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[notwhatiwas]

Characters: Vincent Valentine and Sulphur [CLOSED]
Location: Isle Des Saphir, Palm Tree Forest
Date: April 28th, about 7:30 pm
Rating: PG

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[atomic16]

Sulphur definitely does not like her new sensitivity to light. It hinders her ability to explore the island, at least for now - she's going to have to wait until nighttime, unless she wants to have a wicked migraine. So, for now, she's curled up in the shade of the palm forest, toeing the sand as she idly flips through a copy of the Bible she jacked from the boat before they docked.

Frankly, she thinks it's boring, for the most part - though she finds a distant comfort in the fact that Eve herself was made from Adam to keep him company. She was a person, and she was made...

The Pet is distracted from her pondering when she hears a thud against the sand nearby. She leans over in an attempt to examine the source of the noise, but - ... it flies off.

Uh, what.

Sulphur blinks at the empty space.

[notwhatiwas]

His absence didn't last long, however, and it seemed the bird was getting more than a little impatient with his repeated attempts at escape; this time Vincent was all but flung back to the ground, where he landed flat on his back with a heavy thunk.

Stifling a growl that most certainly wasn't human, he pushed himself up. "Damn it!" He shot a positively withering glare at the bird as it shrunk into the sky again. "What's the point of being able to fly if--"

And there he broke off, senses prickling, and turned to fix eyes of glowing red--laced with gold, he's far too aggravated right now--on the little cat-woman-thing sitting not two meters away.

...Well, this wasn't awkward at all.

[atomic16]

Something about the man reoccupying that certain little patch of sand puts Sulphur on edge. She feels the hair on the back of her neck bristle, and she shuts her book, eying him warily.

"Whatever you're trying to do," she says, looking him up and down, "doesn't seem to be working."

[notwhatiwas]

Vincent's expression flattened somewhat, an edge of the anger taken off. "I've noticed."

He pushed himself back up and moved to recollect his cloak, a pile of scarlet dumped beneath a nearby tree. Finding it still soaked, he gave a quiet sigh and shook it out before pushing back up off the ground and carefully hooking it onto the rough bark just below the palms of the tree.

A coconut tried to fall on him, and succeeded only in compacting a small circle of ground below. Vincent landed once his cloak was secure and turned to look back at Sulphur, gauging her response. Normally he wasn't so flippant with his abilities when there were other people around, but if she'd been there any decent span of time she had to have seen him take off at least once.

"I apologize if I surprised you."

[atomic16]

Sulphur's ears are lowered just barely, and her posture seems a little tense, but other than that, she doesn't look visibly alarmed; she simply quirks a brow and continues to examine him.

"Apologies don't really do much once things have gone down, but thank you anyways."

She stands up now, still leaning against the tree she'd settled down by initially, and glances skyward, peeking between the trees.

"You trying to get out of here?"

[notwhatiwas]

Vincent nodded, taking the opportunity to look the girl up and down. If human standards applied she was probably fairly young, around Yuffie's age. If human standards didn't apply, he had no idea. It wasn't really that important, anyway.

"I'd rather be back where I came from." His expression remained neutral, but his tone of voice lifted just slightly. "Do you feel differently?"

[atomic16]

Sulphur's a little startled at herself, thanks to the fact that she actually had to take a moment to consider that. Her ears lower for a moment as she ponders.

"I don't know," she finally answers with a resigned sigh. "At this point, there are a lot of pros and cons to home and here."

[notwhatiwas]

"The same could be said of any planet, I'm sure." Vincent didn't move from his place, perfectly still save for the subtle movement of his chest as he breathed and that of his mouth as he spoke. "There's nothing on your world you miss enough to want to return?"

If she turned that question back on him Vincent might be in trouble, but for now he's curious--what kind of place had this girl come from that the madness of this ship outweighed the familiarity of home?