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jikan_rpg2022-10-18 01:36 am
ancientflower) wrote in jikan_rpg2022-10-18 01:36 am
Open Log: Backdated Mid-September.
⌛ Who: Aerith and anyone brave enough!
⌛ What: Aerith and Sephiroth have switched bodies... Isn't that fun?
⌛ When: Mid-September.
⌛ Where: Mainly the Tokyo area.
⌛ Warnings: N/A
Midnight Run:
Aerith was dressed... oddly. For her, at least. A cloak with a hood pulled over her head, shielding her face from view.
Not that it did any good, really. After all. She wasn't quite herself these days. And her only hope was that people would keep their distance just on general principle!
Because as much as she loved Sephiroth, he really wasn't the most social or personable of creatures!
It had been a few days now and they were running out of much needed supplies. Sephiroth had offered to go but she'd quickly, and gently, denied that offer. Not that she didn't think he'd get the right things. No, it was because she was afraid people would approach him and make her life a little more complicated once things went back to normal.
Because as current... Aerith was walking a little taller than she normally would.
She really wasn't herself.
In fact, she was someone else entirely.
A rather pensive looking Sephiroth crept through the streets, a basket hooked over their arm half filled with an assortment of vegetables and meats already. Doing their very best to be as unassuming, unsuspicious and as invisible as a 6 foot tall guy in a black hooded cloak could be.
SuperAerith!:
How often did she get to be a superhuman? Not often! Even if she was, technically, the last of an ancient race of peoples who could commune with a whole ass planet, it didn't really grant her with super powers!
But being Sephiroth?
She couldn't help herself. She'd been nervous at first, though Sephiroth had coached her a little, as much as he could. Half of these things came naturally to him so it was almost like explaining how a heartbeat worked. The body just did the thing. So Aerith had to learn mostly on her own.
And so if you were around when she discovered she could run faster than the speed of light (maybe not that fast...) and saw a blur screaming past... that was just a superhuman flower girl panicking! Until the screaming became laughter as she found that roofs just weren't that high anymore. She could jump from one to the other. She could near fly if she really tried! But she was just a bit too nervous to try that one just in case she couldn't get back down again.
So it might be a bit strange to find 'Sephiroth', long, silvery hair pulled into a messy braid, dressed in a button-down shirt and comfortable black trousers, bent over with his hands on his knees and breathing hard between deep, happy laughter.
"This... I could get used to. Maybe..." More laughter. Maybe she didn't want to get used to it? As a novelty it was fun!
WILDCARD:
[You have another idea, just throw it at me and I'll roll with it. I'm open to anything!]
⌛ What: Aerith and Sephiroth have switched bodies... Isn't that fun?
⌛ When: Mid-September.
⌛ Where: Mainly the Tokyo area.
⌛ Warnings: N/A
Midnight Run:
Aerith was dressed... oddly. For her, at least. A cloak with a hood pulled over her head, shielding her face from view.
Not that it did any good, really. After all. She wasn't quite herself these days. And her only hope was that people would keep their distance just on general principle!
Because as much as she loved Sephiroth, he really wasn't the most social or personable of creatures!
It had been a few days now and they were running out of much needed supplies. Sephiroth had offered to go but she'd quickly, and gently, denied that offer. Not that she didn't think he'd get the right things. No, it was because she was afraid people would approach him and make her life a little more complicated once things went back to normal.
Because as current... Aerith was walking a little taller than she normally would.
She really wasn't herself.
In fact, she was someone else entirely.
A rather pensive looking Sephiroth crept through the streets, a basket hooked over their arm half filled with an assortment of vegetables and meats already. Doing their very best to be as unassuming, unsuspicious and as invisible as a 6 foot tall guy in a black hooded cloak could be.
SuperAerith!:
How often did she get to be a superhuman? Not often! Even if she was, technically, the last of an ancient race of peoples who could commune with a whole ass planet, it didn't really grant her with super powers!
But being Sephiroth?
She couldn't help herself. She'd been nervous at first, though Sephiroth had coached her a little, as much as he could. Half of these things came naturally to him so it was almost like explaining how a heartbeat worked. The body just did the thing. So Aerith had to learn mostly on her own.
And so if you were around when she discovered she could run faster than the speed of light (maybe not that fast...) and saw a blur screaming past... that was just a superhuman flower girl panicking! Until the screaming became laughter as she found that roofs just weren't that high anymore. She could jump from one to the other. She could near fly if she really tried! But she was just a bit too nervous to try that one just in case she couldn't get back down again.
So it might be a bit strange to find 'Sephiroth', long, silvery hair pulled into a messy braid, dressed in a button-down shirt and comfortable black trousers, bent over with his hands on his knees and breathing hard between deep, happy laughter.
"This... I could get used to. Maybe..." More laughter. Maybe she didn't want to get used to it? As a novelty it was fun!
WILDCARD:
[You have another idea, just throw it at me and I'll roll with it. I'm open to anything!]
midnight run
It's just as he's starting down to Neo-Midgar that he sees "Sephiroth" and his basket. For some reason something about it seems off, but he can't put his finger on why that is - maybe it's the cloak? Sephiroth never came off as a cloak guy, so that's gotta be it.
But if he's out and about, that must mean he's feeling better, right?
"Hey, Sephiroth!" He calls out as he jogs to catch up. "Wait up!"
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SuperAerith!
OR he could be doing his damnest to keep up with the leaping and bounding Sephiroth, acting so wildly out of character that he had to second guess whether or not he was in a dream or not. Rooftop to rooftop. Chasing and watching the man with braided silver hair from his place on the street. Ever chasing, yet not daring say anything outloud as he does his damnest to make heads or tails of this whole predicament. There's not even any time to take out his magi-comm and message him. Or call Zack or Tifa and tell them what he was dealing with.
Only when 'Sephiroth' finally stops, bent over and heaving for breath (really?!) and loosing a deep, happy laughter...
"This what First Class SOLDIERs do in their downtime?"
There's Cloud, standing some distance behind the keeled over swordsman with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised in the most confused manner.
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