[incomplete -- OPEN]

[bloodcamellia]

Who: Setsuka, OPEN
When: This would be her first arrival in Purg. ^^
Where: The cherry blossom tree by the river.
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Setsuka's new to Purg and sitting in a cage. Life goes from there.

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[resurrected_god]

Since his arrival, he had never seen anything as magnificent and breathtaking as the tree that suddenly appeared by the river. Despite the extreme cold and icy winds, the cherry blossom tree stood in all its glory as if completely untouched by its surrounding environment.

As usual, Sephiroth was keeping from the city and following the frozen river when he spotted the tree's brilliance from a distance. Considering the nature of Purgatorium, such a sight was entirely unnatural as much of the place was desolate and decrepit. Curiosity piqued, he couldn't help but draw closer to inspect it.

His boots crunched through ice and snow as he made his way along the river banks until he reached the tree. Stepping underneath its umbrella of leaves, petals, and branches was like entering a completely different realm; the Purgatorium gray seemed to suddenly disappear. Even the usual stench, which was everywhere the SOLDIER had explored, was replaced by a soft and faint fragrance.

Finally arriving at the base of the tree, he looked down into the metal cage to see a fairly carefree lady sitting within. As the tree hardly was affected by the weather, she seemed completely unaware that she had arrived as some sort of punishment; instead, she was playing with the snow in a very innocent and childlike manner.

He couldn't help but comment, "How odd."

[bloodcamellia]

"The snow is so clean out here," Setsuka started, as though continuing an ongoing conversation, "though the air is somewhat stale."

Taking a handful of snow, she let it melt into her palm before taking a sip of the water. And then she giggled--a soft, floating laugh--as though she were schoolgirl-aged. Without lifting her head, she tilted her eyes up to meet those of the man-behind-the-bars, her hand covering her mouth.

"Ahh,... how odd, indeed," she said, voice amused, gaze strangely suggestive.

This man had beautiful eyes. Odd, out of place, but beautiful eyes.