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Characters: Seraph/Kratos shining_bind and Chosen/Zelos hunny_sensor
Date/Time: The morning of August 27th
Location: Scavanger's Yard
Rating: PG
Summary: The day is hot and humid, and Seraph wants to find a sword as well. Chosen is the closest person he can get to show him the way.
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That was one of the focal points of his dream- the sword that he had been so masterful with, slaughtering those who would dare stand before him. That was one of the few things he lacked and felt as though he needed. Despite having spent his coins on new clothing he felt... naked and vulnerable without the weight of it on his hip. He found himself grabbing at his left hip when his sensitive hearing heard someone approaching him from behind.
And so, Seraph made his way to the Scavenger Yard, dragging behind a certain redhead. "I simply require you to show me where to acquire a sword." He had explained simply, taking the loud and obstreperous man with him. Despite bearing a certain... annoyance for Chosen, the redhead reminded him of something. Something he couldn't quite place or describe other than... well, an importance.
Seraph didn't seem to even notice the head as he walked, dressed in long pants, a long sleeve shirt, cloves, and even boots. His expression remained the same, the auburn spikes bouncing slightly with each step towards the junkyard to try and find himself a sword. After all, others had been finding them- and he had even been approached for lessons.
Granted, he had yet to see why such a... failure could have obtained a sword and shield and know how to use it. Perhaps Chosen had taken it for pure fun or decorative purposes. It was hard to imagine a man who cared so much about his appearance fighting at all.
But, Seraph kept these thoughts in the inside, finally stopping and looking to the other redhead. "Please." He only used to word out of politeness, his tone remaining monotonous, "Help me find this." After all, the sooner he could find it, the sooner he could practice.
Date/Time: The morning of August 27th
Location: Scavanger's Yard
Rating: PG
Summary: The day is hot and humid, and Seraph wants to find a sword as well. Chosen is the closest person he can get to show him the way.
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That was one of the focal points of his dream- the sword that he had been so masterful with, slaughtering those who would dare stand before him. That was one of the few things he lacked and felt as though he needed. Despite having spent his coins on new clothing he felt... naked and vulnerable without the weight of it on his hip. He found himself grabbing at his left hip when his sensitive hearing heard someone approaching him from behind.
And so, Seraph made his way to the Scavenger Yard, dragging behind a certain redhead. "I simply require you to show me where to acquire a sword." He had explained simply, taking the loud and obstreperous man with him. Despite bearing a certain... annoyance for Chosen, the redhead reminded him of something. Something he couldn't quite place or describe other than... well, an importance.
Seraph didn't seem to even notice the head as he walked, dressed in long pants, a long sleeve shirt, cloves, and even boots. His expression remained the same, the auburn spikes bouncing slightly with each step towards the junkyard to try and find himself a sword. After all, others had been finding them- and he had even been approached for lessons.
Granted, he had yet to see why such a... failure could have obtained a sword and shield and know how to use it. Perhaps Chosen had taken it for pure fun or decorative purposes. It was hard to imagine a man who cared so much about his appearance fighting at all.
But, Seraph kept these thoughts in the inside, finally stopping and looking to the other redhead. "Please." He only used to word out of politeness, his tone remaining monotonous, "Help me find this." After all, the sooner he could find it, the sooner he could practice.