Rooftops [Open]

[wind_of_wutai]

Dawn had broken gently over the rooftops of Midgar some hours ago, the usual skyline broken only by the lone silhouette of the young materia bearer sat relishing the fresh morning breeze through his hair and robes to calm his slightly frantic self

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In which Luc is put to ground level by request of Kimbley

[wind_of_wutai]

Musing to himself that he'd best not remain to long on the roof, he took a step towards the edge of the building and blinked back onto the ground near the square.

Luc rolled his eyes. Messing with the water had stuck an old Wutaiin fishing song in his head. Cursed thing.

Still, a soran boushi was little annoyance in comparison to that letter. Which he had still to find, he reminded himself. Perhaps -ugh- Seishirou knew something about it.

Re: In which Luc is put to ground level by request of Kimbley

[cloakofcrimson]

(OOC: Gah, sorry it took me so long to get around to this. My car is in the shop so I can't go in to school to be online during the day so I've fallen behind on everything.)

Well. Either Kimbley had developed the ability to blow shit up by sheer force of will, or for once an act of random destruction had happened in his vicinity that someone else had caused! The alchemist couldn't entirely decide whether it was intriguing or aggravating.

He had, for once in his life, been genuinely minding his own business, even if that business was trying to be inconspicuous and get back to the military base without anyone asking undue questions about the drying specks of red on his shirt or noticing his distinctly more crimson hands. The 'research materials' Bakura had procured for him had been excellent - with the past tense being rather important to note. So he had, most definitely and for one of the few times since the Wutaian War, not been thinking about blowing anything else up; like hell he wanted the attention that would bring him

[wind_of_wutai]

Looking to his left, Luc's expression was a mixed bag of very very slight confusion and sour dismay. There was a man suddenly talking to him. A man, he noted with a raised eyebrow and a blink, spattered lightly with blood. Lovely.

Previous train of thought had gone something long the lines of: Oh great... eh? It didn't help that ♪Soran, soran...♪ was still randomly floating in and out of his head. If he wanted any conversation with this person, it would be a severely irritating hindrance to it.

"I supo...ose so," he ventured dryly. And now if you'll kindly let me leave, you strange, annoying little man...

[cloakofcrimson]

Kimbley grinned. From the way the kid was looking at him, you'd think he'd stepped in something. And the kid was blatantly Wutaian; it was something about the eyes, and while he seemed pretty fluent there was still that trace of an accent even in those two little words. Kimbley had blown up enough Wutaians to know one when he saw one, thank you, and he had the medals to prove it.

The kid seemed a little young to recognize Kimbley on sight, so he was probably just an arrogant little bitch. A talented little bitch, though, Kimbley would grant him. The kid hadn't been anywhere near the fountain when it tore itself to pieces. The alchemist had a good dose of arrogance himself and generally appreciated arrogance in people when they could actually back it up. Still didn't like the look the boy was giving him, though