Damned Temporal Vortices [active/open]
Characters: Seifer and whoever runs across him
Content: Seifer arrives in Manhattan and is largely unimpressed
Location: idk. somewhere where he might run into people?
Time of day: Middayish
Warnings: None, really.
Well, wasn’t this just lovely? Admittedly, Seifer’d seen some pretty out there stuff, but this just took the cake. 'Took the cake' hereby having the meaning 'was seriously annoying'. The headache didn’t help either. Not by a long shot. Needless to say he’d be having words with the joker who had thought this would be an excellent idea just as soon as he figured out who they were. And he fully intended to do just that.
Or at least, he intended after a few very important things were seen to. Where he’d been dropped would be a good start. Where his things were was a close second. And the sooner he had them answered the better. The place looked hardly better than a wasteland. Okay, so it was a wasteland full of city, but it was still a goddamned wasteland. Not the sort of thing he really wanted to have to deal with, especially with it being too damned quiet and far colder than it really ought to have been at this of year. It had been summer for crying out loud; the key word there apparently being 'was'.
Unfortunately, it didn’t really look he was going to be getting the choice of not being here. It wasn’t a fact that he particularly enjoyed either, a scowl settling in on his face. Why couldn’t he be back at home, and not wherever the hell this was? Or had his posse with him still? He’d at least have someone familiar that way. Not that he needed anyone, of course. He could do fine on his own. It just would have been nice, that was all.
Apparently 'nice' was in short supply. Conveniently enough, the same could be said about him. And if 'not nice' was the spice of the day he’d be more than happy to oblige, wherever the place. So until further notice that was just what he intended to do, as he started making his way through the streets, hands buried in the pockets of his coat. There had to be something of interest in the place after all.
Content: Seifer arrives in Manhattan and is largely unimpressed
Location: idk. somewhere where he might run into people?
Time of day: Middayish
Warnings: None, really.
Well, wasn’t this just lovely? Admittedly, Seifer’d seen some pretty out there stuff, but this just took the cake. 'Took the cake' hereby having the meaning 'was seriously annoying'. The headache didn’t help either. Not by a long shot. Needless to say he’d be having words with the joker who had thought this would be an excellent idea just as soon as he figured out who they were. And he fully intended to do just that.
Or at least, he intended after a few very important things were seen to. Where he’d been dropped would be a good start. Where his things were was a close second. And the sooner he had them answered the better. The place looked hardly better than a wasteland. Okay, so it was a wasteland full of city, but it was still a goddamned wasteland. Not the sort of thing he really wanted to have to deal with, especially with it being too damned quiet and far colder than it really ought to have been at this of year. It had been summer for crying out loud; the key word there apparently being 'was'.
Unfortunately, it didn’t really look he was going to be getting the choice of not being here. It wasn’t a fact that he particularly enjoyed either, a scowl settling in on his face. Why couldn’t he be back at home, and not wherever the hell this was? Or had his posse with him still? He’d at least have someone familiar that way. Not that he needed anyone, of course. He could do fine on his own. It just would have been nice, that was all.
Apparently 'nice' was in short supply. Conveniently enough, the same could be said about him. And if 'not nice' was the spice of the day he’d be more than happy to oblige, wherever the place. So until further notice that was just what he intended to do, as he started making his way through the streets, hands buried in the pockets of his coat. There had to be something of interest in the place after all.