Midgar Exploration

[ersatzknight]

Who: Seifer, Sephiroth (KH)
What: Looking for magic in Midgar
Where: Midgar
Warning: possible violence

Seifer had made his way to the edge of Midgar's ruins at the time the two of them had decided on, not especially worried about being anything but on time. If Sephiroth had decided to show up early that was on him. He'd managed to get ahold of a few potions and drew a couple wind spells off of some odd birds that had flown overhead.

It wasn't much but it was enough to have something besides Hyperion on his hip and the reassuring presence of a Guardian Force in his mind. He'd managed to find someone to repair his coat, the stitching wasn't too obvious though it was present nonetheless.

The walk had been a good warm-up for what was likely to be some possibly entertaining exploration of the ruins looming above.

He dug in a pocket, pulling out a tattered map and looking at the twisted remains of a street sign and inspecting the map to figure out where their starting point was in relation to the rest of things.

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[3wingedangel]

A dark blue feather floating down signaled the arrival of Sephiroth. He flew down easily, calmly, and smiled as he landed. "Hello."

He was also carrying some supplies, plus he was always prepared with the magic and Masamune that were both so much a part of him.

"I wasn't able to locate anyone who was free to go at this point," he continued. "Someone might be available later, but they weren't sure. Do you want to press on ahead anyway?"

[ersatzknight]

Seifer tilted his head, that the wings weren't just for show was a good thing as far as getting out of a situation went.

"I think we'll be fine enough if we don't go too deep in to the middle of the ruins and don't be too stupid with places with structural damage." he reasoned, "I'm more worried about an office building falling on me than whatever monsters are lurking in the ruins."

[3wingedangel]

Sephiroth is always very proud of his wings and rather likes showing them off, although he doesn't pull foolishly reckless stunts to do so.

"Heh. Yes, I haven't tried to venture too far into the damaged buildings," he says. "Although I could likely teleport us out if one started to fall on us."

[ersatzknight]

"Sounds like a decent backup. You were thinking that we might get lucky around the reactors in some draw points?" he said, folding the map for their section of the city. "There's one close-ish to here, between sectors 3 and 4 where Edge is." he pointed at the map, turning it. "The ruins probably wrecked a lot of this but it's... alright as a baseline for where things should be close to."

[3wingedangel]

He looked at the map and nodded. "That is a good place to start. Let's head there now."

[ersatzknight]

Seifer gave a nod, studying the map one more time before stashing it back in his coat. Heading squared, he headed towards where the ruins of Midgar began with the presumption that his companion would follow.

"...so, what's your deal anyway?" He asked after a while, navigating a bit of debris.

[3wingedangel]

Sephiroth did indeed follow.

"My deal?" he said vaguely. He walked easily yet carefully over and around the debris.

[ersatzknight]

"Yeah, your deal." he gestured at the man, "Three wings, big hair, the whole shirtless with a jacket thing... what's your deal? Only folks I've heard of having wings and magic are Sorceresses, which... yanno, cool if you are one I guess? Good for you on being you and all. They've all been.... well, the one I've dealt with was bent on destroying all of reality essentially."

[3wingedangel]

A smirk.

“I just have … very unique fashion sense. And magic, yes. I was born with fire powers and two of my wings. The other formed from my pride as a hero. Wings can form from strong emotions in my world. I wouldn’t consider myself a Sorceress.”

Absolute deadpan.

“And regardless, destroying reality would be completely pointless.”

[ersatzknight]

Seifer let out a terse sound at the mention of being a hero; somewhere between derision and what might have been a hurt of something still bruised.

"... strong emotion, huh. Any emotion or is there any particular one?" he asked, "Or would having some real bad hunger for like... burritos cause it?"

[3wingedangel]

“That was a long time ago. I was five.”

An amused smirk. “As far as I’m aware, intense hunger would not cause it. Positive emotions caused mine. Guilt caused someone else’s.”