Walking on Water (Open RP; the Lake)
Standing on the surface of the lake like the messiah Sephiroth knew was, single black wing motionless, Sephiroth pulled his useless PHS from his pocket and threw it down into the water. He watched it ripple and send waves outwards to brush against the soles of his boots with a mild sense of amusement. The thing had long since been useless, he wasn't sure why he'd been given it again once he'd gained his semi-physical body here. For all intents and purposes Sephiroth was now a ghost and yet he couldn't feel the link of the Lifestream here like he could on the worlds that were unlocked, linked to the world he'd sought refuge on after the Heartless had swept away his own world and taken his goals with it. He was more than merely bitter that his victory, his revenge for Mother, had been stolen from him.
But no matter, he'd come to this world seeking something and it seemed to fulfil the desire somewhat. It might have just been the beginning of his time here, but already he could tell things would be...interesting. He turned with a swirl of black leather and long hair to make his way back to land once more, feathers skittering in the wind and falling to rest on the surface of the lake lightly, floating along the surface. He might have been a ghost, but he seemed to be physical here, no transparent image or intangible flesh here.
He'd never seen so much green earth before, not a sprawling city or industrial plant to be seen. Most of all, the sky was a clear blue, something that he thought he resented, just a little. Now, he thought, to continue his investigation of this world, since he refused to go to classes (not that they seemed to be held often) or be mistaken for a casual student of this place.
But no matter, he'd come to this world seeking something and it seemed to fulfil the desire somewhat. It might have just been the beginning of his time here, but already he could tell things would be...interesting. He turned with a swirl of black leather and long hair to make his way back to land once more, feathers skittering in the wind and falling to rest on the surface of the lake lightly, floating along the surface. He might have been a ghost, but he seemed to be physical here, no transparent image or intangible flesh here.
He'd never seen so much green earth before, not a sprawling city or industrial plant to be seen. Most of all, the sky was a clear blue, something that he thought he resented, just a little. Now, he thought, to continue his investigation of this world, since he refused to go to classes (not that they seemed to be held often) or be mistaken for a casual student of this place.