[It's anyone's guess how Sephiroth's troops feel about having Lust hang around even after he'd helped her to dispatch a Calamity Gargoyle. Some feel uneasy around her. Some could smile and stare at her all day.]
[She hasn't bothered to offer any explanation as to why she's still there, bloodying her weapons and her hands as she throws herself into each fight with such ruthless efficiency. Lust isn't reckless by any means, but she certainly doesn't hesitate an instant for the sake of self-preservation. Some habits die hard, apparently.]
[As vicious and deadly as she is, Lust is still mortal in this world, and she does need rest and food. At least slaying monsters tends to leave one with no shortage of gil, so she can afford both in the nearly besieged town. She keeps to herself in the common room, not engaging in conversation, but certainly listening to what people say around her. It doesn't yield much information she doesn't already know, but again, it's a habit that's never really left her.]
[Her plate is empty, and she sits with her legs crossed, one hand cupping her lovely face as her gaze strays to the window. It's there that she sees Sephiroth's reflection. That one, at least, is enough to rouse her interest. They haven't talked much at all, so when she turns her head to regard him with a slightly raised brow, the invitation to 'talk' is silently extended. Whether either of them has anything worthwhile to say...]
Balicea
[She hasn't bothered to offer any explanation as to why she's still there, bloodying her weapons and her hands as she throws herself into each fight with such ruthless efficiency. Lust isn't reckless by any means, but she certainly doesn't hesitate an instant for the sake of self-preservation. Some habits die hard, apparently.]
[As vicious and deadly as she is, Lust is still mortal in this world, and she does need rest and food. At least slaying monsters tends to leave one with no shortage of gil, so she can afford both in the nearly besieged town. She keeps to herself in the common room, not engaging in conversation, but certainly listening to what people say around her. It doesn't yield much information she doesn't already know, but again, it's a habit that's never really left her.]
[Her plate is empty, and she sits with her legs crossed, one hand cupping her lovely face as her gaze strays to the window. It's there that she sees Sephiroth's reflection. That one, at least, is enough to rouse her interest. They haven't talked much at all, so when she turns her head to regard him with a slightly raised brow, the invitation to 'talk' is silently extended. Whether either of them has anything worthwhile to say...]