Bring me your enemies [OPEN]
Characters: Sephiroth Crescent and OPEN
Content: Sephiroth is tuning up his plane, though feel free to make him wander the ship too.
Setting: The hangar
Time: Night
Warnings: Language, maybe. Also, LJ isn't sending me notifs till about 8 hours later, if that, so feel free to IM me/shoot me an e-mail if you are waiting for a tag! <3
He had not been on this ship for very long and already much had happened. And by much he meant just an assassination attempt on one of the boatswains. Not only that but the finger was pointed at the then-missing First Mate. He didn't know much about the people of this crew, so he didn't know what their reputation was (nor did he particularly care) but nonetheless, it was still an odd incident. Sephiroth had made several comments to people but it looks like not much was going to be said about it currently.
Growing a bit tired of trying to seek information he couldn't get his hands on just yet, he retreated to the hangar where he could take a look at Masamune, make sure she was alright and tune her up a bit. The late night made the quiet and bereft of other people, letting him work in silence. And so, there he stood, his sword prompt against a wing, his jacket draped right next to it, and his long hair held up into a bun with a pencil. The engine hatch was open and light metal clangs and soft grunts were heard as he continued working on his pride and joy.
Well, one of them.
Content: Sephiroth is tuning up his plane, though feel free to make him wander the ship too.
Setting: The hangar
Time: Night
Warnings: Language, maybe. Also, LJ isn't sending me notifs till about 8 hours later, if that, so feel free to IM me/shoot me an e-mail if you are waiting for a tag! <3
He had not been on this ship for very long and already much had happened. And by much he meant just an assassination attempt on one of the boatswains. Not only that but the finger was pointed at the then-missing First Mate. He didn't know much about the people of this crew, so he didn't know what their reputation was (nor did he particularly care) but nonetheless, it was still an odd incident. Sephiroth had made several comments to people but it looks like not much was going to be said about it currently.
Growing a bit tired of trying to seek information he couldn't get his hands on just yet, he retreated to the hangar where he could take a look at Masamune, make sure she was alright and tune her up a bit. The late night made the quiet and bereft of other people, letting him work in silence. And so, there he stood, his sword prompt against a wing, his jacket draped right next to it, and his long hair held up into a bun with a pencil. The engine hatch was open and light metal clangs and soft grunts were heard as he continued working on his pride and joy.
Well, one of them.