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paixaorpg2012-05-13 11:04 pm
sceadu_gemynd) wrote in paixaorpg2012-05-13 11:04 pm
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What dreams are these? [active]
Character(s): Zexion and Helen
Content: An illusionist and xenobiologist talk information
Setting: The library
Time: An hour after this thread
By this point, the simple act of disguising himself had almost become second nature, whenever he had a reason to step into the streets of Paixao. Fortunately, the persona of Ian was easy enough to step into. There wasn't even all that much work he had to put into it. A simple illusion of light brown hair pulled back into a rather sort ponytail was enough to hide his hair (though he had to pin his bangs up out of his face first) and the rest was a matter of switching the habitual coat of the Organization for something that fit in much better with the styles that the other visitors to the city wore.
Admittedly, it had a tendency make him look more like a slightly bookish college student or a fairly young professor, but he supposed he'd take that over being rather obviously the enemy as the more comfortable coat would no doubt mark him. True, it could also be possible that he was being far more cautious than need be, but better that than overly risky.
It took no more than a handful of moments to ensure that his disguise was suitably in place. From there, it was a simple matter of getting to the library. Not wishing to truly trust to the portals in a case like this - and not being too terribly far from the library in the first place - he went by foot, as many of the visitors to the domed city would have and even then he arrived early. But no matter. It was better early than late, or so he figured.
Content: An illusionist and xenobiologist talk information
Setting: The library
Time: An hour after this thread
By this point, the simple act of disguising himself had almost become second nature, whenever he had a reason to step into the streets of Paixao. Fortunately, the persona of Ian was easy enough to step into. There wasn't even all that much work he had to put into it. A simple illusion of light brown hair pulled back into a rather sort ponytail was enough to hide his hair (though he had to pin his bangs up out of his face first) and the rest was a matter of switching the habitual coat of the Organization for something that fit in much better with the styles that the other visitors to the city wore.
Admittedly, it had a tendency make him look more like a slightly bookish college student or a fairly young professor, but he supposed he'd take that over being rather obviously the enemy as the more comfortable coat would no doubt mark him. True, it could also be possible that he was being far more cautious than need be, but better that than overly risky.
It took no more than a handful of moments to ensure that his disguise was suitably in place. From there, it was a simple matter of getting to the library. Not wishing to truly trust to the portals in a case like this - and not being too terribly far from the library in the first place - he went by foot, as many of the visitors to the domed city would have and even then he arrived early. But no matter. It was better early than late, or so he figured.
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"Perhaps they wish to see the effects or create something from it," she answered carefully. As helpful as this Ian was being, she didn't quite feel comfortable giving away all of her thoughts. She would need time to digest them all before she offered more. "Either way, I can't imagine these experiments are particularly pleasant for those involved."