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Characters: Kuroro Lucifer and Sephiroth
Location: Casualty Communal, rooftop
Rating: PG
Time: September 27
Description: Instead of bothering the TYL4, Kuroro is instead determined to spend a quiet time with Sephiroth. For the guy's own good. Coz everyone knows Kuroro's presence heals.
Death City was busy these days. There was hardly time for rest before another something to do with the war was popping up. It usually suited Kuroro fine; even if he wasn't as bloodthirsty as some of his group, he could still appreciate action and a fight, even if it was a poor one. These days, he had a lot of more social things he wanted to do, people to follow up on and clues to investigate (what could be put together, given recent events?). Today, he was torn between bothering the four people returned from the past and checking up on Sephiroth. The former would be interesting, but the latter was more important.
No doubt Kurapika was checking up on Cloud now. He should be, if he wasn't. Kuroro made a note to himself to drag Kurapika to the hospital to visit Prussia, and see if they could heal him. It was inconvenient to have the meister disabled when he was a perfectly good fighter on the field. They could use with less invalids.
There was something ironic in casting a spell that forced people together in a city full of meisters and weapons. Ironic, but incredibly efficient, if Kuroro thought of the way he had been inconvenienced with his own partner for the day. He liked Nanako, but the girl was a fellow meister and helpless in battle, and Kuroro had gotten into numerous scrapes trying to plow through the multitude of sand constructs that seemed to target her without letting them touch her. Kuroro reflected on this as he hauled himself out of his balcony and climbed up to the roof, and rubbed on a scratch under his elbow as he swung himself up and located his target, unmistakable for that long, silver hair. Sephiroth may be a villain, but he was mostly a predictable villain, at least to someone like Kuroro.
But he didn't say a word, only approaching the man with a carefully vapid expression on his face.
Location: Casualty Communal, rooftop
Rating: PG
Time: September 27
Description: Instead of bothering the TYL4, Kuroro is instead determined to spend a quiet time with Sephiroth. For the guy's own good. Coz everyone knows Kuroro's presence heals.
Death City was busy these days. There was hardly time for rest before another something to do with the war was popping up. It usually suited Kuroro fine; even if he wasn't as bloodthirsty as some of his group, he could still appreciate action and a fight, even if it was a poor one. These days, he had a lot of more social things he wanted to do, people to follow up on and clues to investigate (what could be put together, given recent events?). Today, he was torn between bothering the four people returned from the past and checking up on Sephiroth. The former would be interesting, but the latter was more important.
No doubt Kurapika was checking up on Cloud now. He should be, if he wasn't. Kuroro made a note to himself to drag Kurapika to the hospital to visit Prussia, and see if they could heal him. It was inconvenient to have the meister disabled when he was a perfectly good fighter on the field. They could use with less invalids.
There was something ironic in casting a spell that forced people together in a city full of meisters and weapons. Ironic, but incredibly efficient, if Kuroro thought of the way he had been inconvenienced with his own partner for the day. He liked Nanako, but the girl was a fellow meister and helpless in battle, and Kuroro had gotten into numerous scrapes trying to plow through the multitude of sand constructs that seemed to target her without letting them touch her. Kuroro reflected on this as he hauled himself out of his balcony and climbed up to the roof, and rubbed on a scratch under his elbow as he swung himself up and located his target, unmistakable for that long, silver hair. Sephiroth may be a villain, but he was mostly a predictable villain, at least to someone like Kuroro.
But he didn't say a word, only approaching the man with a carefully vapid expression on his face.