[There is a teenager bodily dragging what looks to be some sort of mechanical bird bigger than an ostrich out of the nest of battered vehicles with far more ease than he should be able to given the deep gouges the bird's claws are leaving in the ground. He could pass as normal, even wearing black from head to toe and carrying a sword, if one didn't look too closely at his eyes, the vertical pupils closer to that of a snake's than a person's. Amongst the trucks, cars and vans, this felt more appropriate .. and wasn't that a strange thing, feeling like this was the one he was supposed to have? There's plenty of other vehicles to choose from, but the mechanical chocobo felt right, he knew just where to find the key tucked up under the ratty dust-stained saddle blanket, knew right where it should go to set the engine rumbling to life.
It's a battered thing, parts rusted and stripped of most of its paint, the glowing lines of energy across its chassis faint under a layer of grime, metal feathers broken, one exhaust pipe outright missing, and it doesn't ... quite walk, stuck in an idling crouch.
Hence the dragging, right back to the garage. Sephiroth is not a mechanic, such things were always left to others, but he's determined to figure this out. This is his, getting it working somehow seemed important.
All he needs is a second set of hands, hopefully. Which means accosting the first person that looks potentially nonhostile.]
Do you know what a multimeter is?
Bombadgy Bombardment: BEFORE attack
[Vehicles are being dug through by little monsters! They have clever little clawed hands, and closed doors are nothing - but Sephiroth doesn't have a traditional vehicle, and his mechanical chocobo doesn't even have saddle bags.
He watches impassively as the little creatures he simply can't take as threats briefly scour his machine for anything edible and then scrabble onward. It's a whole lot of Not His Problem, by the way he simply leans against the depowered robotic chocobo and watches, arms crossed.
His lack of hostility earns him suspicious looks from the little monsters, but little else. That's a problem for his neighbor, as they leap on the next vehicle with voracious intent.
Sephiroth helpfully does not a damn thing.]
[OOC: Wildcard: I'm terrible with toplevels but will happily play, and match format. Sephiroth is not terribly inclined to get involved unless he has to, but will if it seems like someone's in imminent danger. He's a lot more curious than he lets on, weird things WILL be investigated.]
Sephiroth | FF7: Ever Crisis, Infernal
[There is a teenager bodily dragging what looks to be some sort of mechanical bird bigger than an ostrich out of the nest of battered vehicles with far more ease than he should be able to given the deep gouges the bird's claws are leaving in the ground. He could pass as normal, even wearing black from head to toe and carrying a sword, if one didn't look too closely at his eyes, the vertical pupils closer to that of a snake's than a person's. Amongst the trucks, cars and vans, this felt more appropriate .. and wasn't that a strange thing, feeling like this was the one he was supposed to have? There's plenty of other vehicles to choose from, but the mechanical chocobo felt right, he knew just where to find the key tucked up under the ratty dust-stained saddle blanket, knew right where it should go to set the engine rumbling to life.
It's a battered thing, parts rusted and stripped of most of its paint, the glowing lines of energy across its chassis faint under a layer of grime, metal feathers broken, one exhaust pipe outright missing, and it doesn't ... quite walk, stuck in an idling crouch.
Hence the dragging, right back to the garage. Sephiroth is not a mechanic, such things were always left to others, but he's determined to figure this out. This is his, getting it working somehow seemed important.
All he needs is a second set of hands, hopefully. Which means accosting the first person that looks potentially nonhostile.]
Do you know what a multimeter is?
Bombadgy Bombardment: BEFORE attack
[Vehicles are being dug through by little monsters! They have clever little clawed hands, and closed doors are nothing - but Sephiroth doesn't have a traditional vehicle, and his mechanical chocobo doesn't even have saddle bags.
He watches impassively as the little creatures he simply can't take as threats briefly scour his machine for anything edible and then scrabble onward. It's a whole lot of Not His Problem, by the way he simply leans against the depowered robotic chocobo and watches, arms crossed.
His lack of hostility earns him suspicious looks from the little monsters, but little else. That's a problem for his neighbor, as they leap on the next vehicle with voracious intent.
Sephiroth helpfully does not a damn thing.]
[OOC: Wildcard: I'm terrible with toplevels but will happily play, and match format. Sephiroth is not terribly inclined to get involved unless he has to, but will if it seems like someone's in imminent danger. He's a lot more curious than he lets on, weird things WILL be investigated.]