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metalogs2023-01-19 06:38 pm
unkindled_madness) wrote in metalogs2023-01-19 06:38 pm
[open/closed] January catch-all
Who: Sephiroth unkindled_madness
What: The aftermath of his visit home.
When: Post age swap event
Where: Sunset Falls, Central City
Content Warnings: References to human experimentation, mild self-endangerment.
((Adding starters in the comments! Will match format.))
unkindled_madnessWhat: The aftermath of his visit home.
When: Post age swap event
Where: Sunset Falls, Central City
Content Warnings: References to human experimentation, mild self-endangerment.
((Adding starters in the comments! Will match format.))
OPEN | Coffee shop (Sunset Falls OR Central City)
He carries with him a selection of the files David retrieved for him from Hojo's lab. Focused on his reading, he misses the first two times the barista calls his name (although they might be mispronouncing it), and once he retrieves his drink, he moves to settle himself in the abandoned outdoor seating. Does he feel the cold differently, or is he just more willing to trade the discomfort of a crowd for the discomfort of a chill?
He doesn't know. These files are full of data about the Project and the creature that created him, but he doesn't know how much they can answer about what he is now.]
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[Coffee and Central City were Mark's jam, and here he was now, in his winter gear, approaching with a smile. The guy looks busy, and Mark doesn't like to interrupt that much, but he's glad to see the guy as an adult again. So he has to say hi.]
I see you didn't have any issues with cars hitting you.
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No. I've always been a quick learner.
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Was he okay?
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[They didn't get caught, anyway.]
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OPEN | Rooftops (Sunset Falls)
He doesn't have any wings--or at least, not at the moment. He remembers October's transformation distinctly; did that come from her? A change brought on by the Confluence, but taking the shape of something from his alien DNA?
He's not sure if he needs them to fly, and he still balks at the idea of trying to bring on the change deliberately. His powers are easier to stomach if he doesn't have to make himself look like her. Maybe that's superficial.
At any rate, since Mayuko got on his case about jumping off the library roof, he's moved on to the roofs in his neighborhood. He can feel gravity's hold on him loosening; he can jump between buildings and land more softly than he should, but staying aloft eludes him.
The lack of sleep isn't helping his focus or coordination. He attempts a jump that turns out to be too far for him and crashes down in the space between two houses, not quite timing his magic right to soften the landing. It a minor fall, for him. He can thank the Jenova cells for his fast healing, he thinks, huffing to himself where he's lying on the ground. Will he even bruise?]
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Of course he'd arrived in time for the library to be closed, so that sucked. And he didn't know where Sephiroth actually lived, so he'd gone to head for their normal sparring area, only to hear some noise between some houses. Curious as he was, David had to look between them, and saw some familiar silver hair.]
Sephiroth, is that you?
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...I'm fine.
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Need any help?
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[Sephiroth pushes himself to his feet. It does seem to take more effort than it should. His body is sluggish, for him. He pushes his hair out of his face.]
...what are you doing here?
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[Because yes, he's worried, especially seeing this now.]
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I am... working through everything.
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Falling with or without style
[Sunset Falls is nice enough, and he takes the time to get a coffee once he arrives, then spends a little time flying over the city. He knows a few people who live here, doesn't he? Maybe he should-]
[And that's when he sees some guy jump off a roof.]
[He doesn't get there quickly enough to prevent a hard landing; that said, it doesn't look like the guy is much worse for wear (or at least he's not screaming in pain), and Huvrye lands in between the houses, near enough to talk but far enough to be out of arm's reach. The man jumped off a house for a reason; probably not a good idea to spook him.]
Hey. Uh...are you okay?
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Yes. There's no cause to alert emergency services.
[He didn't jump off a roof. He just... failed to miss the ground.]
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If you say so.
...what were you trying to do, anyway?
[Aside from 'jump off a roof.' Mission accomplished for that one.]
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Is that any of your concern?
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CLOSED to Loki | Date Night
He does still feel like something of an imposter, trying to do normal things that normal people do. He's about to go into a shop and buy things, as if there isn't something inside of him that once destroyed a civilization.]
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and if loki hasn't been sleeping well lately, that's no one's problem but his. ]
This one should have a decent range.
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[Sephiroth tilts his head at the shop's exterior. He's bought clothes for himself, of course, but his forays into fashion have been small. It isn't nearly as much of a priority for him as it is for Loki.]
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