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xredeyedvampx in purgatorium_log

[Complete]

Dec 08, 2007 21:24

Who: Duzell and all who wants to bug him [Open]
When: Right now
Where: Edge of the forest, near town
Rating: PG ish
Warnings: none
Summary: Duzell decided to take a walk with his new sword, in the icy snow.

( The snow fell like droplets of rain, but instead of water, it was particles of tiny ice crystals formed together. )

vg: duzell, !complete, code geass: euphemia, ff7: sephiroth

Comments 33

I hope you don't mind that it's Sephiroth (again) who I'd like to bring into this log. ^^ resurrected_god December 9 2007, 14:03:33 UTC

Breaking away from the places that he usually wandered, such as the desolate sandy beach or the general outskirts of the city, the silver-haired man took to a little stroll in the forest. As long as he kept far from the city, the voice in his head was easy to ignore. He was never afraid to hide his identity, never the type to hide where he tread because where he was from, he was the best SOLDIER there ever was--a perfect one ( ... )

HAI GUYZ, can I join? *A* xeuphonious December 9 2007, 17:16:58 UTC

As it began to near the Christmas season in her world, Euphemia found herself traipsing around the woods, looking for little things to decorate the small home she was renting out from Alice. Nevermind necessities like food and heat and clothing; Euphemia was still wandering around in her billowy ballgown, the very one she'd died in (though it had been washed), feeling the very ache of the cold into the marrow of her bones through her thin silk slippers. She was sorry she didn't have much of a jacket, but maybe if she concentrated enough on finding pinecones, evergreen branches, and other things, she wouldn't mind the bite of the weather that was making goosebumps raising on her pale skin ( ... )

xredeyedvampx December 10 2007, 00:52:04 UTC

The snow fell against his clothes and melted to nothing more but droplets of water, something he would know of, of course. The wind wasn't exactly calm, but it wasn't violent either. It kept blowing at his pale face, pricking it like icicle needles, but if there were needles of ice, he could not see it nor, did he feel a sort of pain towards it. His green hues mounted on the vegeations that seemd to die out in the cold icy world, while keeping his hands on a tight grasp around his sword ( ... )

resurrected_god December 10 2007, 03:17:06 UTC

There was another--someone not all that far from him. Had Sephiroth been the madman he was upon arrival, he would have quickly drawn his sword and moved to sacrifice the two to his Mother; however, death had a way of changing people, and he no longer knew his Mother was the voice that was trying to reach him, the voice that he kept on ignoring. His original mission, to transform Purgatorium into the Promised Land and offer it to his Mother, was completely forgotten along with memories of said 'parent' during his death ( ... )

xeuphonious December 11 2007, 00:41:03 UTC

The crunching of Sephiroth's feet eventually reached Euphemia's ears; she reacted at first like a startled rabbit, taking one or two steps away from the men and dropping the small pile of pinecones she carried in her lily-white arms. Then, seeing it was just two effeminate males, she gave a sigh, picked up her things, and stood up again. For a moment, she wavered; after all, this was a land of sinners, and sinners had done bad things, hadn't they? Even she had, though she couldn't recall or even the name the act that'd done her in here, and it was best to practice some caution ( ... )