005 ☄ the sky is low, the clouds are mean

[nohometown]

It's quiet and cold, and there's snow on the ground, blanketing bare, blackened earth that nonetheless shows through here and there: soil where nothing grows, not even in winter. In the distance, a city looms darkly: vast and industrial, walled and tiered and towered; its lights beneath the gray sky shine like pinprick eyes of red, green, and gold, some blinking and some unblinking.

There are few moving shapes on the barren terrain stretching away from the great city. Here and there an animal, or monster, stirs, raises its head, but it's an empty place overall, as there is little here to sustain either predators or prey. At first, there don't seem to be any humans present in this desolate area, but there is one. It's difficult to see him at first because he's small and pale, his silver hair and gray clothes difficult to pick out against the snowy backdrop. Yet he is there, moving from place to place with an almost unnerving quickness, in a direction definitively away from the city, carrying supplies on his back, and with a small sword at his side.

He's only a child, but he's alone out here.


[[ooc: another gratuitous child Sephiroth post. He's considering leaving his current employ with the Shinra Company, and so he's dreaming of himself leaving Shinra as a child. Replies will come from pinnaculum.]]

Comments

That's an understatement.

[pinnaculum]

The energy struck the van, cutting sharply through it as if it were made of paper, which didn't do it a great deal of good, to say the least. At least the clean cut made for neat wreckage.

When the man who had jumped out of the vehicle called out, Sephiroth stopped moving, sheathed his sword. He wasn't sure if he trusted the Turk, but he was curious.

He disappeared again, only to appear closer--but not close enough that he couldn't retreat in an instant if needed. He was listening.

No; "Genesis is a little cranky" is an understatement.

[plotdeviceturk]

Tseng fixed his hair with a quick swipe of his hand.

"Do you have an idea of where you're headed? A way to avoid notice in towns? A cover story?" He asked, dark eyes studying the kid. "ShinRa won't let you just walk away like this."

MORE of an understatement. ;3

[pinnaculum]

"I will not tell you my plan," said Sephiroth, not willing to trust him that much, standing very still, but ready to leap away or attack in a moment.

He thought it would better to kill Tseng, if he was lying, if he proved to be a threat. Otherwise, he would report back to Shinra.

"I have been trained to operate independently in the field." He was confident in his abilities, and determined to leave. There may have been flaws in his plan, but his options and resources were limited.

...true.

[plotdeviceturk]

"Not undercover you haven't; you're not a Turk. You're rather obviously you." Tseng pointed out. "You're the only child with silver hair and green eyes, they put out a bounty on your head and everyone on the planet will be after you in a heartbeat. You need a disguise at the very least."

[pinnaculum]

"I know that," says Sephiroth, a little offended. He hadn't thought it necessary to put it on so close to Midgar, when he might still be seen, where they would examine everyone closely regardless and might see him in his disguise and know it as him. Not that he couldn't change again, later, but it was best to deceive your enemy, and he moved and blended in with the landscape better like this, all silver and gray.