Is That a Pistol in Your Pocket? [Active/semi-open]
Characters: Vincent Valentine, Tifa Lockhart, any FFVII dudes willing to pop in? (But please ask me or Dia first, yeah?)
Content: A desperate search for Cloud takes an... unusual twist.
Location: Seventh Heaven bar and on?
Time of day: afternoon
Warnings: Possible swearing, possible yelling, possible violence, possibility of Vincent lacking a head by the end of the day.
Vincent wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten roped up into this mess.
It hadn't taken him long to reach the bar on foot, now that the snow had held back the crabs a little from scavenging. At that moment, however, he would have preferred it over where exactly he was heading and who he was meeting with. He'd tried to avoid the bar, tried to avoid her ever since she found out. Yuffie would have insisted he was like Cloud in that sense... always running.
One thing he would be sure of; speak as little as possible. Wasn't normally a problem, but here it mattered. Best not to slip up and say something to cause her to march right into Sephiroth's sword. If anyone else had decided to come and help, even better. Backup was always a blessing.
Not immediately seeing anyone outside, the red-cloaked man stood and waited outside, facing away from the bar. He'd keep an eye out for the crabs, in the meantime. The lance was all he had after his encounter with Zoe, but it was still better than most of the guns here.
Content: A desperate search for Cloud takes an... unusual twist.
Location: Seventh Heaven bar and on?
Time of day: afternoon
Warnings: Possible swearing, possible yelling, possible violence, possibility of Vincent lacking a head by the end of the day.
Vincent wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten roped up into this mess.
It hadn't taken him long to reach the bar on foot, now that the snow had held back the crabs a little from scavenging. At that moment, however, he would have preferred it over where exactly he was heading and who he was meeting with. He'd tried to avoid the bar, tried to avoid her ever since she found out. Yuffie would have insisted he was like Cloud in that sense... always running.
One thing he would be sure of; speak as little as possible. Wasn't normally a problem, but here it mattered. Best not to slip up and say something to cause her to march right into Sephiroth's sword. If anyone else had decided to come and help, even better. Backup was always a blessing.
Not immediately seeing anyone outside, the red-cloaked man stood and waited outside, facing away from the bar. He'd keep an eye out for the crabs, in the meantime. The lance was all he had after his encounter with Zoe, but it was still better than most of the guns here.