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Falling Headfirst [Active, Open]

Jun 27, 2009 01:08

Character(s): Seifer Almasy, Rinoa Heartilly, Squall Leonhart and anyone else...
Content: Seifer arrives (headfirst) in Paixao after moments (eternity?) in Time Compression.
Setting: Niflheim Gate
Time: Day and early afternoon.
Warnings: None?

( When finding yourself in an unfamiliar place, the first thing to do is to spot the source of greatest possible danger. )

niflheim, seifer almasy, squall leonhart, rinoa heartilly

Comments 7

timberwings June 26 2009, 19:36:51 UTC

After having spent quite some time at the Cafe Erseset, Rinoa had decided to just spend the day just taking a look at the city, of course that would start with the Niflheim Gate that was nearby. It was after all, a magnificent structure. Making her way through the crowds, she hadn't noticed the more familiar blond in the sea of them. Though her black hair no doubt seemed to stick out like a sore thumb as she walked by.

maybeimaleon June 26 2009, 20:48:18 UTC

Rather unsurprisingly, Rinoa wasn't exactly alone. Admittedly, Squall knew the city better than Rinoa did, but that was hardly going to stop him. Even a SeeD commander deserved a day off now and then.

Sadly, he wasn't exactly looking for anyone arriving today and had likewise missed the familiar blond among the sea of blonds. But if nothing else, his brown hair would certainly stand out, to say nothing of the gunblade slung across his back. Days off were, after all, absolutely no reason to go unarmed. Or not as far as he was concerned.

uritemalamundi June 27 2009, 02:52:06 UTC

Oh, ****.

It was like his mind was playing tricks on him. Seifer paused and froze on his tired, tired legs. Hours of walking and just -look- at what he found. He wasn't sure how to react. The black hair had been first to draw his attention, but the wings stenciled on her blue duster had been unmistakable. He noted to himself that it had been a long time since he last saw her alone.

And then, there it was. "Aw, hell." Revolver's hilt, glinting in the sunlight over the shoulder of the -other- man with a scar. His grey-blue eyes were fixed on some other object beyond the sea of blondes.

They hadn't yet seen him. But they were still walking his way. His first instinct was to hide (among all these blonde clones it wasn't going to be all that difficult). Meeting these two was either going to be immensely awkward at best and hostile at worst. For one, Seifer did the sensible thing (for once) and waited for them to pass. He blended in so nicely, there was no way they could spot him. Unless, of course, he opened his very, very big mouth ( ... )

timberwings June 27 2009, 14:31:34 UTC

No. It couldn't be, could it?

Pausing in her tracks, she looked up quickly at the familiar blond that no longer seemed to blend in with the crowd the moment she heard the comment. The surprise on her face was apparent, but there was certainly no anger or fear of him. Just pure surprise. After all, she certainly hadn't expected to run into such a familiar face.

"Seifer?"

uritemalamundi June 27 2009, 15:02:00 UTC

The undisguised surprise in her voice caught him unawares.

He expected some anger. Some contempt. The last time he'd seen her she was sprawled on the floor in front of Sorceress Adel. Technically, he had let Time Compression happen.

"The one and only," Seifer shifted so Hyperion glinted under his trenchcoat. If things did get ugly, he was prepared. Truth be told, though, he was exhausted. Seifer being Seifer, a night of peaceful rest wasn't worth the blow his dignity would suffer if he acted like any less of the confident jerk he'd always been.

"Miss me?"