Pure impulse, plain and simple, had drove Sephiroth from the nice, cozy lodge out into the frigid air. Though he hardly felt the cold thanks to the adrenaline heating up his veins and the well-insulated clothing he brought along just for the occasion. Unlike many of the other tourists riding snowboards, the ex-SOLDIER instead opted to use a pair of skiis. It was more suited to him, he thought, than just a plain board with foot holders.
He had just returned to the top of the hill, intent on sailing down again and sending awe throughout the crowds below, when he could have sworn his eyes were deceiving him. A familiar figure clad almost completely in fur was also on the hill. He paused to think, and carefully studied the figure. He seemed to be having trouble with his snowboard, if his conversation with another man was to be true. Both of them were familiar, which struck Sephiroth as odd. Two people he could swear he knew were in the same place?
He kept his goggles fixed over his catlike eyes as he made his way over to the pair. Thankfully his hair was also tied back away from his face, so he looked no different than any other silver-haired young man that might exist in the wide, wide world. As he neared, it became glaringly obvious to him who one of the two was. He almost wanted to laugh at the sight of Kuja covered in fur and trying to look professional on a wooden plank.
"Fancy seeing you here," he said once close enough. He still kept himself carefully disguised, just in case the other man was one of the pesky heroes that he ran into every so often.
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F**k your snowboards, Sephiroth skiis
Date: 2010-07-22 10:22 pm (UTC)He had just returned to the top of the hill, intent on sailing down again and sending awe throughout the crowds below, when he could have sworn his eyes were deceiving him. A familiar figure clad almost completely in fur was also on the hill. He paused to think, and carefully studied the figure. He seemed to be having trouble with his snowboard, if his conversation with another man was to be true. Both of them were familiar, which struck Sephiroth as odd. Two people he could swear he knew were in the same place?
He kept his goggles fixed over his catlike eyes as he made his way over to the pair. Thankfully his hair was also tied back away from his face, so he looked no different than any other silver-haired young man that might exist in the wide, wide world. As he neared, it became glaringly obvious to him who one of the two was. He almost wanted to laugh at the sight of Kuja covered in fur and trying to look professional on a wooden plank.
"Fancy seeing you here," he said once close enough. He still kept himself carefully disguised, just in case the other man was one of the pesky heroes that he ran into every so often.