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shiva_dancing_backup2010-02-06 11:04 am
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Who: Snow Villiers
What: Heading to Lowtown to do stuff.
Where: Rabanastre
When: After his last one.
Warnings: Swearing maybe? Some violence?
Interaction: Lightning, c'mon doooooown~!
Snow sighed as he shrugged out of his armor, leaving it in the care of one of the Shiva Sisters, which left him only in light clothing. A simple cotton vest, and light slacks of the same material kept the armor from chafing him, though it was lightweight and breathed well due to it's composition, so it wasn't likely to be a problem anyway. Snow rolled his shoulders, sending the two Sisters off to the palace to deposit his armor, strapping his sword on his waist.. he wouldn't part with it, Basch had given it to him, and while he hadn't recieved a King's weapon, he wasn't a King. He didn't expect to be, either.. Snow had sown his oats, and now he had to reap them, as the saying went.
Well, he could distract himself with some work, at least. He walked along the street on the way to Lowtown, tying his bandanna on to keep his hair out of his eyes. He'd maybe do some repairs to houses or something, or help a resident clear out an alley.. good, hard work always took his mind off of his troubles, and he had plenty.
What: Heading to Lowtown to do stuff.
Where: Rabanastre
When: After his last one.
Warnings: Swearing maybe? Some violence?
Interaction: Lightning, c'mon doooooown~!
Snow sighed as he shrugged out of his armor, leaving it in the care of one of the Shiva Sisters, which left him only in light clothing. A simple cotton vest, and light slacks of the same material kept the armor from chafing him, though it was lightweight and breathed well due to it's composition, so it wasn't likely to be a problem anyway. Snow rolled his shoulders, sending the two Sisters off to the palace to deposit his armor, strapping his sword on his waist.. he wouldn't part with it, Basch had given it to him, and while he hadn't recieved a King's weapon, he wasn't a King. He didn't expect to be, either.. Snow had sown his oats, and now he had to reap them, as the saying went.
Well, he could distract himself with some work, at least. He walked along the street on the way to Lowtown, tying his bandanna on to keep his hair out of his eyes. He'd maybe do some repairs to houses or something, or help a resident clear out an alley.. good, hard work always took his mind off of his troubles, and he had plenty.