Who: Genesis, Rabastan, and whoever feels like joining [OPEN] Where: Town square by the fountain When: This morning Summary: Bast likes his new sleeping perch Rating: TBA
Priceless. Really, quite astonishingly wonderful. He'd been easy enough to find - always had been, because he'd always been so contemptibly predictable. That didn't really mean much here, but it did to Sephiroth, who took this ease at yet another tarnish to Genesis' filth.
He smiled. It was a bright thing, one of the brightest in some time. Because for all he hated Genesis, the first of their group of three to betray (and of course, taking Angeal with him, Sephiroth had known it would be so) and desert, he'd been curious. And his loathing of the redhead, all fire and heat as he was, really made this quite spectacular.
Briefly, he eyed the cat. The wizard in question then.
"You did this?"
His gaze was drawn back to Genesis, as the gazes of most usually were, and his shoulders shook with laughter, cruel and derisive.
Bast was one of the very few people in the city that had never heard of Sephiroth or met him. All in all, the crazy wizard tended to ignore most everyone and walk along his own winding path. Much as Sephiroth had his god complex, Rabastan had his own to a lesser extent. If a person wasn't a wizard or witch, they really didn't deserve to live. If they weren't pureblooded, death was probably the best thing for them, the most merciful
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Incapable of speech, then. He had to be a shapeshifter then, alien as the concept was. Briefly, amidst his amusement, he reflected that it was a shame the wizard had not drank of the fountain when he'd corrupted it. The fact that he could do such a thing demonstrated some considerable level of power
( ... )
The cat leaped lightly onto the sword again, padding along it to the end and jumping down. The minute the feline's feet touched the ground, he shifted into being a person again... a person who was a full foot shorter than Sephiroth. Rabastan Lestrange was not exactly a terrifying person. At five feet tall, he failed to tower over anyone. Fourteen years in Azkaban had reduced his body weight to roughly a hundred pounds, the wizard left with a gaunt frame. His eyes were unspectacular, sunken somewhat into his skull from malnutrition and lack of light for so long
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He smiled. It was a bright thing, one of the brightest in some time. Because for all he hated Genesis, the first of their group of three to betray (and of course, taking Angeal with him, Sephiroth had known it would be so) and desert, he'd been curious. And his loathing of the redhead, all fire and heat as he was, really made this quite spectacular.
Briefly, he eyed the cat. The wizard in question then.
"You did this?"
His gaze was drawn back to Genesis, as the gazes of most usually were, and his shoulders shook with laughter, cruel and derisive.
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