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Aug 24, 2009 09:14

characters: abscederes & WHOEVER~!
location: Seph's Apartment.
time: Morning, after his training. Say, about 10:00.
rating: Totes G.
open/closed: OPEN~!!!
what: Seph's chillin' at home. If you wanna show up, just assuming he told your character where he lived is a-okay.

( fuck yo witty remark. )

sephiroth, clovis la britannia, zack fair

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neverwinged September 26 2009, 00:45:20 UTC

"Come on, damnit--"

If nothing else, this was extremely unfair. He was being singled out, or discriminated against, or something else that was unjust and completely and totally not cool. It was bad enough that they had to be tiny, white, and fluffy, but to be entirely useless was just very much uncalled for.

And not only that, this accursed city had decided to let people with no wings or wing-like appendages at all to just start floating around, with no flapping or running and jumping involved. Just, poof, floating people everywhere. And the people who had wings, people who damn well deserved them after everything he'd been through, were permanently grounded ( ... )

justsopretty September 26 2009, 20:20:36 UTC

His sister was nowhere to be found. It was more than a little lonely to be in a house by himself. The thought that she might actually be gone forever was one that did not sit well with the prince -- not that he would ever admit as much. Forever was such a long time to think that he would be forced to be on his own. And he was also uncertain if he would be allowed to live in such nice accommodations now that the one that had acquired them was no longer present. Rather than go through the humiliation of being ejected from the proper living arrangements, he packed his things to leave on his own.

This was more than a little difficult for him, unfortunately. He had to make himself something of a makeshift wagon in order to hold all of his fabrics, paint supplies, sewing supplies, etc. But now he needed a new place to live. He thought about who he could live with, but he was becoming more than a little winded dragging his numerous essentials behind him. Sweat and exertion evident on his face, which was unacceptable for a prince to show ( ... )

theantecedent September 27 2009, 01:31:59 UTC

… Sounds he was certainly he was unsure he’d ever heard. Zack’s muffled curses through the door brought him back from his reverie, and just as he approached the door to see what all the commotion was about ( ... )

neverwinged September 27 2009, 09:32:02 UTC

He had to admit, that was probably one of the more odd events that'd happened over the course of his stay in this strange city ( ... )

justsopretty September 27 2009, 19:14:37 UTC

His head perked up slightly under the covers, not because he thought that he should explain himself or had a sudden epiphany to exit the bed that he had stolen, but he realized that he was still wearing his knee-high boots. How undignified. Even if the bed itself probably could have been better. Oh, how he wished for the silk and other fine fabrics that he used to encase himself in each night back home. It took a bit of struggling under the covers but soon there were the sounds of the heels hitting the floor next to the bed as he finally was able to tug his beloved white (though, now quite dirty thanks to his surroundings) boots off ( ... )

theantecedent September 27 2009, 20:45:46 UTC

“Of course not,” he replies with something between amusement and scorn, folding his arm as he leans against the open door and observes Clovis’s show without responding to the inquiry. Roommate? Since when did he have a roommate? He had scarcely seen Clovis, let alone invite him into his makeshift abode. (Truthfully, even Sephiroth had found the living arrangement to be … sub-par. He was used to the skyline view from his quarters in Midgar, overlooking the alight and graceful city. He remembered facing the 4th, 5th, and 6th plates from his window with a palpable respect for the grandness of its contrivance and the distant admiration for a city he was protecting: scarcely the only home he had ever known ( ... )

OH GOD LATE FAIL /cliff neverwinged October 3 2009, 11:45:16 UTC

... don't laugh, Fair. You'll get yourself thwacked.Although it was horribly entertaining. Sephiroth wasn't one for house guests, let alone roommates. The man was not social. So it was with sheer willpower that Zack held his snickers in, although on the outside it was very obvious that was a difficult task. Here he thought the day was going to be as uneventful as ever, and the frustration of the wings not working properly hadn't made that much better ( ... )

... as Take becomes Bella ... justsopretty October 4 2009, 19:34:36 UTC

Clovis's hand shot out from underneath the covers to point dramatically at those words, but the gloved hand fell down to the side of the bed. Apparently, he was so winded and exhausted from actually having to do work that it honestly was just too much effort to keep up the conversation. It snaked back underneath the covers as the lump moved to roll over to the side. There was mumbling underneath the blankets that sounded suspiciously like, "This bed smells." But it could have really been anything ( ... )

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