[An airship decked out in such festive barding finds itself in good company considering the permanent state of such glittering decorations in and around the theme park areas of Trano Golsaucia. But even out in the more residential areas of the city, even towards the perimeter that Sephiroth's troupe only serve a small part of the force deployed to protect it there are great wreathes on almost every door, candles in nearly every window.
A seeming beacon of all light and hope nestled within the perpetual darkness and gloom of the corrupted land it was set within.
However, Elf costumes aren't exactly standard protocol out towards the small encampment area that Sephiroth had been allocated. It's not much more than a few large tents, a larger deployment than he took along to Downopolis but this is a significantly larger problem.
A patrol of six, Sephiroth bringing up the rear, longingly looks over the Helper Elf before she announces herself. It took Sephiroth himself a triple-take to actually recognize hie fellow Hero of Light in all of her garb.]
Hold! [His tone clipped, practiced and with an edge often not heard outside of military life. The troupe near enough shock themselves into rigid attention as their Colonel proceeds forward to address the Elf waiting for them.
Privately, even in the gloom with most of his face being hidden by long bangs of hair, Sephiroth flashes a smile to Mary before turning himself to face the men again.]
At ease. [Most slump out of their sharp posture, though a few don't seem to be so keen in relaxing just yet. It's been a long day out on this side of the frontier. In the meantime Sephiroth turns himself so he's half facing the Elf and his men, his posture still as straight as a ruler.]
Th- [Thank you; he finds almost welled up and out of him before he could put a stop to it. A sharp clear of his throat later enables Sephiroth to correct his statement.] That's probably for the best, things are very tight out there.
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A seeming beacon of all light and hope nestled within the perpetual darkness and gloom of the corrupted land it was set within.
However, Elf costumes aren't exactly standard protocol out towards the small encampment area that Sephiroth had been allocated. It's not much more than a few large tents, a larger deployment than he took along to Downopolis but this is a significantly larger problem.
A patrol of six, Sephiroth bringing up the rear, longingly looks over the Helper Elf before she announces herself. It took Sephiroth himself a triple-take to actually recognize hie fellow Hero of Light in all of her garb.]
Hold! [His tone clipped, practiced and with an edge often not heard outside of military life. The troupe near enough shock themselves into rigid attention as their Colonel proceeds forward to address the Elf waiting for them.
Privately, even in the gloom with most of his face being hidden by long bangs of hair, Sephiroth flashes a smile to Mary before turning himself to face the men again.]
At ease. [Most slump out of their sharp posture, though a few don't seem to be so keen in relaxing just yet. It's been a long day out on this side of the frontier. In the meantime Sephiroth turns himself so he's half facing the Elf and his men, his posture still as straight as a ruler.]
Th- [Thank you; he finds almost welled up and out of him before he could put a stop to it. A sharp clear of his throat later enables Sephiroth to correct his statement.] That's probably for the best, things are very tight out there.