Serendipity [active]

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Character(s): Sephiroth, Celes
Content: Serendipity
Setting: Niflheim area
Time: Mid afternoonish
Warnings: None (yet)

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Sephiroth could not help but feel sorry for the lady. He knew how she had to feel about being here; felt the same way himself. But he also had to admire the strength in her voice as well as her audacity. I mean, who wears armor shaped like a bikini?

None of that showed on his face as he bent down to help her collect her pamphlets. "If you need someplace to sit down to read through these," he offered, "there's a teahouse nearby. I could lead you to it, if you'd like, Miss...?"

The fact that she was armed was not lost on Sephiroth's consciousness. It was a curved, wide-bladed sword, from the look of its scabbard, wider at the tip; a falchion. Long considered the weapon of a peasant, it was far more dangerous in the right hands than most gave it credit for. And from the look of things, she was no peasant, which meant she probably knew how to handle it.

A piece of materia fell from his gauntlet with a soft 'plink' of crystal on pavement, and rolled over to bump into Celes' foot...

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Sephiroth watched Celes now with folded arms, the expression on his face utterly serious. "I think, perhaps, that you need to sit down. Your mana is depleted." It was rather obvious, even to Sephiroth; such a Working would deplete even -his- reserves. And how had she managed to coax the advanced form from materia bearing the memories of the base form?

"My name, General Celes Chere, is Sephiroth. General Sephiroth, SOLDIER First Class, of the ShinRa corporate army. I rather think my... employer... would like to meet you. If nothing else, we can help you get on your feet in this place even as we do so ourselves."

His bearing was more military now, his shoulders a little straighter (not that they had been slumped to begin with), though he still had that peculiar panther grace about him, the air of a martial master...

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Sephiroth offered a nod which turned into a bow as he collected the materia, then gestured for her to follow. "ShinRa is a corporation. An energy company, at least nominally, though we dabble in things like heavy weapons, genetic engineering, and a rather large military. I'm not really the best source for information about the company itself; I'm the leader of the military branch. The current president, Rufus Shinra, would be a better source

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Having taken a seat, Sephiroth shrugged a little bit. "I'm not familiar with any 'empire', except from history texts dated almost four centuries. Perhaps we're from far distant points on that timeline; there are several others here from much closer to my time, but not my -precise- time

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Sephiroth glanced over the menu again, making note of the options. "An order of shrimp-fried rice and a glass of iced tea, please. Nothing to go."

Handing over the menu, he reached down to retrieve the pouch of gil from his belt. Having checked the menu, he knew the cost of the meal; about fifty 'shinies', whatever they were. Well, only one way to find out. He counted out a few coins, about 75 gil just to be on the safe side, and put it out in the middle of the table.

"I don't mean to pry, General, but maybe we can figure this out together. What were you doing before you were brought here?" He had folded his hands on top of the table, and was looking across at her patiently. (Where had his sword gone? It was nowhere to be seen...) There was nothing lecherous about his look; he was addressing her as an equal, someone who deserved the respect of her rank. ShinRa was an equal opportunity company, after all; gone were the days when a woman couldn't hold the same jobs or get the same pay and respect as a man.