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[basutasodo]

falsamilitis:

     ❝—Stranger?❞ Expression momentarily troubled, there is nonetheless a trace of attempted playfulness present within his youthful voice. Trooper padding his way closer towards the SOLDIER he’d somehow managed to befriend, Cloud works his lips upwards into a small smile in preparation for the moment the taller male turns around in order to face him. It wasn’t like such a well-trained warrior to allow himself an unguarded moment, surely; so the teen feels it safe to assume that his senior fighter already knows well of his presence and who it necessarily belongs to. ❝It’s only been a few days, Zack.❞ The young blond mutters, head tilting to one side ever so slightly in a manner most tentative. ❝You haven’t forgotten me already, have you?❞

               Smiling, a small chuckle fell from between closed lips, breaking the natural silence for but a moment. Eyes of cyan flickered at the younger male, accompanying the smile that was directed to him. The solitary knee fell from atop the wall, hanging over the lip just like the other as both hands met the edge once more. A moment was taken to wriggle long fingers along the edge before a quick push was met by a hop; within a moment, slightly worn boots found cobble once more. Approaching the other, a single limb raised to the height of the blond head, sent forward with the intent of ruffling his hair. ❝'Course not, country boy.❞ The lilt of his friendly voice slipped out without much thought. ❝Didn't quite expect to see you here, that's all. Nice surprise.❞

[basutasodo]

dreamsof--flying started following you.

marchitaflor started following you.

               Peering into the distance, the SOLDIER could see someone incoming. Someone cute, at that. One hand raised to fix his hair while he looked around for a puddle, or something else reflective - thankfully, a darkened window was nearby, and this provided him with a near-perfect pseudo-mirror, allowing him to fix his bangs, and make himself presentable. As the other grew closer, he pulled away from the mirror and tried to look somewhat natural. Unfortunately, he was too much of a ditz to appear completely natural. ❝Huh? Never saw ya there; you from around here?❞

               「Oh yeah. Natural.」

[basutasodo]

chimeraking started following you.

falsamilitis started following you.

               Heavy boots clashed with cobbled paving as the tall male made his way to a stone wall. Long fingers flexed on the edge before a quick turn was followed by covered cheeks meeting the ledge, the raven perching on top. A single knee rose and was cupped by a soft palm, the sole of his boot finding the ledge with ease. Another palm met the first and allowed for a fleshy precipice upon which the country boy could lean his carved chin. Not really paying attention, he heard footsteps approaching, and without turning to see who it was he began to speak before he looked. ❝Heya, stranger. What brings ya out here?❞

[lambencies-archive-blog]

nixreginam | basutasodo

          { ❀ ; } Wanderlust once again betrays this crimsonette’s trust as she realizes nothing in her general vicinity can even hint at the concept of familiarity. To be honest Kairi’s quite accustomed to this sensation of bewilderment yet it seems as though each time it arrives at her metaphorical front door, it’s presence has grown just a bit. This moment is no exception of course, and the Princess supposes finding someone to acquire directions from would most likely be wise. 

         "Exᴄᴜsᴇ ᴍᴇ!" she calls in hopes of catching this person’s interest; they’re not too far off but with their back facing Kairi she can’t be sure she’s managed to reach them. So, slightly louder this time, her call is echoed to ensure proper attention grabbing. 

[basutasodo]

               Though at first he lacked his normally-attentative nature, the young male dug his heel into the ground and pivoted at the sound of a female voice, the call reaching him and catching his attention the second time around. With the slightest of tilts of the head, a sizeable grin found the lips of the older of the two. A friendly baritone slipped from between soft lips, responding to the girl. ❝Heya, I'm Zack. Can I help ya?❞ Having passed those words on, his lips closed to meet in a large smile, the company rather welcome. She certainly was a cute one, the new girl. Redheads like that weren't exactly common back home, so that may have tainted how he saw those with crimson locks. That said, there was nothing quite like a southern girl. 

[calisvol]

    ( Ω ]—; Beneath the atramentous pall of silvered moonlight did the Night King trek within dominion that was all his own, allowing no transgression of that which he claimed to be disturbed by any who might dare to assert themselves as such. Of course, he was not alone on this night. His kingdom was never his own. Alucard could sense the youthful keen within nearby proximity, of artifice that begat enhancements, that scented to him of power not of their own. Human, and yet not. How very intriguing. From the nocturnal shadows did the Dragon emerge as though behooving himself before a rabble of mortals come to slay him in some mighty, Georgian manner. A lilt of amused chuckling emerged from pallid roseate as feral titian burned with unholy fire through the gloom of midnight. “Merely a…bystander," he supplicated with a wolfish grin, jagged ivories to gleam hauntingly.

[basutasodo]

               With a slight tilt of the head, atrous locks fell and smothered his sight for a moment, disrupting the peculiar appearance that was now in Zack's direct line of sight. There was something odd about this individual, but the warrior couldn't put his finger on it. Not one to judge, he smiled to the bystander and allowed his lips to hang open very slightly, nigh flawless teeth catching the moonlight that had moved from his blade and was now lighting up inhuman cerulean pools. Unfortunately, the Planet did not have anything quite like the dark stranger, so he had no idea just why he was, and why he was different. With a cheeky tint to his mature baritone, the younger spoke calmly to this stranger. ❝Nice t'meetcha, Bystander.❞ Delicate lids fluttering over cyan eyes, he looked down for a moment before returning his gaze to the other, a small chuckle leaving roseate lips. ❝Sorry, eheh. The name's Zack.❞

[basutasodo]

iblein started following you.

halfbreed-prince started following you.

               A single lock of raven hair draped over lightly bronzed cheeks, tinted by his Gongaga heritage and years of living in the sun of the south. As a stranger approached, a smile was given to the newcomer with a nod and a sly wink. Stygian locks bounced with the movement, shifting slightly into the young man's view before returning to their previous position, only briefly inhibiting his sight. His smile growing into a grin, Zack approached the other despite the fact that he'd never met the other person, his extroverted nature taking over and making him want to talk to the stranger. Although a part of him was hoping this wasn't strange, he generally wasn't too bothered about that. With hands propped on lean hips, the boy greeted them. ❝Heya, how's it goin'?❞

[basutasodo]

disputationix started following you.

xcredo started following you.

               Even as a chilly breeze passed over naked arms, clothed only by the heavy pauldrons of the SOLDIER armour, Zack barely felt the cold. It was just another day to him, though his lips were slightly chapped by the winds and faintly falling snow. All that said, he knew all too well that his inability to feel the cold could be a weakness, in that he never knew when it was too cold. So like the mission back in Modeoheim, the lean male slid down to a squatting position before swinging his arms to rise to full height once more, towering above any men made of snow in the surrounding area. It took three of these dives and rises for Zack to realise that he had company. Rose hue tinting southern tanned cheeks, a slightly embarrassed man turned to see if he had company, or had just imagined it. With a slightly falsified perk to his voice, he acted a little more surprised than he was. ❝—Huh?❞

[basutasodo]

calis-vol started following you.

               Moonlight trickled down from the stars and ran across the blade that rested on young shoulders. As the dull edge was used to strike enemies, the sharpened side reflected the most light, though on that particular night that could only be classed as dim at best. Twilight had since passed, and the Soldier stood in place, listening to his surroundings with his eyes closed, his ears opened to the world around him. In the seemingly perpetual darkness of the world, the raven haired male clearly made out a small sound, though was unsure what caused it. Turning on swift heels, cyan eyes flickered open to see his surroundings, already attuned to the darkness. ❝—Huh? Who's there?❞