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farsickness2020-05-27 08:36 pm
sors_immanis) wrote in farsickness2020-05-27 08:36 pm
A whole existence spent praising your God, but always with one wing dipped in blood.
WHO: Sephiroth & OTA
WHEN: May 27th (from Morning to Evening)
WHAT: Sephiroth arrives and gets his bearings
WHERE: Gazin Outskirts and all over Gazin, especially in the Marketplace & an Inn/Tavern
WARNINGS: A Sephiroth of questionable sanity is a warning in itself, but as long as no fights are picked, people should be fine.
NOTE: Please let me know where you're hitting him up in the subject! Timeframe is apt to be Morning/late morning for the outskirts leading into late morning through early evening for wandering and early evening/evening for the inn/tavern area.
Gazin Outskirts
After spending practically a week within the same set of rooms, pouring through books and research records, he'd been quite ready to leave it behind. More than ready even, given all that he'd found in those books. Genesis' words still taunted him on occasion, 'Jenova Project S was a project created to make the perfect monster.' Yet, didn't the records state that Jenova was actually confirmed to be an Ancient? They weren't monsters, they had been people, the planets original stewards. He still wasn't sure if it was just a coincidence or if this meant he wasn't entirely human.
A part of him silently wished that there was a place to be found where he could have the time to make sense of it all, but the more realistic side knew there was no chance in that, the very company that had brought him into this world would not afford him that luxury. Yet, what was to stop him from putting an end to their monstrous acts? He could set fire to it all, and see if the door bearing his mother's name actually held her and if so... he could remove her from their custody and go elsewhere. Perhaps even find this promised land he'd read about.
It was a good plan he'd decided and he'd left the library with it in mind.
However, he hadn't expected to find himself in the middle of an unknown location that held nothing familiar about it within the horizon that he could see. There was a town, but it looked larger than the one he'd been in, so it likely wasn't Nibelheim.
The sight of the sign and the name it bore proved him correct in that and also gave him the name of the town. He'd yet to hear of any place called Gazin, which had to be a small mystery in its own right he thought as he headed in its direction. A town as decently sized as the one before him would surely have been found within ShinRa's records and thus on the maps. Perhaps it was, but by a different name?
Regardless, it was time for some recon before he allowed himself to ponder such puzzles. Just how he'd found himself out in the middle of an unknown wilderness outside of town, when just seconds prior he had been deep within a mansion inside the town of Nibelheim being the largest of those puzzles.
Maybe the citizens of Gazin could give him some clues to the matter.
Gazin
As Sephiroth actually arrived at Gazin, he observed the people and the buildings in silence. The style reminded him some of a more rustic version of Nibelheim. He attracted attention as was only natural, but it wasn't the type he typically dealt with due to his past reputation...it was almost refreshing he decided as these people treated him as an unknown. Fame was never something he'd purposely sought, no doubt to Genesis frustration and thus it often grew tiresome quickly for him.
He purposely wandered through the town to get a feel for it, to observe those within it and learn what he might from what he could overhear of any of the myriad conversations held out in the open. Once he'd had his fill of wandering the streets, he purposely made his way toward what was obviously a market place to investigate it and perhaps speak to a few vendors about necessities one would need to cover when in the field without means to cover room and board.
Fortunately, while it would appear his gil wouldn't serve as a form of payment, it did garner enough interest that those intrigued by it were quite willing to trade him what passed for money here in exchange for some of it. He refrained from trading all of it, but struck a deal for enough funds to get him through the next couple days at least, judging from what he'd gathered on the prices of the things that currently concerned him for now.
Once he'd finished his business in the marketplace, he found what appeared to be a clean and well-frequented inn and tavern and headed on inside to inquire about a room, followed by a meal and a drink. Once he'd obtained the meal and drink, he headed back toward one of the open tables close to a wall with a decent view of the entry. Before he seated himself, he shed the coat and then removed the sheathed sword from his back to rest against the table beside his seat before sliding back into the large leather coat again, seating himself now to eat and observe the people in the area as well as anyone who might come in the room, from either upstairs or from the street.
WHEN: May 27th (from Morning to Evening)
WHAT: Sephiroth arrives and gets his bearings
WHERE: Gazin Outskirts and all over Gazin, especially in the Marketplace & an Inn/Tavern
WARNINGS: A Sephiroth of questionable sanity is a warning in itself, but as long as no fights are picked, people should be fine.
NOTE: Please let me know where you're hitting him up in the subject! Timeframe is apt to be Morning/late morning for the outskirts leading into late morning through early evening for wandering and early evening/evening for the inn/tavern area.
Gazin Outskirts
After spending practically a week within the same set of rooms, pouring through books and research records, he'd been quite ready to leave it behind. More than ready even, given all that he'd found in those books. Genesis' words still taunted him on occasion, 'Jenova Project S was a project created to make the perfect monster.' Yet, didn't the records state that Jenova was actually confirmed to be an Ancient? They weren't monsters, they had been people, the planets original stewards. He still wasn't sure if it was just a coincidence or if this meant he wasn't entirely human.
A part of him silently wished that there was a place to be found where he could have the time to make sense of it all, but the more realistic side knew there was no chance in that, the very company that had brought him into this world would not afford him that luxury. Yet, what was to stop him from putting an end to their monstrous acts? He could set fire to it all, and see if the door bearing his mother's name actually held her and if so... he could remove her from their custody and go elsewhere. Perhaps even find this promised land he'd read about.
It was a good plan he'd decided and he'd left the library with it in mind.
However, he hadn't expected to find himself in the middle of an unknown location that held nothing familiar about it within the horizon that he could see. There was a town, but it looked larger than the one he'd been in, so it likely wasn't Nibelheim.
The sight of the sign and the name it bore proved him correct in that and also gave him the name of the town. He'd yet to hear of any place called Gazin, which had to be a small mystery in its own right he thought as he headed in its direction. A town as decently sized as the one before him would surely have been found within ShinRa's records and thus on the maps. Perhaps it was, but by a different name?
Regardless, it was time for some recon before he allowed himself to ponder such puzzles. Just how he'd found himself out in the middle of an unknown wilderness outside of town, when just seconds prior he had been deep within a mansion inside the town of Nibelheim being the largest of those puzzles.
Maybe the citizens of Gazin could give him some clues to the matter.
Gazin
As Sephiroth actually arrived at Gazin, he observed the people and the buildings in silence. The style reminded him some of a more rustic version of Nibelheim. He attracted attention as was only natural, but it wasn't the type he typically dealt with due to his past reputation...it was almost refreshing he decided as these people treated him as an unknown. Fame was never something he'd purposely sought, no doubt to Genesis frustration and thus it often grew tiresome quickly for him.
He purposely wandered through the town to get a feel for it, to observe those within it and learn what he might from what he could overhear of any of the myriad conversations held out in the open. Once he'd had his fill of wandering the streets, he purposely made his way toward what was obviously a market place to investigate it and perhaps speak to a few vendors about necessities one would need to cover when in the field without means to cover room and board.
Fortunately, while it would appear his gil wouldn't serve as a form of payment, it did garner enough interest that those intrigued by it were quite willing to trade him what passed for money here in exchange for some of it. He refrained from trading all of it, but struck a deal for enough funds to get him through the next couple days at least, judging from what he'd gathered on the prices of the things that currently concerned him for now.
Once he'd finished his business in the marketplace, he found what appeared to be a clean and well-frequented inn and tavern and headed on inside to inquire about a room, followed by a meal and a drink. Once he'd obtained the meal and drink, he headed back toward one of the open tables close to a wall with a decent view of the entry. Before he seated himself, he shed the coat and then removed the sheathed sword from his back to rest against the table beside his seat before sliding back into the large leather coat again, seating himself now to eat and observe the people in the area as well as anyone who might come in the room, from either upstairs or from the street.
outskirts
"Roach," Geralt grumbles, trying his best to not be heard but a voice as deep as his was bound to carry.
When it seems like he's regained control over the brown mare and that they would pass along, Geralt offers a smile. But pass they did not. In fact, Roach slows right down and stops right beside the newcomer.
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Turning toward the animal, he studied it for a good silent minute, and was unable to think of anything remotely familiar to compare it too. It was as muscled and thin of leg as some guard hounds, but far too tall and the head, feet and from what he could see of its hind end..the tail also didn't in anyway match any breed of hound he knew of. He finally did move after the minute, but it was to circle the beast, giving the back a wide berth before coming to a stop again before it.
Finally lifting his gaze and turning his attention to the man riding it, he found himself also quietly intrigued by the pale hair, but he was more interested in the mount for the time being. "May I ask what the beast your riding is called? I've never seen one before now."
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"It's a horse," Geralt answers in disbelief, dismounting before moving around to the front of Roach and looking at the unfamiliar face. "Have you never seen one before?"
Obviously not by the way the other is staring at so intently.
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Usually such mounts were used for those places where the paths were not passable for vehicles or if one lacked possession of a running vehicle.
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"I haven't heard anything called that here," Geralt shares. "Chances are the only mount you will find are horses."