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[ake_no_rosso]

Who: Rosso the Crimson (ake_no_rosso), Sephiroth (sephiroth_san)
When: Day 51(?), 10:30 p.m.
Location: Small Refugee Camp, North of Cosmo Canyon
Rating: PG-13 for lots of implied violence.
Summary: Rosso's awake, and doing what she does best: kill people.

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[sephiroth_san]

The view from the mountainside was pretty immense from this height. Sephiroth was perched on an outcrop of rock which might have been hazardous for anyone without his superior intuition and balance. Flight had started to ache in places that he couldn't figure out why and so despite his need to get to Nibelheim and meet with his brothers the final leg would have to be completed in the morning. Another rough night out in the wilderness stretched itself out in front of him much like the fading light from the day had

[ake_no_rosso]

Most of the 'action' had died off by the time the one-winged angel found himself in the ruins of the camp site. Some of the fires were still going strong, but the inhabitants seemed to have all fled. Those that weren't lying about in bloody piles on the ground, that is.

Rosso herself was picking through the wreckage for any sign of who these people might have been, or where this place might be. Shoot first, ask questions later, it appeared. Her eyes drew skyward once again, however, when a dark shape barely illuminated by the smoldering flames, swooped overhead, and her taloned hands closed into fists.

Who...?

[sephiroth_san]

30 Second Fury

Was the thought that passed through Sephiroth's mind as he swooped in close for a better look. Most of the refugees had either fled to a safe distance into the night or were left where they had fallen. He thought he saw someone rummaging amidst the now-smaller flames, with equally fiery hair and what appeared to be a long red tassel as part of their attire.

Lightly the one-winged angel allowed his feet to rest on the ground silently before folding the large black wing back into his back a little in case there might be a reason to take to the air again. Silver hair fell around him with the landing but settled itself well disciplined down his back. The light from the flames danced on the shining pauldrons at his shoulders as Sephiroth regarded his only company in the almost circle of flames - this stranger.

[ake_no_rosso]

She had never seen him herself before, but there was no mistaking him.

He embodied unimaginable grace and power, his gaze intelligent and calculating. Something about him made her senses stand at absolute attention, a predator sensing a more powerful alpha in the territory and poised to see what came of the encounter.

"Well well well...imagine finding the great Sephiroth in a backwater place like this," she remarked, her head cocking slightly to one side as she shifted to face him more fully. Alert, yes, but not afraid. She feared nothing, feared no one, not even the greatest SOLDIER who had ever lived, the goal towards the scientists of Deepground had been laboring. Even Weiss was no match... Yet she found herself intrigued, rather than alarmed or threatened.

"I take it rumors of your death were greatly exaggerated, darling?"