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Characters: Vincent Valentine (ff_red_turk), Colin Enno Diederich III (sword_dancer_e).
When: During the Virtues event, while Colin is looking for his sarcopha-uh, box. Ahem.
Where: Near the box itself, somewhere a bit desolate and uninhabited at the edge of the safezone.
Rating: PG, probably.
Summary: Vincent found the box, and waits for its rightful owner to show up.
Vincent had moved back to where he had seen the strange, tomb-shaped box. He had not been very curious about it at first, and he still wasn't now. If he was meant to see what was inside, then he would, in due time.
It still felt a bit strange that anyone would carry their prized possession in something so heavy and so unlike any practical container known to man. But then, Vincent had lockd himself up in a coffin for a long time, so he wasn't really one to speak.
The box was half buried in the rubble, only the top half showing. With nothing else to do but wait, Vincent jumped onto a big rock next to it and crouched in his usual gargoyle style, eyes slowly drifting into the vast rubble plain in front of him.
When: During the Virtues event, while Colin is looking for his sarcopha-uh, box. Ahem.
Where: Near the box itself, somewhere a bit desolate and uninhabited at the edge of the safezone.
Rating: PG, probably.
Summary: Vincent found the box, and waits for its rightful owner to show up.
Vincent had moved back to where he had seen the strange, tomb-shaped box. He had not been very curious about it at first, and he still wasn't now. If he was meant to see what was inside, then he would, in due time.
It still felt a bit strange that anyone would carry their prized possession in something so heavy and so unlike any practical container known to man. But then, Vincent had lockd himself up in a coffin for a long time, so he wasn't really one to speak.
The box was half buried in the rubble, only the top half showing. With nothing else to do but wait, Vincent jumped onto a big rock next to it and crouched in his usual gargoyle style, eyes slowly drifting into the vast rubble plain in front of him.