Here lies a centralized place for any comments/questions/critiques/suggestions for me as to how I play Sephiroth.

Everything and anything's fair game, I just ask three things:

1) Please don't just use this as an opportunity to slag me off and spew vitriol at me. I've heard it all before, it doesn't impress me. Reasonable spelling and grammar is ( Read more... )

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[filtered 85% to Yazoo and Kadaj]

[Sephiroth's voice is quiet, calm]

I think all this has dragged on a little longer than need be, hasn't it? Care to explain your... logic... in all this?

(ooc: Sorry Yazoo-mun, it took a few more hours than I thought to get this up--passed out as soon as I got home, go figure.)

[Sometime a little before dawn, Sephiroth finally comes back from his Mallynapping looking... altogether quite normal.

Anyone who's passing by on an early morning jaunt or somesuch near the fountain can find one half-naked (why do they keep catching him without all his clothes on?) silver-haired fellow lying cuddled up in a fetal position on the ( Read more... )

Well isn't this unusual.

[brb staring out his window at the influx just like everybody else, hello novelty]

[Should anyone be walking outside Community Housing Building 3 early in the afternoon, they'll find an odd sight--several tree trunks stacked neatly in one pile, the cut-off branches in another. A little off to the side of the entrance is Sephiroth, standing in a small area cleared of snow, for once stripped of his customary coat and pauldrons. He ( Read more... )

[Sephiroth's face appears in the book looking completely healed and faintly... puzzled]Mother is... gone. She was with me, only a short while ago. Many of you might have heard some of what transpired--she was somewhat careless with the state of her book, although that was fixed soon enough ( Read more... )

[the journal cuts in with the steady crunch of boots on gravel--and then a quicker, lighter step following; Sephiroth's voice starts up]

"You know I don't need your help, yes?"

[and then... Faith?]

"Help hell. You are ten ways worth of creepy just showing up at my window and asking after borrowing an axe, you know that? Girl's gotta keep an eye ( Read more... )

[there's the sound of an impatient sigh followed by the unmistakable sound of a chocobo's complacent wrrg]

There isn't much point in following me, you know. They'll miss you at that park... wherever it's gone... sooner or later.

[a questioning wark? and then the soft sound of a reluctant skritching]You're desert-born, aren't you? I had a mount ( Read more... )