The Silver Elite

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I apologize for inactivity. Life has been taxingly busy and I haven't had the time to spend on actually RPing. I apologize I still exist. Come this weekend I will try to be more active but I do have a lot of things going on. Plus I can honestly say I forget about this blog.

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I will be off for the night. It has been nice being back so far. And I look forward to the rest of the summer.  Please feel free to drop me a message if you would like to start something with Sephiroth. (Even if I am not very great at coming up with ideas for things) I will post my reply for Yuna in the morning.  

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[ falling petals. ] {Sephiroth~} @ Aerith

How often did peace and quiet find Sephiroth? How often did he really get time to himself? It was not enough, it never would be enough. It seemed that every moment someone was trying to get his attention or take over his time; and slowly they would take over his life. So these moments that he had to himself… he cherished them. Though he would often stay in his pent house when he was left alone like this, today he had decided that if they had no way of finding him he would be happiest. So he wandered. This city was always so interesting but he didn’t want to stay here right now, so he just kept walking. He eventually came to a park where he could find a nice spot to be by himself, maybe he would do something his manager would kill him for, fall asleep somewhere or something of the like. He did find a nice place. It was an open clearing filled with beautiful yellow flowers. He didn’t think he had ever seen flowers like his before in his life. He looked around as he walked out into them trying to find a spot where he wouldn’t crush them if he sat down. It took him a moment but he did find a spot void of the yellow petals and sat down in the patch of almost plush green grass. He plucked one of the yellow flowers from the ground and looked it over, bringing it to his nose and sniffing it. He brought all of his hair over his shoulder and lay down. He pushed the flower in over his ear and laughed silently to himself. Sephiroth was so glad for the time he got to relax. He really wouldn’t trade this for the world, the lack of voices surrounding him. Everything silent except for the rustling of the trees and grass. He didn’t know when he did, but he ended up falling asleep. 

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Her efforts for a place to settle within Aphrodite were still ongoing, but her search for a place to rest now were much more important. Although used to walking, her heels were aching and to lay them up onto a comfortable surface was more than inviting.

She’d heard of a place in Aphrodite where the blooms were yellow as the sun, the soil blessed with much of its bounty and the sky blue as the sea above. In the spring and summer it was a haven for tourists, some occasionally getting together for a picnic or children would come here to play. Flowers, Aerith thought—ah, what a relief. She was beginning to worry that home was more than far away, that her love for Gaia was fading as she found her place in this kingdom.

Aerith ventured off to see this, a shawl wrapped around herself as the wind blew freely; was Minerva close behind? She loved to think so. Perhaps the wind sent whispers or mouthed their wishes; Aerith used to hear it. But it didn’t seem to be the case; it seemed impossible to connect with the ‘Stream as much as she wanted to.

A field of golden blooms greeted her; her heart leaped with joy and a lump in her throat slowly formed as she couldn’t contain her happiness. As much as it wasn’t the sight of her precious lilies that bid her hello, she was nonetheless content with her effort to connect with what this dimension had to offer, wanting to be fair with what she had and what was given to her. She felt her gut wrench however, when she felt a familiar presence nearby—it wasn’t one of the extreme positive, but…the waves lingered in a limbo she couldn’t quite place her finger on.

Embracing her shawl around her, she peered into the now, slightly dim distance—the sun hiding behind horsetail clouds as she blinked. A silver-haired individual…a SOLDIER she’d encountered and crossed paths with once every a few blue moons; he was laughing. Smiling, even…and it pleased her that he’d learned to do so, or… that he just was.

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Sephiroth’s woke up and his smile vanished as he sensed someone else walking into the clearing. He didn’t know who else would be here so he quickly sat up and turn his attention to the young woman on the outskirts of the clearing. She looked harmless enough, but he himself had seen how dangerous seemingly nice people could be. He was cautious. He got to his feet and turned to her, taking the flower out of his hair and holding it in a clenched fist at his side. He held himself tall and powerful. He meant to be intimidating; he wasn’t going to let anyone ruin his time off. This was just a glimpse of the kind of person he could be, the sort of power that he held. “Who are you?” He asked, noticing that she didn’t really seem to be intruding much at all. He dropped the flower he was holding so he could cross his arms over his broad chest. He was far too used to having people swoon and fawn over him that someone treating him like a normal person was nearly foreign to him. Having your face and body in magazines and on TV was something people seemed to notice. 

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.:waiting can be so painful:. @Yuna

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The manager spoke like the wind, ever fast and accurate to what the agenda was, and all the young brunette does was to listen attentively, afraid to lose any sort of valuable information. And this, in the world of business and entertainment, seemed to be one of the most importance. 

And modeling, it was the first time for Yuna to set onto such a stage, never was she a ravishing beauty to stand on such a grand set up, photoshoots that could be published nation-wide. 

Of what genre it might be, she didn’t know, unsure if anything might go beyond her little expectation. After all, she was new, and of course, things might not be the way it should. 

The moment stepping out of the elevator was like a sauna. Instantly, with all the bright lights shining down, almost on par to the sun rays. did her forehead collected sweat, slowly trickling down such delicate skin. But no time, there wasn’t much for her to rest, quickly pulled into the curtains nearby for a change of clothes. 

“Here, take this.”

Leather material, rather a surprise. It wasn’t what the young summoner would wear of normality. However, this was a job to be done. Tight as she changed to a black piece of a suit, revealing much skin except most of the vital areas to be covered. A faint blush rushing up her cheeks as she tried to walk out for the very first time. 

Uncomfortable, and behold, the genre might be of something a little more sensual. 

Quickly to the next, putting on makeup, outlining her features, to someone of another type. They make wonders indeed, but it doesn’t change one personality. 

With preparations done, up the white background they stood. The silverette of well-build tone, the other still in the midst of getting ready, Yuna stood firm, a little nervous. Much were baffled and beamed over at her curves that were outlined perfectly by the suit, pale delicate snow skin revealed. Another thump of her heart, racing with slight nervousness. 

He introduced, as heterochromatic eyes blinked to look up, giving a slight smile, to hear the other that was of a monotonous introduction, but softness, could be felt. 

“I’m Yuna. It’s a pleasure to meet you. And, I’ll try my best. . I’ve never been in such a modeling trance before. I don’t know what to d-“

“Alright! Places ready!”

The other male walked out, standing beside as to get ready their stance. A somewhat sexual pose, and the young summoner’s body stiffen. 

“You shouldn’t get a replacement. She might be of a perfect figure, but she’s too stiff!”

Another wave of nervousness, and she didn’t know what to do. 

A sigh could be heard from the sides, and felt all the fault coming towards her. What should she do, was there anything the silverette could help with? 

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It was almost amusing to see how uncomfortable she seemed to be in the outfit. Sephiroth was quite pleased with himself. The outfit that had been made for the model who was supposed to be here fit her perfectly. Made her look even prettier then she had before. She looked a little artificial with all of the make-up, but still quite a beauty. When they told them to take their places he turned slightly, angling his head so he was looking down at Yuna. You always had to hold yourself so the clothing was what was showcased. No arms across the front, no legs together, no shoulders turned completely away from the camera, and if the brand name was shown to the camera in any way shape or form that was always a bonus.  But you had to trust that the photographers know what they’re doing. “Don’t worry.  You’ll get the hang of it quickly. Just relax.” He spoke to Yuna as he reached up and cupped her chin in one hand. “Just put a hand somewhere on me and close your eyes. It will be done soon.” He said in his low rumbling voice. The other man had a hand resting on Yuna’s waist, he still didn’t seem very happy with this replacement but he was a professional so he wasn’t going to let it get in the way of the shoot. Sephiroth himself had most of his body angled towards the photographer who was talking to a designer. Though his head was angled towards Yuna his eyes were on the camera, and they would never leave it.

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.:waiting can be so painful:. @Yuna

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Upon hearing a sharp voice in search for another replica, did the young brunette flinched slightly, unbalanced eyes turned to look at the manager rummaging through, shouting and seemingly to snarl at the silverette. 

A closer look, did he have such distinct features, those blue mako eyes that were familiar to Yuna, reminded much about her puppy soldier right back working on missions concurrently. His lips were nicely glossed, and his hair, that wave of silver were well taken care of if one could tell. 

And out the phone was taken away quickly from her hands, sliding right back into its rightful owner. There, and all was done, or so she’d thought to be. 

That offer he gave, stunned the whole crowd that were in the midst at the lobby, those ladies, snickering right beside shocked, and gossiped even further. 

She’s not up for it. Look at how tiny she is. 

Oh my, such short hair. 

That weird pair of eyes. 

The modeling industry, was never one to be tempered with. Her eyes looked down with dull features for a moment, not confident of herself in any way. Was she, was she really up for this? Why did he picked her, out of all the beauts standing around? 

Whatever, they needed a substitute, and there was the young summoner, free. 

But all the bickering soon stopped unconsciously, and they left, unknown to why they did. 

The manager, shocked by expression, but soon to just snapped out of it. Desperation, was all they had. 

“R-Right.,” nodding her head with determination, assisting to help others was her top priority. 

And there, taking the elevator up, their little adventure had begun, was what she’d thought to be. Nervous she was as it went up one level to another, surrounded by unfamiliar figures. 

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Sephiroth stood silently in the elevator, staring at the low ceiling as his manager debriefed the stranger. What they were modelling, who she would be modelling with, (The two other models she would actually be working with were Sephiroth and another young man) and lastly what the pay was going to be like. He continued to assure her that it wouldn’t take more than an hour or so. Sephiroth himself knew that these shoots could go on for a very long time. Upstairs in the studio even more people were milling about. Models, photographers, agents, gaffers, assistants, designers, the works. And everything was hot and stuffy as large lights were wheeled around the room and small sets and backdrops were set up. This was where Sephiroth was most at home and he quickly disappeared into a small hallway which led to a few rooms which had been modified into dressing rooms. They redid his make-up and gave him some new things to change into and he could only assume that the young girl he had just met was going through the same treatment in another room. Stepping back out an assistant came up to him and ushered him over to a plain roan backdrop and had him stand facing the camera. At the same time they brought in the other girl. She looked very different decked out in the OBLIVION brand but it did suit her. It was probably not the most comfortable outfit she had ever been in, you had to really know leather well before being introduced to these sorts of clothes. But… it really didn’t matter as long as she looked good. As she took her place beside him, practically shoved by a couple of designers, Sephiroth decided to introduce himself. “The name’s Sephiroth. It’s good to be working with you.” He said his tone scathing but there was a softness to it, almost as though he was humoured. 

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.:waiting can be so painful:. @Yuna

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There she stood, completely out of place. With most people wearing business suits, office attires, the young summoner who’d worn simplicity of casual clothes to classes. Out of place indeed. 

She’d heard murmurs between others, of a certain silverette who’d somehow been in a bad mood, some said he was upset with one issue, while the other said he’d been drinking lately. Rumors, weren’t they, made from gossips, a typical way of how entertainment had worked. 

While some others, stared right at her, glancing at her heterochromatic eyes, questioning each other. 

What’s the summoner doing here? 

Oh, don’t you think those pair of eyes could be a big hit for our category? 

She’s a hottie, but with those simple clothes, she’s nothing. 

Another two, a pair of seemingly modeling ladies, whispered and chuckled amongst themselves. 

Ugly. Truly an ugly truth. 

A wave of discomfort rang through her ears with pain, wishing to get out of this place almost immediately. Where was the person she’d wanted to find. 

Yuna’s vision shifted towards the elevator as it announced with a chime, out came walking a slender figure, well muscular tones with his lush long silverette locks. And the very next moment he stood right in front, glaring right down at the young brunette herself. 

“H-Huh, oh. .,” thinking for a moment, the fear of his tone was settling inside of her. What immense authority and power the model had, much different from others who’d been there a moment ago. 

“I believe. . this is your-“

Her words were cut off by a panic manager of sorts, a sudden shout in search for the silverette, or so she’d thought to be.  

“Shit, we need a replacement. Sephiroth, get back to work! Where the hell am I suppose to find a lady to take over the last minute job?!”

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 Sephiroth reached to pick up his phone, flinching slightly at his manager’s voice. He rounded his glare on the man. He snatched his phone from the girl and looked it over. He noticed, out of the corner of his eye a couple of younger models snickering at the rude treatment from Sephiroth to the young stranger. It was unnecessary and Sephiroth personally thought the young woman who handed him his phone was much more attractive. Slipping his phone into his pocket he turned back to the girl. “Please come with me.” He smiles that nearly magical smile at her, “We seem to need a new lady for this shoot. Our scheduled model seems to have bailed.” He said his voice low and smooth. His manager was going to owe him for this.  He had known earlier that the other model would not be showing up. Not that she had told his but because of who she was, if she wasn’t there on time she wasn’t going to show up at all. “I really do not see another person here who would be able to do it.” He added giving a look over to the two who had been making the snide remarks earlier. That was enough to make them leave. His manager looked a little shocked. Before he cursed once under his breath and put a hand on the summoner’s shoulder. “Well come on then! He picked you so we don’t really have a choice. It will only take half an hour an hour tops. And we’ll make sure you’re paid. I’ll talk to your agent later.” Sephiroth smiled a sly smile as he walked back towards the elevator to head back up to the studio they were shooting in. This may be a little bit more entertaining now that he had someone new to distract himself with. 

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.:waiting can be so painful:. @Yuna

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Minutes after school had ended for the young summoner, heading towards the school’s library of assortments, in hopes to find any other types of information that might’ve helped her for those essays, due within a week or two. A right time to start out, and yet, another excuse to not head out for the temple, where reputation and reprimanding rules kept her from setting herself free as a bird. 

Finding the closest seats at the side, a quiet area for the dainty figure to be in her own comfort zone without others watching. Perfect. Placing her belongings at the corner, she stood up, ready to search for anything that was related to summonings, myths and legends of how they’ve come from, that was what the essay depicts. 

“Huh?”

A strong vibration coming from the other side, abet surprised, but had caught Yuna’s attention. Heterochromatic eyes flung to see a silvery device, a cellphone. Was someone still sitting here? But it can’t be, nothing else was there except the mechanic itself.  

Did someone left it here? 

Slender fingers reached out to grab it, flipping it over to check who’s it might be. Only showing the information of a silverette, and of a company name of somewhat importance. 

But being who she was, always determined to return such things to the rightful owner, instead for study, the young brunette headed out to find where this company might be, and returned to whoever it belonged to. 

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Five minutes after, standing out from the yellow vehicle of obedience, finding herself in front of a fine establishment, of models and photoshoot company it seemed. Her unbalanced orbs beamed in wonderment, and had never thought to be here in any point of her life. This, probably, was the very first time. 

With a slightly nervous heart, the young girl took the first step in, a gush of air condition blew across her face, watching how professionals stood and handled any business they partake. Breath-taking and busy it was. 

But where, where would she start searching for this silverette who’d lost his precious device? 

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A young receptionist was talking to Sephiroth’s manager. She looked to be speaking quickly, clearly she wanted out of there quickly. Maybe she had heard about Sephiroth’s bad mood and didn’t want to talk to him herself. How annoying. He strode over towards the two of them and cocked a long silver eyebrow questioningly.  The young lady bowed to him and took off. Sephiroth rolled his eyes and turned his attention to his manager. “What was that about?” Sephiroth asked. It was more of a demand than a question. He had his arms crossed and held his back perfectly straight, his green eyes were sharpened to a glare. His manager sighed, “You know that phone you have been going on about. There’s a girl down in the lobby that has it. Go get it.” He said shaking his head. Sephiroth’s glare sharpened before he dropped his arms and headed towards the elevator. He hadn’t bothered to get himself changed and still wore some of the new leather line from OBLIVION. This included a short leather jacket and tight leather pants. His long silver hair was not tied up and swept behind him in his fast pace. When he reached the lobby he took long strides looking for the one who may have had his cellphone. His eyes rested on the one girl who looked completely out of place in the room. She was not dressed to be working as a manager, agent, receptionist or any of the business types. She was almost pretty enough to be a model, but a model would hold themselves a little more confidently. No, she was definitely out of her comfort zone here, she had to be the girl who had his cellphone. “I believe you have something that belongs to me.” He stated in a sharp voice, crossing his arms over his chest again and frowning down at her. 

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.:falling petals:. @ Aerith

How often did peace and quiet find Sephiroth? How often did he really get time to himself? It was not enough, it never would be enough. It seemed that every moment someone was trying to get his attention or take over his time; and slowly they would take over his life. So these moments that he had to himself… he cherished them. Though he would often stay in his pent house when he was left alone like this, today he had decided that if they had no way of finding him he would be happiest. So he wandered. This city was always so interesting but he didn’t want to stay here right now, so he just kept walking. He eventually came to a park where he could find a nice spot to be by himself, maybe he would do something his manager would kill him for, fall asleep somewhere or something of the like. He did find a nice place. It was an open clearing filled with beautiful yellow flowers. He didn’t think he had ever seen flowers like his before in his life. He looked around as he walked out into them trying to find a spot where he wouldn’t crush them if he sat down. It took him a moment but he did find a spot void of the yellow petals and sat down in the patch of almost plush green grass. He plucked one of the yellow flowers from the ground and looked it over, bringing it to his nose and sniffing it. He brought all of his hair over his shoulder and lay down. He pushed the flower in over his ear and laughed silently to himself. Sephiroth was so glad for the time he got to relax. He really wouldn’t trade this for the world, the lack of voices surrounding him. Everything silent except for the rustling of the trees and grass. He didn’t know when he did, but he ended up falling asleep. 

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.:waiting can be so painful:. @Yuna

Sephiroth closed the book in his hand with a flick of his wrist. He let out a sigh as he ran his finger over the delicate spine. Cracks ran from top to bottom and the entire thing threatened to fall apart. But this… this was the sort of thing that baffled Sephiroth, the sort of thing that really made his life interesting. The ‘Meteor’ project was what was catching his eye at the moment. There had been a name in the list of scientists who worked on it that had seemed very familiar to him, so he had been quick to look up more. Finding this book in the local university library he quickly made his way over here to get his hand on it. It was a gold mine. It had notes written, not only professionally, but by the scientists who were a part of it. His mother being one of them, his real mother. He could tell it was her, her writing was so similar to his own. None of the emotions that plagued him upon finding it were obvious at all. He would hide the way he felt until the day he died. His phone went off in his pocket the loud sharp sounds of powerful strings echoing from out of his pocket. He fished it out and looked at the name and image that had shown up on the screen. His nose scrunched slightly and his brows furrowed together. He was never letting his manager touching his phone ever again. Answering it he got quite the lecture about being punctual to his shoots. Walking down to the stairs he only let out the odd ‘mhmm’ or ‘of course’. His gaze was sharp and he couldn’t help but not be pissed off about this. He sank down in front of one of the computers and used the log-in of one of the younger models who went here. “I’m going now. I have something more important to attend to.” But his manager was having none of that, drilling him about where he was and what he was doing. “I car will be there to pick you up in five minutes. You will be there Sephiroth. This will cost as an arm and a leg to skip out on.” He yelled into the silverette’s ear. Sephiroth conceded and hung up the phone, setting it down on top of the book he had brought down. It took him a minute or so to hunt down the document he was looking for. He printed them out and headed down to the printer. Picking up his papers he headed out of the building. He didn’t notice that he didn’t bring his phone with him and the car was already waiting in front of the building. He piled into the back of the car and could only get angrier with everything as his manager continued to talk his ear off. At the shoot was when he noticed that his phone was nowhere to be found. Everyone who had seen Sephiroth angry knew why people kept him happy. He was a very intimidating person when he was in a good mood, he was downright scary when he was angry. He was quick to snap and quick to get violent, he would never outright punch a person but he would grab collars and snarl in people’s faces. And now he was ordering around a couple people trying to get his phone back. He had things he had to look up and he didn’t want to have to put up with all of this right now. 

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I have returned from my Hiatus officially. If anyone would like to begin an RP with Sephiroth please feel free to message me.

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I realize that I have not been on in a very long time. And I'm glad to see that there is still activity here. I would just like to inform everyone. Old and new, that I will be back on again come June 20th or so. School is finally coming to a close for me. Though I'm still stressed for a multitude of reasons, school was what was keeping me from RPing. I do hope to get to know some of our newest members when I make my official return. 

If you would like to talk to me you can message me and I will gladly tell you my Skype. I do feel bad for not being an active part of this community and I promise to change that as soon as possible.

So if you would like to talk to Seph, maybe think of something we could do when I am back and concentrate feel free to message me and ask for some form of contact I will not be opposed to responding.

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So I believe I will be taking on a Hiatus status for a while. Today stuff hit the wall and came crashing down so... I really just don't feel up for doing much of anything. 

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.:shooting stars:.@Reno

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Sephiroth’s eyes ran up and down the body as it stretched before him. He didn’t have a bad build… it suited him; the same way Sephiroth’s build suited him. It was just right, aside from this Sephiroth had no comment.  

“Reno…” he repeated the name before the other continued talking. He looked out the window again, still leaning on his hand. He cocked an eyebrow and looked at Reno out of the corner of his eye as the other finished speaking though.

“Hm, is that so?” Sephiroth mumbled, “Well I guess I thank you for fixing that problem. Not often I am joined by a man… such as you.” In other words… forward, energetic, interesting.

“My name’s Sephiroth.” He said looking back out the window. This was going to tell whether or not the other did know of him or not. It was strange though… At that moment Sephiroth had a real hope that this man actually didn’t know who he was. He loved the whole idea of just being another face, nothing special.

He loved how forward the other was about his flirting. Sephiroth had had countless people come onto him before, it was always refreshing for these people to not be blushing and awkward while doing so. It was also very refreshing for it to be a man.

“Are you not going to get something to eat? The food here is fantastic. I will wait for you.” He said before taking a long sip of the warm drink in front of him.

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“Such as me, huh?” Reno grinned. “What about me makes me so different? You’ve got to have people fawning all over you- prolly have t’ beat  em out of your path with a stick or somethin’.” H

Sephiroth. The name sounded vaguely familiar, like maybe he’d heard it mentioned, but he couldn’t place where he had heard it. “Sephiroth, huh? Interesting name…suits you, though. Can’t help feeling like I’ve heard it before…some historical reference, mebbe?”

The turn of the head gave him time to admire the sharp, proud lines of Sephiroth’s face. Very, very fine bones, but on a big man and sized to suit, sharp and dangerous and devastatingly beautiful. Reno had very few reasons to ever call any man beautiful, but Sephiroth deserved it. 

“Huh? Ah, I will when the waitress gets back here. She’s kinda busy with the big table in the back. You go ahead.”

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“You must not realize how rare it is for a person to approach me like this and not be blushing and giggling like they have a problem.” Sephiroth said with a small shake of his head as Reno asked what was so different about himself. Sephiroth may have been able to pick out a couple other things but that was the one that stuck in his head at the moment.

Reno questioned his name and it made Sephiroth smile. Though all of his smiles looked like smirks, like he didn’t really care. This fact that he didn’t even know the name made Sephiroth very happy. “Maybe…” was all he said in response though, in a voice so low it could have easily been missed.

Sephiroth hummed slightly as he said he would wait for the waitress. He didn’t say anything though. He didn’t say anything for a couple long moments, “So, Reno… what do you do?” He asked with a cocked eyebrow looking at the red head. The smirk of a smile never left his features. He also couldn’t tell just by looking at the other how old he was. He sort of hoped that that question came hand in hand with the one that he asked.

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.:shooting stars:. [Tseng]

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This hadn’t gone well, with his art class cancelled and his eyes itching because of allergies, Tseng felt miserable, though he didn’t look it as much. He wore his glasses today giving him the look of an exotic nerd who only studies, but that certainly wasn’t who he was all about. Granted he did spend a lot of time at home, alone, writing and drawing, and more time at the bakery, but still something was missing. His work started to not be enough for him. 

He passed on any offer to a classmates house and knew that at least a few girls liked him and he sort of felt bad for them. There was nothing wrong with them…it was all him. 

Outside the slightly warmer morning had brought about a colder afternoon and he realized that he hadn’t brought a thick enough coat and the bike ride home across town would be quite chilling. But no matter, if he wanted to get home…this was what he had to do.

Tseng bundled up his light jacket and stuffed his drawing book back in the bag, slinging it over his shoulder before he climbed on his bike and started off. He knew he didn’t have anything to cook tonight because he wasn’t going to the store until pay day. He did have a few dollars to spend on a sandwich from the local cafe he could hit on the way home.

He had little idea just what this quick stop would mean to him.

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Pulling up to the cafe, he hopped off his bike and rest it close to the glass window where he could see it, which just happened to be right in front of where someone he knew quiet well, (well on paper that was) was sitting. When he went to gather his bag, it slipped from his shoulder and hit the ground, items such as his book, drawing pencils and wallet spilling out on the ground at his feet. Tseng cursed softly and bend down to began gathering them up, ignoring how his jacket and coat were riding up, giving anyone inside the cafe an nice view of his ass. 

Then with a sigh, he slipped his bag back over his shoulder and entered the cafe, looking straight ahead to the counter when a glimmer of familiar silver caught his eye. Tseng turned to it naturally and his eyes widened, then narrowed. 

It can’t be? Can it?

Tseng paused right where he stood, blinking the man and gradually moving closer until he was standing before him where he could see the man’s face.

“Sephiroth?” He said aloud. He knew it was! There could be no better confirmation then that long elegant silvery hair and that perfectly flawless skin. “Oh it is!” he gasped, taking a seat before him without asking. Now, Tseng was never one to approach anyone. He was quite shy and very reserved, but this was Sephiroth! 

“I beg your pardon and I am sorry for interrupting you. It’s just I’ve admired you for years and you’re…well I hope this doesn’t sound strange, but could you sign my notebook?” He asked, pulling it out and placing it on the table. Inside it were pages and pages of drawings, all of a very similar man…Sephiroth. 

Tsengs aspirations of being a manga novelist had led him to what he saw as the ideal man, and so had modeled many short comics and drawings after the silveret. The man was a god in his own right. He was inspiration. He was tall, lean, muscular and sheer perfect. He was the perfect form to learn from and then some.

((OOC: Tseng would befriend and bed Sephiroth te he))

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Sephiroth cocked an eyebrow as his eyes landed on a black haired man outside of the café. He couldn’t help it as he sub-consciously checked out the stranger’s backside as it was… presented to him. He smirked and chuckled slightly before looking off to the side. He took a long sip of his drink and when he opened his eyes again the stranger was gone.

At least he had thought he was gone. He was proven wrong as that same man he had just been looking at took a seat next to him without asking. Sephiroth was a little taken aback by how forward that man was. He was very used to it… usually from woman, but it seemed to really catch him off guard because it was a man.

“Of course…” Sephiroth said. Sephiroth reached into his own pocket and pulled out a silver pen which had been a gift given to him by his old agent. He uncapped it and pulled the book over to him. He flipped through it idly not taking in the images at first before signing the inside cover of it. Sephiroth. The ‘h’ at the end had a flourish down across the bottom of the name. The ‘S’ a very intricate design of quick little curves and turns. The rest was written in a very flowy handwriting with very sharp curves to it. Sephiroth had signed that name so many times it was just the way his hand moved now.

Sephiroth idly flipped the pages under his finger again. He stopped this time though, he didn’t know what made him stop but he did, turning the page open and looking down at the drawing on it. He cocked an eyebrow at the very familiar figure on the page. He smirked and chuckled low in the back of his throat. He cocked an eyebrow and looked up at the stranger as though asking for some sort of explanation. The drawings were pretty good, but as he looked through a couple more, he noticed a lot of them seemed to be modeled after this very familiar figure.

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.:shooting stars:. @Garnet

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As she was about to turn her head there he stood, smirking right by her, twirling her hair inbetween his slender fingers. 

Garnet managed to keep herself from flinching in fright over his sudden appearance.  His eyes held almost an impossible shade of green, unlike anything Garnet had seen before  and the closer he got the more striking he looked. His movements on the top of her head were gentle, almost as if he was stroking a cat.  She couldn't really comprehend what was going on, but it felt strangely good. "Ah- eh-" Reeba started, gaping like a little sparrow. It was the first time Garnet had seen her speechless and this pleased her more than it should have. His comment about the modelling made Garnet fluster involontarily as the way he said it lead her thoughts astray,  but before she had the chance to ask  he was already out of sight. There was a small silence as the slightly bizarre situation sank in but it didn't take long before it was broken. "Hehehehe~! My mother won't believe this!" Reeba had her hands on her cheeks wriggling around in her seat. Garnet looked at the young girl, chuckling at her happiness. Garnet had never really idolized any form of celebreties so she couldn't really relate to her excitedness but she could obviously appreciate his appearance. More than she'd like to admit. After a while he sat down in the same spot as before and Reeba was completely beside herself. The sundae was melting as its patron now only had eyes for Sephiroth. Garnet sighed over Reebas wastefullness but couldn't help shooting glances in the silver-haired man's direction herself as she attempted to finish her smoothie without being obvious. Reeba had begun pestering her that they should join him but Garnet didn't want to be too intrusive. She really did wonder what kind of modelling he was doing but it felt odd to ask.  Before Garnet had noticed Reeba had plopped out of her seat and headed over to Sephiroth's table. "Daggy is being boring, can I sit with you?" she said sweetly, batting her eyelashes at him. The gross sound of choking on a smoothie could be heard coming from Garnet's table.

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Sephiroth enjoyed the few moments of silence he was given, he assumed that they would be gone quickly. And low and behold, he was correct. The little girl who he had spoken to earlier plopped herself down in the seat across from Sephiroth. The model cocked a long silver eyebrow.

“Well… I guess you are.” He said in a low tone to the young girl, shaking his head. He looked over at said ‘Daggy’ as she ever so gracefully choked on her smoothie. He looked back to the young girl.

“May I ask your name?” Sephiroth said, leaning on his arm. A silver eyebrow was still cocked high onto his forehead. He figured he could be enough of a gentleman to offer this young fan a conversation. At least until the young woman taking care of her took her away.  

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.:shooting stars:. @Ashe

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Ashelia’s life had become an endless circle that revolved around waking up and going to the University. She spent what free time she had doing homework or on the phone with her “beloved” Renly. Both of those tasks was like she was pulling teeth, she wanted to spend more time with Yuna and Shuyin but she never took down their numbers but she remembered where they lived. 

She walked out of her room and down the long white hallway to see her stylist, Madge, sleeping on top of some random man. 

‘Father wouldn’t be too happy if he saw that she was bringing strange men to my apartment.’ She thought frowing slightly, she pushed the idea out of her head because just a few days ago she did the same thing. Hell she even kissed her stranger, and cried infront of him. All violations of the commandments of social ettiquete. Sighing she took a blanket and covered her up, walking back to her own room. 

Today she would do something productive since luckily her classes were cancelled. She didn’t have any friends in the city besides Yuna and her twin brother Shuyin, but she was positive that they were busy. Stretching she pulled off her oversized tee and opened her walk in closet pushing the hangers around. She wasn’t sure what she was going to wear exactly today, did she feel like being sporty girly or casual? Things were so much easier when Madge picked her clothes for her, but how was she going to learn to be independent if she couldn’t even decide what her daily attire was going to be?

Settling for a pair of jeans, a white sweater and a brown and blue plaid tweed jacket. She dressed and prepared for her hunt of shoes. It was suppose to be a chilly day, so she pulled a pair of designer brown boots out and thick socks. 

Tiptoeing she grabbed her keycard and purse walking out of the apartment. As she decended down the steps she waved to her land-lord and was out into the chilly air. She pulled her coat closer to herself and embarked on her day. She was going to visit the cafe first for a pastry and coffee then she was going to hit the mall and shop around for a bit. 

Entering the cafe she saw a man with hair of spun silver. She recognized him from magazine covers, and when he used one of her father’s airships. It was Sephiroth. He was still attractive even with age, his face appeared to be timeless.  Ordering her usual latte and cinnamonbun with extra frosting she paid the 15 gil and walked over to his table. He wouldn’t remember her, it was years ago back when her mother was alive and Vanozza was her beloved aunt. 

“Hello, may I join you?” She said her voice level as if she were speaking to an old friend. 

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Sephiroth had been lost in thought. For a few minutes he stared at the window watching people pass by and wondered if maybe he should stop by his office and see what was going on down their today. The relaxing atmosphere of the room around him made him believe that that could definitely wait for another time. He was in no rush.

He looked up as a person stepped towards him and addressed him. He sat back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other and his arms over his chest. “Go right ahead, miss…” he said adding an inflection to the end of his words as though to ask her for her name.

The way she spoke to him was interesting. He was impressed by her level-headedness; most women got a little flustered talking to Sephiroth. And in reality it didn’t matter how long they had known him for, they always got at least a little red in the face.

To Sephiroth this was a welcome surprise though. He was always willing to have a conversation with a person who wasn’t going to dote over him and bother him. To show this he did hold himself in a very relaxed posture, even allowing his back to slump slightly, just enough that his usual intimidating aura dissipated some.

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.:ooc:.

I'm back from failing at my first orchestra rehersal. Everyone there was so good and I was like 'lalala what am I doing.' on my Bass Clarinet.  ANYWHO! I see posts for me from:

Reno

Garnet

Tseng

Ashe

Correct? I'll get to work on those. Lots of reading. 

Anyone else want to play with Seph?