@Lord Coake "So tell me, neighbor; where do you come from originally?" Vanion asked the bartender curiously. For the sake of not being rude and out of mild curiosity. This bartender surely saw all sorts of people and creatures come in here regularly, so he must have some interesting stories to tell.
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"That's really too bad. I happen to like forests, for more reasons than one." He replied.
Sephiroth cracked open an eye to see who had addressed him. Since the Angel standing before him had used such an informal tone, he could only assume that she must be the princess. That, and, there was a royal guard standing not too far off.
"Your Highness." Sephiroth replied with more formality than she had used. He made sure that his tone wasn't overly friendly, but also not hostile. More like, wary.
"Was there something you wished to speak to me about?"
"Your Highness." Sephiroth replied with more formality than she had used. He made sure that his tone wasn't overly friendly, but also not hostile. More like, wary.
"Was there something you wished to speak to me about?"
@Arabix "I don't know about it being 'neat', but it is certainly a strange place to be. What is your world like?" He asked.
@Arabix "Ah. You must not be from the same reality plane as I; I haven't heard of it. Actually, there are no elves where I come from. We only have sorcerers; or at least, what you might call sorcerers. They amount to the same thing, except that they are all women. The male sorcerers always end up going insane for some reason or other and they end up dying before they're old enough to be men." He replied to the elf prince.
@Arabix "Where are you a prince of?" Vanion asked the man curiously.
Sephiroth had been acting as co-pilot for the duration of the flight so far, but now he stood and left the cockpit, since it seemed that the main pilot didn't need him for the time being. He hadn't goten a chance to explore the ship yet, and so he decided he would take advantage of the opportunty to stretch his legs. For the sake of convenience, he sheathed his bulky wing for the time being. It was cramped enough as it was inside the ship without him taking up a good portion of room while he walked. Already it's weight made his shoulder complain, but he ignored the uncomfortable feeling. He was used to discomfort.
A few minutes of walking around led him to the rec room, where he saw a plethera of Angels. Sephiroth was of the opinion that they always seemed to have a good time no matter what. It was just a bit annoying to him, but he supposed that they were simply trying to make the best of things. just like how his people loved to see the worst about everything, he supposed that it was their way of dealing with bad situations. Being a Demon himself, he too found it difficult to see any positive aspects of just about anything, but because of his position as a potential ruler, he felt that he had to keep an open mind at least, even if his people wouldn't. He did his best, but he too made mistakes and rash decisions sometimes.
He felt that perhaps it would be better to leave the Angels to their own devices--seeing as neither party was particularly friendly to the other, and he didn't want to be the one who was known for starting yet another heated and pointless war with the Angels, simply because he tried to chat with one. He wasn't very sociable anyway, so it didn't bother him in the slightest.
And so it was that the Demon Prince pointedly avoided contact with the Angels--not in a gesture of coldness or even rudeness, merely so he'd avoid any potential conflict. He was tired, and not really in the mood for a fight. He wanted to make that obvious to the others, so that they wouldn't see him as a possible threat.
With that, he walked clear across the room from the group of white-wings to an unoccupied couch, and promptly lounged in the corner of it with the full intention of falling asleep.
A few minutes of walking around led him to the rec room, where he saw a plethera of Angels. Sephiroth was of the opinion that they always seemed to have a good time no matter what. It was just a bit annoying to him, but he supposed that they were simply trying to make the best of things. just like how his people loved to see the worst about everything, he supposed that it was their way of dealing with bad situations. Being a Demon himself, he too found it difficult to see any positive aspects of just about anything, but because of his position as a potential ruler, he felt that he had to keep an open mind at least, even if his people wouldn't. He did his best, but he too made mistakes and rash decisions sometimes.
He felt that perhaps it would be better to leave the Angels to their own devices--seeing as neither party was particularly friendly to the other, and he didn't want to be the one who was known for starting yet another heated and pointless war with the Angels, simply because he tried to chat with one. He wasn't very sociable anyway, so it didn't bother him in the slightest.
And so it was that the Demon Prince pointedly avoided contact with the Angels--not in a gesture of coldness or even rudeness, merely so he'd avoid any potential conflict. He was tired, and not really in the mood for a fight. He wanted to make that obvious to the others, so that they wouldn't see him as a possible threat.
With that, he walked clear across the room from the group of white-wings to an unoccupied couch, and promptly lounged in the corner of it with the full intention of falling asleep.
"So where does this go?" Keenan asked curiously of no one in particular.
Keenan narrowly evaded getting thrown off her feet by the two bigger men who could be seen now dogpiled on the ground, and she started laughing. "You guys suck." She laughed, then kept walking.
Grim sniffed before kicking Jenga off and pushing himself to his feet. He shrugged. "Okay, so I might have deserved that." He replied, then followed her.
Grim sniffed before kicking Jenga off and pushing himself to his feet. He shrugged. "Okay, so I might have deserved that." He replied, then followed her.
"Watch it, Ratboy!" Keenan hissed as Grim was shoved into her.
"Ratboy?" He asked, slightly amused that everyone seemed to be making a jibe about his hair now. "Heh. Sorry there, Shorty. Didn't see ya there. Might want to be careful; no one might notice if you suddenly got lost." He said, mussing her hair teasingly.
She snorted before continuing on down the dark hall.
"Ratboy?" He asked, slightly amused that everyone seemed to be making a jibe about his hair now. "Heh. Sorry there, Shorty. Didn't see ya there. Might want to be careful; no one might notice if you suddenly got lost." He said, mussing her hair teasingly.
She snorted before continuing on down the dark hall.
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