Sep. 19th, 2025 02:45 am
Midgar Exploration
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fhlogsWho: 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.
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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"... 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?"
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An amused smirk. “As far as I’m aware, intense hunger would not cause it. Positive emotions caused mine. Guilt caused someone else’s.”