1st Move

[incinerare]

The setting is rather a peaceful one, a gentle summer afternoon. It's neither too hot, nor windy, there's a cloud or two in the sky, but all in all it seems like a perfect day to be outdoors. Excellent picnic weather actually and that was part of the reason the young man was currently sitting on the bank of a wide river.

Roy was dressed simply in a white t-shirt and a pair of brown pants, his shoes currently rested beside him with his socks stuffed into them. He seemed to be waiting on someone to join him as he silently watched the water flow by.



{ooc: Since I decided to start with something light-hearted for once. The man's pre-Ishval here in the dream (which makes him around 18-20) and the setting is of a possible picnic with his best friend, but feel free to replace the expected friend and either brackets or prose are welcome, I'll match either}

Comments

[nohometown]

Even Sephiroth's casual wear wasn't particularly casual--his crisp white dress shirt and his black dress slacks--but he tried. At least his collar was unbuttoned.

His more formal casual aside, he enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere, walking slowly through the grass toward the river. His manner calm, he came to rest beside Roy in companionable silence, gazing out at the water.

[one_one_se7en]

From his side, the pale soldier nearing seven feet tall is dressed in black slacks and buttoned shirt. While it is more formal than what the Colonel was wearing at the moment, it was for a reason -- even the slightest folds discomfort him, even as he sets a basket with tea near them.

"I don't like civvies."

Civilian clothing, that is.