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thenearshore2016-11-01 08:30 am
prideinthefall) wrote in thenearshore2016-11-01 08:30 am
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[ OPEN ] Time and Time Again.
Who: Sephiroth and you
Where: Hephaestus' temple and the Near Shore
When: May 11th
What: Sword work and shampoo.
Warnings: Standard Sephiroth-is-a-jerk warnings apply.
Prompt I: Practicing
It's barely past dawn and the weak light of the sun spills over a flat, circle area near Hephaestus' temple. In that circle, Sephiroth moves with the Masamune in his hands. The long sword sweeps in elegant arcs through the air with the utmost precision. Sephiroth makes no mistakes as he switches easily between one hand two handed styles.
The show is almost beautiful if a person has an eye for such things. However, the red light of dawn licks down the length of the sword, casting a red tint upon it that gives the impression of blood. A closer study of his movements might reinforce that impression as many of his strikes are clearly designed as killing blows.
Sephiroth notices that he has company, but he doesn't stop until he's damn good and ready. Flipping the great sword back behind his shoulder, he looks over and arches a single brow in silent question: what do you want?
Prompt II: Supermarket fun.
Arms crossed over his chest, Sephiroth studies the long line of shampoos and conditioners as if this is a matter of life and death. One glance at the length of his hair, at it's glossy shine indicates that while maybe not life and death the wrong product could be Very Bad for the pale length of hair reaching nearly to his knees.
This is Serious Business.
He also hates begin here because humans are grating and even though they can't see him, their constant chatter sets his teeth on edge.
Locking out the noise as well as he can, Sephiroth goes back to reading ingredients lists in order to find something that will work well. Until, that is, some multi-armed ayakashi goes tearing down the aisle and disturbs the 'might be okay' pile Sephiroth had started to form.
Now, he's just pissed and the fireball forming in his right hand looks powerful enough to take out half the damn store....
Where: Hephaestus' temple and the Near Shore
When: May 11th
What: Sword work and shampoo.
Warnings: Standard Sephiroth-is-a-jerk warnings apply.
Prompt I: Practicing
It's barely past dawn and the weak light of the sun spills over a flat, circle area near Hephaestus' temple. In that circle, Sephiroth moves with the Masamune in his hands. The long sword sweeps in elegant arcs through the air with the utmost precision. Sephiroth makes no mistakes as he switches easily between one hand two handed styles.
The show is almost beautiful if a person has an eye for such things. However, the red light of dawn licks down the length of the sword, casting a red tint upon it that gives the impression of blood. A closer study of his movements might reinforce that impression as many of his strikes are clearly designed as killing blows.
Sephiroth notices that he has company, but he doesn't stop until he's damn good and ready. Flipping the great sword back behind his shoulder, he looks over and arches a single brow in silent question: what do you want?
Prompt II: Supermarket fun.
Arms crossed over his chest, Sephiroth studies the long line of shampoos and conditioners as if this is a matter of life and death. One glance at the length of his hair, at it's glossy shine indicates that while maybe not life and death the wrong product could be Very Bad for the pale length of hair reaching nearly to his knees.
This is Serious Business.
He also hates begin here because humans are grating and even though they can't see him, their constant chatter sets his teeth on edge.
Locking out the noise as well as he can, Sephiroth goes back to reading ingredients lists in order to find something that will work well. Until, that is, some multi-armed ayakashi goes tearing down the aisle and disturbs the 'might be okay' pile Sephiroth had started to form.
Now, he's just pissed and the fireball forming in his right hand looks powerful enough to take out half the damn store....
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[He won't push it any further than that. The offer is plenty.]
Oh, my name is Forrest, filling in for the goddess Lakshmi.
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Someone has a very absolute idea of godhood. ]
Sephiroth. I am partnered with Hephaestus.
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It's been nice meeting you, then, Sephiroth.