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Post by Yu Narukami on Dec 28, 2012 21:47:23 GMT -5
Music -- New Days
New York City was certainly a loud and bustling place. Having been a born and bred city boy, such massive urban environments weren't really that strange for Yu, but there was something quite different about New York compared to the familiar Tokyo sights and streets. Maybe it was a difference in cleanliness? Tokyo lacked a majority of the clutter and litter, true, but that's not to say it wasn't there, if much less common. New York seemed a bit more disordered as well, but that was part of the charm thought he. Maybe what the most notable thing about it was simply the population density-- the amount of people walking around put even Japan's capital to shame. Of course, Yu didn't really mind. In either lonely or crowded streets, you got a bit of a difference out of your environment that he could appreciate.
At any rate, eventually eighteen year old Yu Narukami decided it was time to duck out of the populated streets and get something to eat. Making his way around, he couldn't help but notice the congestion of resturantes and coffee shops around his local area. So many different places to eat so close together...
'Huh...guess there's a lot of competition for businesses out here then...'
Yu walked around a bit before finally picking a resteraunt at random. It had a large sign with a strange logo on it that seemed to make it stand out among the other establishments surrounding it. It was advertised as a dinner and coffee shop, and it's small and somewhat cozy interior made Yu think it'd be a decent place to sit down and think about his next move. He sighed as he opened the door, thinking to himself.
'...From one adventure to another...and things don't really seem to be slowing down either. Still, this whole situation's weird, even for me.'
The silver haired boy was greeting by a waitress who seemed to be only marginally invested in seating Yu. As he was lead to a small table in the corner, Yu bowed politely and asked for a small chai tea, of which the waitress soon left to order prepared. Narukami reclined and glanced at the menu. Nothing seemed particularly appetizing, but he supposed he could go for a small sandwich or something of that nature. After scanning over the lamented listing of various and generic foodstuffs, Yu decided to look around the small, one roomed establishment for his incoming tea-- but mostly just to see if anything or anyone of interest was sitting or wandering about, both in and outside. Maybe it was a bit impolite to people watch and eavesdrop, but in a busy city like this, he doubted anyone would mind or notice. Besides, as he had heard, there was always something happening in the illustrious city of New York. |
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Post by Alexander Anderson on Dec 28, 2012 23:12:55 GMT -5
Likewise sequestered in a corner of the small establishment, leaning back in his seat, sat Father Alexander Anderson. A rare occurrence, his glasses were not perched on his face, but on the table before him. In his hands there was a small sheaf of papers which he was presently perusing with something of an intense expression on his face. Focused might have been a better word, for there was none of the usual grimness and eery rage on his face like there so often was.
On the table, along with his glasses, there stood a half-empty glass of plain tea, along with a still mostly-full cup of coffee. On the other side of his person, in the seat next to him, rested the long coat he normally wore, as well as a rekatively plain-looking violet folder, presumably for the papers in his hands, marked only with the numeral 'XIII' and a silver cross.
Placing the papers down momentarily, he took a long sip of the coffee, before closing his eyes briefly, leaning slightly over the table, resting his elbows on it. He looked contemplative, and deeply in thought. The information he had read, whatever it was, was not exactly good news, but it didn't seem to be bad news. It was simply information which warranted careful thought as to his decision regarding it.
After a short moment remaining thus, he turned his attention to the menu still lying on the table.
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Post by Mithos on Dec 29, 2012 19:14:43 GMT -5
Just who was this human? He was undeniably human - he had no traits of a spirit or elf or anything and no mana signature that Mithos could recognize. But he undeniably had some sort of power that he could feel. It wasn't mana, it felt entirely different... but it was there.
That alone was intriguing.
There were a lot of intriguing things in the world, though, and some were more disconcerting - like the lack of Summon Spirits, and the absence of any stones that he could transform into Exspheres. But perhaps some of the other things he didn't understand could be used. He would find a way back, eventually. There was no other option - not when Martel was still there, waiting to be revived. He pushed away the surge of memories, of Genis and Raine, of Lloyd attacking him. So he had died. What of it? He was clearly alive now, so he could... he had to find her again.
Which meant seeking out every possibility of aid - especially the unusual ones. He had been shadowing the human for some time, but when he stepped inside a cafe, he waited, lingering around the entrance for some time before actually walking inside. He let the human serving currently seat him, without paying much attention to where it was. It didn't matter, really - his senses were keen enough to detect anything that was said, and he simply did his best to ignore the chatter and sounds of movement of the others. They were all inferior beings, and if they got in his way, he would kill them - but right now, that level of slaughter wasn't necessary. Not just yet.
Leaning back, he hesitantly ordered some hot chocolate, and narrowed his eyes. The human... and at least one other who didn't seem normal.
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