Characters: Ban Midou,
vatheon who wants to join him
Location: the rooftop of the Viscus apartment building
Time: Nighttime, just after Kefka's battle
Style: Any, starting in prose
Status: Open
It had taken long enough for his shoulder to heal up to the point that he could climb up to the roof without straining it. He grumbled under his breath, sitting on the edge of the roof as he stuck a cigarette between his lips. A few seconds later, he sighed, the lighter back in his pocket. For the time being, his right arm was loose, though the sling was still there should his shoulder act up any more.
Hearing the ruckus in the plaza, he glanced over at the fireworks display, but made no move to get up. It sounded as if it was ending anyway, and Ban was in no mood to get involved. He was already aggravated enough over the shit going on back home, and having it apparently follow him here (in a twisted sense) put him in a worse mood than usual. The only good thing about it all was that both Jackal and Alucard weren't around to make it worse.
As such, he remained where he was, thoughts whirling as he watched over the nightlife in Vatheon.