[There are a myriad of ways to run into someone in this city. The Moonblessed do not always require some planet-shattering event, or some wide-scale phenomena to affect the city for them to meet, or form connections. Those who are social, outgoing, and friendly can manage it just fine.
It’s too bad that Sephiroth is usually considered none of the above.
Thankfully, there are other variables that will help him with that today. Mostly, it’s the fact that he decided to take a shortcut through a market square bursting with neon colors, the Lunatians all a-bustle with the vigor of excitable shoppers seeking a deal. He soon realizes that this “shortcut” is in name only, and changes course into an alley to avoid the main crowd, long strides bringing him there quickly.
Out the other end, and around a corner— and even Sephiroth’s reflexes do not make him immune from Bad Timing. He feels it against him, a jostle that barely moves his frame when he bumps into someone, but it’s enough to have the item he bought earlier today tumble out of his hands. This item is either:
A) a round container with a cartoon fish mascot printed on the front. Goldfish(?) food?
B) a bottle of shampoo in an unfortunately bright neon bottle. Rose scented.
C) a book; a collection of short, historical fiction, according to the spine. Considering where they are, this might as well be science-fiction.
Sephiroth could make the effort to stoop down low and catch the object before it collides into the pavement, but maybe this pink-haired young lady wants to do something about it first? Or, you know. Not. That works too.]
a wild Sephiroth appears. (Action! ....lmk if this is too dumb lmao.)
It’s too bad that Sephiroth is usually considered none of the above.
Thankfully, there are other variables that will help him with that today. Mostly, it’s the fact that he decided to take a shortcut through a market square bursting with neon colors, the Lunatians all a-bustle with the vigor of excitable shoppers seeking a deal. He soon realizes that this “shortcut” is in name only, and changes course into an alley to avoid the main crowd, long strides bringing him there quickly.
Out the other end, and around a corner— and even Sephiroth’s reflexes do not make him immune from Bad Timing. He feels it against him, a jostle that barely moves his frame when he bumps into someone, but it’s enough to have the item he bought earlier today tumble out of his hands. This item is either:
A) a round container with a cartoon fish mascot printed on the front. Goldfish(?) food?
B) a bottle of shampoo in an unfortunately bright neon bottle. Rose scented.
C) a book; a collection of short, historical fiction, according to the spine. Considering where they are, this might as well be science-fiction.
Sephiroth could make the effort to stoop down low and catch the object before it collides into the pavement, but maybe this pink-haired young lady wants to do something about it first? Or, you know. Not. That works too.]