[Here for nearly a day and he was no closer to understanding this nonsense. He finally got the moogle thing to leave him alone for a few hours, by requesting alone time in a very irritated and angry voice. He felt bad for the way the moogle jerked at the reaction and stuttered as he swiftly ran away. Now he'd have to make it up to the cotton candy looking thing as soon as it was deemed possible, that was if it even came back sniffing around for him.
But seriously. This whole thing was harder to understand than Time Compression. When the she-bitch kept whispering about it in his head, he never got it even though he as half-way under her control. But he understood some of it. This snit however? It was a little harder to grasp. The only thing he was getting out of this was the fact that there were other heroes of light here, it was prophesied that they'd come back, and they were meant to save this world.
Well, la-de-freaking-da. He didn't believe one aota about it.
He wouldn't be defined by it either. He already went through one destiny that turned into a bad headtrip, he didn't need to go through a second one but then... there was this part of him that whispered the need to do good, to wipe his hands clean of sticky blood and warm flesh.
Just right now, he needed to find a place to rest for the night.
He breaks from his thoughts, looking up and saw a young red haired woman walking his way. Wouldn't be so bad to converse with someone who wasn't pink and fluffy? Hyne, he really missed Fuu and Rai, even though they weren't the greatest conversationalists. Except, Fujin really could be, when she was in the mood.
He moves toward her, then blocks her way as he hoovers over her but not too close to make her entirely uncomfortable, looking down with a smirk.] Hey there, pretty lady. Where you headed? [He means nothing by it other than being friendly. He suddenly realizes how grateful he is that this isn't his home and he doesn't have to work so hard at being trusted by the civilians he hurt during the war. At least he hopes he doesn't have to.]
Seifer Almasy | FVIII | Tag: 1
But seriously. This whole thing was harder to understand than Time Compression. When the she-bitch kept whispering about it in his head, he never got it even though he as half-way under her control. But he understood some of it. This snit however? It was a little harder to grasp. The only thing he was getting out of this was the fact that there were other heroes of light here, it was prophesied that they'd come back, and they were meant to save this world.
Well, la-de-freaking-da. He didn't believe one aota about it.
He wouldn't be defined by it either. He already went through one destiny that turned into a bad headtrip, he didn't need to go through a second one but then... there was this part of him that whispered the need to do good, to wipe his hands clean of sticky blood and warm flesh.
Just right now, he needed to find a place to rest for the night.
He breaks from his thoughts, looking up and saw a young red haired woman walking his way. Wouldn't be so bad to converse with someone who wasn't pink and fluffy? Hyne, he really missed Fuu and Rai, even though they weren't the greatest conversationalists. Except, Fujin really could be, when she was in the mood.
He moves toward her, then blocks her way as he hoovers over her but not too close to make her entirely uncomfortable, looking down with a smirk.] Hey there, pretty lady. Where you headed? [He means nothing by it other than being friendly. He suddenly realizes how grateful he is that this isn't his home and he doesn't have to work so hard at being trusted by the civilians he hurt during the war. At least he hopes he doesn't have to.]