[ For the first time in what feels like years Roche had started to feel overwhelmed in the inn after the fiasco with the big nasty vine beast. He was an extrovert if there ever was one but there was a limit to what he and his already-sensitive, uh, senses could bear after being beaten up by an oversized plant monster and hearing a party erupt on the floor below while trying to recover.
Especially when said party seemed to persist for days.
He'd sucked it up for the first one and a half, then took to a nearby farm to try and get away from it there. Surely horses would've been better company, but... No. He could still hear it even surrounded by animals which really only left one halfway decent option. Was it a good plan considering what had just happened within and the rumors of a strange, phantom child? Probably not, but it had to have been better than the constant hootin'-n-hollerin'.
It actually was too, at least for awhile. He'd left his borrowed horse hitched to a tree just outside the outskirts while he took his little stroll through the decayed wood with the moon high in the sky, and everything was finally starting to get back to normal in his head. No excessive noise, no overbearing scent of weak booze... Just Roche on his lonesome and the inky black sky full of stars that he'd never see in Midgar. He never thought he'd imagine enjoying the peace and quiet until now, but you know what? It's... pretty nice. He's content and relaxed.
Until something shifts in the air behind him and a voice yanks him from his thoughts. Pivoting on his heel Roche reaches for the sword on his back, eyes damn near glowing under the low light of the moon thanks to the mako in his veins. He hadn't even heard— It's just another person. Okay. Good. Slowly the hand poised to wrap around the hilt lowers, and with it Roche's posture relaxes. ]
I'd say sneaking up on an armed man isn't the safest thing to do in the woods either, stranger.
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Especially when said party seemed to persist for days.
He'd sucked it up for the first one and a half, then took to a nearby farm to try and get away from it there. Surely horses would've been better company, but... No. He could still hear it even surrounded by animals which really only left one halfway decent option. Was it a good plan considering what had just happened within and the rumors of a strange, phantom child? Probably not, but it had to have been better than the constant hootin'-n-hollerin'.
It actually was too, at least for awhile. He'd left his borrowed horse hitched to a tree just outside the outskirts while he took his little stroll through the decayed wood with the moon high in the sky, and everything was finally starting to get back to normal in his head. No excessive noise, no overbearing scent of weak booze... Just Roche on his lonesome and the inky black sky full of stars that he'd never see in Midgar. He never thought he'd imagine enjoying the peace and quiet until now, but you know what? It's... pretty nice. He's content and relaxed.
Until something shifts in the air behind him and a voice yanks him from his thoughts. Pivoting on his heel Roche reaches for the sword on his back, eyes damn near glowing under the low light of the moon thanks to the mako in his veins. He hadn't even heard— It's just another person. Okay. Good. Slowly the hand poised to wrap around the hilt lowers, and with it Roche's posture relaxes. ]
I'd say sneaking up on an armed man isn't the safest thing to do in the woods either, stranger.
[ Where the hells did he come from? ]