The Schemer and the Keybearer of Earth [active]
Character(s): Zexion and Terra
Content: A new scent has arisen. The schemer seeks to find out to whom it belongs.
Setting: The day after this
Time: One of the various stores around the city
Warnings: Potential manipulation
A near-familiar scent in a strange city. Zexion would almost have called it a stroke of luck, had he not known both that the chance of finding anyone arriving in Paixao was based solely on random chance and that there was no guarantee that it would even be someone worth the effort. Still, that was no reason to take chances. The fewer chances he had to be recognized here the better. Of course, he rarely went as himself these days, but assuming they were related to the Superior it would be better to leave his more usual disguise behind. 'Ian' was too close to various things he'd been called. Better to leave that behind for now.
Fortunately, he'd long since arranged for a back-up plan. Thus it was that the person stepping out into the streets of the city proper was - or rather appeared to be - a pale young man with a shock on messily-trimmed red hair. From there it was merely the matter of tracking the scent back to its origin. It took time, of course, but eventually he managed to trace it to one of the small shops scattered around the place.
Not the first place he would have looked, but no matter. It was as good a place to start as any.
Content: A new scent has arisen. The schemer seeks to find out to whom it belongs.
Setting: The day after this
Time: One of the various stores around the city
Warnings: Potential manipulation
A near-familiar scent in a strange city. Zexion would almost have called it a stroke of luck, had he not known both that the chance of finding anyone arriving in Paixao was based solely on random chance and that there was no guarantee that it would even be someone worth the effort. Still, that was no reason to take chances. The fewer chances he had to be recognized here the better. Of course, he rarely went as himself these days, but assuming they were related to the Superior it would be better to leave his more usual disguise behind. 'Ian' was too close to various things he'd been called. Better to leave that behind for now.
Fortunately, he'd long since arranged for a back-up plan. Thus it was that the person stepping out into the streets of the city proper was - or rather appeared to be - a pale young man with a shock on messily-trimmed red hair. From there it was merely the matter of tracking the scent back to its origin. It took time, of course, but eventually he managed to trace it to one of the small shops scattered around the place.
Not the first place he would have looked, but no matter. It was as good a place to start as any.