[This is worse. This is so much worse than the flowers.
Sephiroth has never been to a carnival, a fact which should surprise no one who's met him. The clamor, the garish colors, the people... He's already balking at getting off the damn ferry, and his distaste for it all is palpable.
He really, really hopes there is somewhere beyond it, but to search that out he's going to have to walk past the games, and the rides, and the cotton candy stands... Commiserate or try to force him to enjoy it, it's up to you.]
II. What Even Are Horses
[In attempting to locate some kind of respite from the... everything, Sephiroth finds his way to a small enclosure where some horses are being kept between performances. Although, he isn't entirely sure. Thor did say some of them only had four legs, but he's never seen them depicted that way. He stops at the fence to watch them. At least it is quieter here.
If someone approaches, he'll actually speak up to ask:]
Are these... horses?
III. The Carousel ((CW: potential references to child abuse))
[Horses again. While Sephiroth has no intention of riding a carousel, the depiction is enough to earn the ride more than a passing glance. And that's when he notices that one of those animals is unexpectedly familiar: a sleek, black chocobo. He doesn't see the operator, and the ride isn't moving, so he approaches for a closer look. Something compels him to climb on--is he that desperate for some reminder of home? But before he can climb back down, the ride begins moving, and he finds that he can't...
When the ride comes to a stop again, he slides off all of 15-years-old, in mind and body. The physical changes are noticeable, but not drastic--he's a little shorter but still over six feet tall, silver hair reaching only to his mid-back. He's not so broad-shouldered, his features are softer. A beanpole of a kid.
But the way he carries himself... The confidence is gone. It would be disorienting enough for anyone not to remember this place, but for someone who's known little but the sterility of the Shinra Building, it's overwhelming. His eyes dart over his surroundings in hopes of identifying anyone or anything familiar, but he's coming up with nothing.
Is this some sort of test? He's never been tested in the outside before, but he can master this, too.]
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Sephiroth | OTA
[This is worse. This is so much worse than the flowers.
Sephiroth has never been to a carnival, a fact which should surprise no one who's met him. The clamor, the garish colors, the people... He's already balking at getting off the damn ferry, and his distaste for it all is palpable.
He really, really hopes there is somewhere beyond it, but to search that out he's going to have to walk past the games, and the rides, and the cotton candy stands... Commiserate or try to force him to enjoy it, it's up to you.]
II. What Even Are Horses
[In attempting to locate some kind of respite from the... everything, Sephiroth finds his way to a small enclosure where some horses are being kept between performances. Although, he isn't entirely sure. Thor did say some of them only had four legs, but he's never seen them depicted that way. He stops at the fence to watch them. At least it is quieter here.
If someone approaches, he'll actually speak up to ask:]
Are these... horses?
III. The Carousel
((CW: potential references to child abuse))
[Horses again. While Sephiroth has no intention of riding a carousel, the depiction is enough to earn the ride more than a passing glance. And that's when he notices that one of those animals is unexpectedly familiar: a sleek, black chocobo. He doesn't see the operator, and the ride isn't moving, so he approaches for a closer look. Something compels him to climb on--is he that desperate for some reminder of home? But before he can climb back down, the ride begins moving, and he finds that he can't...
When the ride comes to a stop again, he slides off all of 15-years-old, in mind and body. The physical changes are noticeable, but not drastic--he's a little shorter but still over six feet tall, silver hair reaching only to his mid-back. He's not so broad-shouldered, his features are softer. A beanpole of a kid.
But the way he carries himself... The confidence is gone. It would be disorienting enough for anyone not to remember this place, but for someone who's known little but the sterility of the Shinra Building, it's overwhelming. His eyes dart over his surroundings in hopes of identifying anyone or anything familiar, but he's coming up with nothing.
Is this some sort of test? He's never been tested in the outside before, but he can master this, too.]
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