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Who: Sephiroth, Zack.
Status: Closed.
When: 1:45am.
Where: Sector 4.
What: After leaving the abandoned building in the Midgar Ruins, Sephiroth (with Zack in tow) travels back into Edge in order to do a little late night window shopping.
While he was a rather intimidating sight to behold the majority of times, such a title would be difficult to place on Sephiroth currently as he walked down the dark and empty streets of Sector 4. If anyone other than himself and Zack was out in the early morning, then they would have hardly doubted the silver-haired man’s sanity (or lack thereof) as he held his head up high and walked unashamed along the sidewalk while wearing a sheet tied around his waist. That wasn't to mention the bandages and barely-healing wounds adorning his chest and arms either.
The material pooled behind him was dragged along the ground, but it was perhaps the sight of the long blade of Masamune stretching far out in front of its wielder that so sharply contrasted with the image, that the usual intimidating sight of the blade was dulled down to almost nothing.
While he didn’t mind the state of his attire, Sephiroth much preferred something more suitable for battle. He could hardly go into skirmish with such a liability wrapped around him.
Glancing through the large window of a clothing shop, his attention only remained there for a mere moment before he continued on. While he was in need of new clothing, he was hardly going to parade around in women’s clothing. He wasn’t one to be terribly picky with clothing, but even he drew the line somewhere.
Continuing on with his travel down the street, Sephiroth paused in his step as he haphazard a glance towards a more subdued shop window along the way. He didn’t have to take another look to know that this one was much better suited to his tastes as he sighted what appeared to be leather material just within. Smirking almost proudly at his find, the ex-General took a step back towards the roadside before he sliced Masamune twice along the face of the shop.
The movements were so fast that only a well trained eye could have caught them, and before too long, the whole front of the shop wall crumbled down out into the street. Stepping over the rubble with his bare feet, Sephiroth sent his little tag-a-long a look that dared the other to stop him as the shops alarm sounded. Uncaring of the alarm, he entered into the shop at his own leisure to find himself a new set of clothes.
Status: Closed.
When: 1:45am.
Where: Sector 4.
What: After leaving the abandoned building in the Midgar Ruins, Sephiroth (with Zack in tow) travels back into Edge in order to do a little late night window shopping.
While he was a rather intimidating sight to behold the majority of times, such a title would be difficult to place on Sephiroth currently as he walked down the dark and empty streets of Sector 4. If anyone other than himself and Zack was out in the early morning, then they would have hardly doubted the silver-haired man’s sanity (or lack thereof) as he held his head up high and walked unashamed along the sidewalk while wearing a sheet tied around his waist. That wasn't to mention the bandages and barely-healing wounds adorning his chest and arms either.
The material pooled behind him was dragged along the ground, but it was perhaps the sight of the long blade of Masamune stretching far out in front of its wielder that so sharply contrasted with the image, that the usual intimidating sight of the blade was dulled down to almost nothing.
While he didn’t mind the state of his attire, Sephiroth much preferred something more suitable for battle. He could hardly go into skirmish with such a liability wrapped around him.
Glancing through the large window of a clothing shop, his attention only remained there for a mere moment before he continued on. While he was in need of new clothing, he was hardly going to parade around in women’s clothing. He wasn’t one to be terribly picky with clothing, but even he drew the line somewhere.
Continuing on with his travel down the street, Sephiroth paused in his step as he haphazard a glance towards a more subdued shop window along the way. He didn’t have to take another look to know that this one was much better suited to his tastes as he sighted what appeared to be leather material just within. Smirking almost proudly at his find, the ex-General took a step back towards the roadside before he sliced Masamune twice along the face of the shop.
The movements were so fast that only a well trained eye could have caught them, and before too long, the whole front of the shop wall crumbled down out into the street. Stepping over the rubble with his bare feet, Sephiroth sent his little tag-a-long a look that dared the other to stop him as the shops alarm sounded. Uncaring of the alarm, he entered into the shop at his own leisure to find himself a new set of clothes.