to get his attention.
"Isa?" he asked, not yet noticing the obvious differences.