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Post by Sephiroth on Oct 27, 2017 2:13:01 GMT
"Overconfidence will
destroy you."
The world of Halloween Town was in a state of bustle and jubilation. It was Halloween... again. For the fifth time this year. With the day of celebration so close, the boils and ghouls had been working overtime to make their town ready for the show. Sephiroth would be lying if he said the macabre celebration didn't interest him a bit. The effects of this world were rather interesting too. Upon appearing here, the man in black found himself in what appeared to be some sort of costume.
Though it wasn't a normal costume. It appeared to be apart of him. His single black wing was out on full display on his right shoulder, a smaller wing on his left one. He had a black raven mask covering the top part of his face. His cloak took on a more feathery appearance, his boots morphing to look like the talons of a bird. It was an inconvenience, but a small one. It wouldn't hinder his search for Cloud; that was the most important thing.
He hoped that it wasn't permanent, though. That would be a real pain. Sephiroth's search had taken him beyond the town proper and into a graveyard of some kind, a strange hill overlooking the area. The silver-haired raven-man stood on the hill currently, looking out over the wide ocean of headstones dotting the barren land. "Cloud... why would he be in a place like this?" At this point, he decided to stand there and wait. Maybe Cloud would come to him as he always seemed to?
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Post by Cruella on Oct 28, 2017 0:32:39 GMT
What a dreadful little world.
Cruella couldn’t help but think this to herself as she surveyed the lands around her. Overall, the woman found it truly heinous to think that people called this drab little rock a world. Honestly, did they have no standards? No class? And what was with all the gothic theming? Black? Pumpkins? Ugh. The thoughts of Halloween that were prompted when she saw these things nearly spurred a migraine on the spot. She couldn’t stand children, much less costumed ones hyped up on sugar. Little monsters. That’s what they were.
As she trudged through a pumpkin patch, she groaned with annoyance. She had just about had enough with this world. First, they altered her appearance by tattering her precious coat and dress, then she was required to make her way through a damned pumpkin patch to get anywhere – in heels, no less. As she took another step forward and her heel accidentally penetrated a gourd she decided to call it quits and snap her fingers – summoning forth a corridor of darkness.
She smirked before taking a step forward into the darkness, wiping the bottom of her heel on the dirt once before stepping through. And, within a moment, she stepped out in another corner of the world, this time at the base of a peculiarly curved hill. However, that was far from the most interesting thing about this new location. The most interesting thing here was the winged man sitting atop the hill with his back facing hers. She’d never been one for making friends, but she was trying to gain a sense of knowledge about her whereabouts and figured it would be best to approach a native. Not to mention, his hair wasn’t half bad. Not as good as her own, but not terrible.
“Hello, darling! What are you doing up there all by yourself?”
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Post by Sephiroth on Oct 29, 2017 1:33:57 GMT
"Overconfidence will
destroy you." CruellaSephiroth had not been waiting long when the voice of a woman sounded from behind him. The soldier turned around to look for the source, noticing a woman about his age in a tattered coat. Sephiroth wasn't sure if she was a denizen of this world or not. She certainly had the look of someone from here. Then again, he did too. Who's to say that she didn't undergo a transformation similar to his? After her question, Sephiroth hopped off of the hill and fell gently and gracefully to the ground, landing on his feet. He approached Cruella, stopping a few feet away from her. "I was looking for someone. A warrior in black with blond hair who carries a large sword." He hoped that if this stranger had seen him, she would say something. "I decided to wait for him here to see if he managed to find his way to me. I feel... that he might want to settle things just as much as I do."
Cruella had no sense of the history he and Cloud had. His words might be a little confusing to her. But that didn't matter. At this point, he was just thinking out loud. "But he hasn't shown up. Just you." He backed up a little bit to lean on a headstone. "And what about you? Are you from here? If not, you must have a goal in mind just as I do." Sephiroth could feel the darkness coming off of this woman. Whoever she was, she definitely wasn't a Union type. Not an enemy, then. Perhaps an ally in that case? 'That remains to be seen...' |
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Post by Cruella on Oct 30, 2017 18:01:19 GMT
“I’m sorry, darling, but I’m afraid I haven’t seen him,” Cruella began, pulling out a cigarette and placing it into her cigarette holder as she continued to drabble on. “Why, is he a friend of yours?” She laughed, before lighting her cigarette as she approached the hulking man, walking very light-footed and fluidly – like she hadn’t a care in the world. “And, oh heavens, no. Wouldn’t that be just miserable? To come from a place as wretched and awful as this? I can hardly stand being here, I certainly cannot imagine what kind of hooligans a place like this would breed.” She said with a laugh once more.
This time, as she finished her sentence, she paused to take a puff from her cigarette holder, before letting out a foul cloud of green smoke. “Goals? Oh, darling, no, no, no. You’ve got the wrong woman for that – Setting goals implies working towards something. And, darling, I always get what I want. When I want it. Very little work involved.” The woman continued to laugh, pausing for just a moment to take a drag from her cigarette holder.
As she spoke, it became clear that Cruella held very little weight in the impact of her words. She was the kind of person who spoke before she thought and, as a result, often went on for quite some time. “So, tell me, dear, what’s a big strong brute like yourself doing waiting around for some boy? Why not act? Frankly, I’ve very little time for waiting around for things to fall into my lap and find only idiots waste their precious time on such frivolous matters. And you certainly do not look like an idiot, unless I am sorely mistaken?”
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Post by Sephiroth on Oct 31, 2017 3:01:17 GMT
"Overconfidence will
destroy you..."
Sephiroth listened to Cruella as she droned on. She didn't know where Cloud was either. That was a shame. The more he listened, the more she struck him as the kind of person who liked to hear themselves talk. Strange, that was normally a trait he associated with those who identify as "heroes." Not to say someone like him couldn't have a that sort of trait, it just appeared to be more common with the self-indulgent heroes and their heroic speeches. It was safe to say that she was the worst possible person. Lazy. Entitled. Especially entitled.
Sephiroth knew very well how important goals were. They were instrumental to self improvement and kept one consistently moving forward to greater power and influence. The soldier wondered where Cruella lied on the proverbial totem pole. She had the attitude of someone who was high on said totem pole. Sephiroth started paying attention again when she mentioned that this world could breed all manner of hooligans. Sephiroth chuckled softly at this.
By the standards of most, he might be considered one of these hooligans. Still, he found himself agreeing. All manner of tricksters made their home here. It was chaotic. The atmosphere was fine enough, but the nature of this world got on his nerves. It seemed it got on this woman's nerves too. Then she called him a brute. That rubbed him the wrong way. Brutes were all muscle and no brain. Sephiroth certainly had brain. He had brain to spare. Still, he frowned slightly and answered her question. "I have been acting. I suppose... I am at a loss." His expression turned thoughtful.
Those were the appropriate words the more he thought about it. While Sephiroth was nowhere near giving up, he had to admit it was exhausting to travel between worlds constantly looking for Cloud and to always be met with disappointment. He would find the man one day soon, that much Sephiroth knew. He just had to keep rolling on. Looking back at Cruella, a smile found its way to his lips. "I am Sephiroth." The man introduced himself as he leaned forward off of the headstone and stood up straight on his own.
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