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Who: Angeal Hewley and you!
Where: Shopping District.
Style: Third.
Status: Open!
Angeal hadn't done much exploring since arriving. Honestly, he hadn't had the time. With Genesis being unconscious for the first few days and then the horribly uncomfortable experience of having one of his attacks shown on screen, to all of the world, he had wanted to just hide away for a little while.
It didn't help that he was still in pain, but Angeal wasn't going to let it keep him down. The pain fluctuated, and today it was easily bearable, so he'd ventured out alone to explore and investigate this world he'd been thrown into. It was definitely pretty here, and not at all as depressing as Midgar, but none of it compared to the beauty and simplicity that once was Banora. Not that his home even existed anymore, of course. Not after the firebomb.
He'd wandered, and soon found himself in the shopping district. It was a busy place, even in the bitter cold, but he was sure it was crowded and cram-packed when warmer weather was prevalent.
Sighing lightly to himself, he'd paused outside a shop to examine what was inside. A basic gardening shop, nothing special, but it did pique his old interests. White wings shook in the wind, the large one stretching in the desire to fly, the small one tucking itself against his back to hide from the cold breeze. Blue eyes lifted to the sky and Angeal sighed softly. Was it even worth flying anymore?
Where: Shopping District.
Style: Third.
Status: Open!
Angeal hadn't done much exploring since arriving. Honestly, he hadn't had the time. With Genesis being unconscious for the first few days and then the horribly uncomfortable experience of having one of his attacks shown on screen, to all of the world, he had wanted to just hide away for a little while.
It didn't help that he was still in pain, but Angeal wasn't going to let it keep him down. The pain fluctuated, and today it was easily bearable, so he'd ventured out alone to explore and investigate this world he'd been thrown into. It was definitely pretty here, and not at all as depressing as Midgar, but none of it compared to the beauty and simplicity that once was Banora. Not that his home even existed anymore, of course. Not after the firebomb.
He'd wandered, and soon found himself in the shopping district. It was a busy place, even in the bitter cold, but he was sure it was crowded and cram-packed when warmer weather was prevalent.
Sighing lightly to himself, he'd paused outside a shop to examine what was inside. A basic gardening shop, nothing special, but it did pique his old interests. White wings shook in the wind, the large one stretching in the desire to fly, the small one tucking itself against his back to hide from the cold breeze. Blue eyes lifted to the sky and Angeal sighed softly. Was it even worth flying anymore?