Binding Chains [active]
Character(s): Seymour, Anima, and anyone drawn in by the commotion
Content: Due to Larxene's latest tricks, Seymour and Anima find themselves in a rather unusual situation
Setting: I7(ish)
Time: Roughly midday
Warnings: Seymour-in-Anima's-body isn't happy, which might make him prone to attempting harm.
Having grown bored with the influx of people around the gate, Seymour had decided to explore the city spread before him. It was certainly no Zanarkand, or even Bevelle, but it was also not the Farplane and given that he had expected that to have been his next destination he would quite willing accept this reprieve, temporary though it may be. And if this was to be his temporary home, then by all means he should explore it, should he not? True, he did yet long to see the trees of Gaudosalam again, but for now this would do - though it seemed to lack a great deal of the things he had come to take for granted during his life and past it.
And yet, for all his experiences in life, nothing could prepare him for what would come next...
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Stone. Cold. Dark. Waiting. An eternity of waiting in a cold stone-dark prison. Silent and dead. Waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Waiting for... waiting for... light? Light! Lightlightlightlight. Go to the light and...
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He blinked as his surroundings seemed to blur for a moment. That shouldn't have happened should it. He didn't need to sleep, and he shouldn't be able to get sick so easily. He shrugged - probably just (lightlightlight) nothing and continued on his (light) way. He got no more than a few more steps before his world collapsed into darkness and cold as something else came to the light.
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Light again. And after so long. But ... not the same as before. Smaller. More human than she'd felt in years. A brief glance down at herself gave an explanation why, at least - delicate human hands met her glance. Hands so very different from the ones she'd grown so used to over the past years. And solid, unlike the half-form called out of the stone in the presence of a summoner. Only... maybe not so human after all on second look. No, no, not human at all. More like a Guado's than a man's...
A pause as she reached up to 'her' face, exploring it (carefully, carefully; those nails were sharp) as if to memorize its contours. Yes, she knew this face, had seen it before. But if she was here, then where was he? Where had her son gone?
Seconds later the answer presented itself as Anima summoned herself (himself?) for quite possibly the first time in the history of aeons. And none too pleased either, to judge by that tone of shriek that echoed across the area. This ... might not end well.
Content: Due to Larxene's latest tricks, Seymour and Anima find themselves in a rather unusual situation
Setting: I7(ish)
Time: Roughly midday
Warnings: Seymour-in-Anima's-body isn't happy, which might make him prone to attempting harm.
Having grown bored with the influx of people around the gate, Seymour had decided to explore the city spread before him. It was certainly no Zanarkand, or even Bevelle, but it was also not the Farplane and given that he had expected that to have been his next destination he would quite willing accept this reprieve, temporary though it may be. And if this was to be his temporary home, then by all means he should explore it, should he not? True, he did yet long to see the trees of Gaudosalam again, but for now this would do - though it seemed to lack a great deal of the things he had come to take for granted during his life and past it.
And yet, for all his experiences in life, nothing could prepare him for what would come next...
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Stone. Cold. Dark. Waiting. An eternity of waiting in a cold stone-dark prison. Silent and dead. Waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Waiting for... waiting for... light? Light! Lightlightlightlight. Go to the light and...
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He blinked as his surroundings seemed to blur for a moment. That shouldn't have happened should it. He didn't need to sleep, and he shouldn't be able to get sick so easily. He shrugged - probably just (lightlightlight) nothing and continued on his (light) way. He got no more than a few more steps before his world collapsed into darkness and cold as something else came to the light.
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Light again. And after so long. But ... not the same as before. Smaller. More human than she'd felt in years. A brief glance down at herself gave an explanation why, at least - delicate human hands met her glance. Hands so very different from the ones she'd grown so used to over the past years. And solid, unlike the half-form called out of the stone in the presence of a summoner. Only... maybe not so human after all on second look. No, no, not human at all. More like a Guado's than a man's...
A pause as she reached up to 'her' face, exploring it (carefully, carefully; those nails were sharp) as if to memorize its contours. Yes, she knew this face, had seen it before. But if she was here, then where was he? Where had her son gone?
Seconds later the answer presented itself as Anima summoned herself (himself?) for quite possibly the first time in the history of aeons. And none too pleased either, to judge by that tone of shriek that echoed across the area. This ... might not end well.