[OPEN] In the morning before Marlene's network post.
Characters: pure-lineage and OPEN
Location: Death City streets
Rating: PG (to be safe!)
Time: 9th of Dec, Morning.
Description: Things had been going relatively well for Sephiroth as of late. His partnership seemed to finally be back on track, and the ex-General had even begun settling into his life and the new living style here. So with Cloud training, Sephiroth took to the streets to keep himself occupied.
There were moments here where he found it almost difficult to image that he'd been here for almost five whole months. Yet there were other times where the ex-General felt as though his time on Gaea had been nothing but a bad memory. It would have been an easy delusion to allow himself to slip into, but Sephiroth knew he was not one to let go of the past. What had happened meant far too much to him, and he didn't want to forget everything that had brought him to this point. How was it that he had lived for over thirty years on Gaea, but he had never felt alive before arriving here to this world?
His pace momentarily stopped after that thought, but it wasn't due to the implication behind it, but more to the fact that the pedestrian crossing had not yet singled his side to move. Odd. Had he encountered such a block in his path in the past, Sephiroth would have made the traffic stop for him, or had simply remained travelling over the rooftops. They were still his safety net, the rooftops that is, but he felt no need to travel by them as things were.
No, today he was content enough to travel along the sidewalk. Where he was going, it didn't matter, for the destination was the furthest thing from his mind. Instead, the ex-General simply allowed his booted feet to take him wherever they wished to go. To those who glanced his way as he passed, he would have appeared just as closed off and inaccessible as when he'd first arrived. It was only those who knew him well would see the change in his demeanour. Others who looked would never have caught the fact that his shoulders were relaxed, or that when he began walking again at the sight of green, that his pace had any level of casualness hidden within. All they would have seen would have been a military pace. Short, sharp, and precise.
Location: Death City streets
Rating: PG (to be safe!)
Time: 9th of Dec, Morning.
Description: Things had been going relatively well for Sephiroth as of late. His partnership seemed to finally be back on track, and the ex-General had even begun settling into his life and the new living style here. So with Cloud training, Sephiroth took to the streets to keep himself occupied.
There were moments here where he found it almost difficult to image that he'd been here for almost five whole months. Yet there were other times where the ex-General felt as though his time on Gaea had been nothing but a bad memory. It would have been an easy delusion to allow himself to slip into, but Sephiroth knew he was not one to let go of the past. What had happened meant far too much to him, and he didn't want to forget everything that had brought him to this point. How was it that he had lived for over thirty years on Gaea, but he had never felt alive before arriving here to this world?
His pace momentarily stopped after that thought, but it wasn't due to the implication behind it, but more to the fact that the pedestrian crossing had not yet singled his side to move. Odd. Had he encountered such a block in his path in the past, Sephiroth would have made the traffic stop for him, or had simply remained travelling over the rooftops. They were still his safety net, the rooftops that is, but he felt no need to travel by them as things were.
No, today he was content enough to travel along the sidewalk. Where he was going, it didn't matter, for the destination was the furthest thing from his mind. Instead, the ex-General simply allowed his booted feet to take him wherever they wished to go. To those who glanced his way as he passed, he would have appeared just as closed off and inaccessible as when he'd first arrived. It was only those who knew him well would see the change in his demeanour. Others who looked would never have caught the fact that his shoulders were relaxed, or that when he began walking again at the sight of green, that his pace had any level of casualness hidden within. All they would have seen would have been a military pace. Short, sharp, and precise.