Lost and Alone... [Active/Open]

[godamongmortals]

Characters: Sephiroth, anyone who feels like helping him out. :-/ Please.
Content: Sephiroth wandered away from the museum he was staying in. Then the monster attacked and now he's a bit lost, looking for either Lucrecia or Vincent or...well, anybody.
Location: Well...he's lost, but he wandered away from the New Museum of Contemporary Art (?) and

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[feverxtimexbaby]

Anise had run from her apartment as fast as her legs could take her. Several times she had tried to find Ratchet, banging on his door and looking around floor after floor for him, but in the end, she had had to give it up and leave. She didn't care where she was, only that she got somewhere safe, somewhere where there were other people.

She veered a corner and nearly slammed into Sephiroth. Anise stumbled backward quickly and turned to run in the other direction when she realized...this was a person. Not only that, but she recognized him from the journals.

Out of breath, she stood there, hunched over, breathing heavily as she stared up at him.

[godamongmortals]

Sephiroth looked down at the girl in front of him. He had been about to call out when she had turned but she had stopped of her own accord. She seemed a little familiar... Which probably meant he had seen her on the journals. Ah yes, she had been the one who had warned him about the monster.

He waited a little for her to catch her breath.

"You're...from the journals, aren't you?" he asked. "I never got your name, I don't think..."

[feverxtimexbaby]

In any normal situation, she would have happily chirped her name and started an idle chat with the man. However, this was far from a normal situation.

Once Anise had caught her breath, she said quietly, "Oh, right...I'm Anise. I met you on the journals a little while ago. What's your name?" She rubbed one eye with her fist. Was Ratchet even alive after this ordeal? Was anyone alive, besides her and this person she had met on the journals?

One of her pigtails was starting to come loose. Anise absentmindedly reached up to fix it, turning her gaze to the ground.

[godamongmortals]

Anise. Sephiroth committed it to memory, as he usually did when learning someone's name. It was better than forgetting it and appearing rude if they met again afterward.

"My name is Sephiroth," the ex-general replied. He glanced around the deserted street. "Have you seen anyone else since the monster retreated?" he asked, watching her fix her hair.