sephiroth, “tol alien boy”, SOLDIER first class. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
supersoldier) wrote2019-07-10 03:06 pm
supersoldier) wrote2019-07-10 03:06 pm
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Uh...?
[ The once distance yet now sudden disruption is less like cutting through the tension in the air, and more like clouding everything in fog. Whatever Cloud's train of thought? It's immediately muddled by the sound of taiko drums, flutes and various hoots and hollers of a dancing troupe being traversing across the bridge. And it's very clear as to the jovial and mostly vulpine crew, that they were waving at the two militant men that found solace on the railing.
"You're the Moonblessed who felled that Hideula, aren't you?! Ahahah~!" ]
Wha, uhm...
[ There were many who'd gotten involved with that...mountainous roadblock. It wasn't just him. Regardless, Cloud doesn't have much time to react before one of the Amegaharan folk slip up beside the blond and usher him along to join them in this impromptu yet melodious parade. ]
H-Hey! Hold on— [ Welp. Too late. Because it seems that now Cloud's being coerced along to join the merry crew. And don't think that they've forgotten about the taller, silver-haired man too. Whether they'd convince him or not (he seems less easy to nudge than Cloud) was another story.
But what about the look that Cloud shoots back to Sephiroth that practically screams,
"halp"? ]
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And then the music happens.
Of course the jovial troupe would decide to descend upon them in this moment, traipsing across this bridge. How unceremoniously they’re both interrupted when smiling, vulpine faces laugh their way into their conversation, drums beating and music soaring in the air, entangling in the atmosphere. Sephiroth doesn’t even have time to feel agitated; they sweep up Cloud so quickly in their festive on-goings that suddenly the blond is ushered away, giving him a uselessly pitiful look.]
Wait-
[A word that falls on deaf ears, lost in the swirl of melody. The silver-haired SOLDIER might not be so easily swayed into a troupe’s dancing, erratic parade, but the natives do not intend to persuade him with words, much less ask him at all. The rest, laughing, come up from behind Sephiroth and two natives hook their arms against Sephiroth’s elbows, one on each side, and continue their merry march forward. He has no choice but to walk, else he wishes to be literally dragged along. (Though the difference at this point would be hilariously small.)
It wouldn’t be difficult for Sephiroth to detach himself from this inanity, but it’s a bit like being swept up in a storm, or a spell. At the tail end of the troupe, a cadre of crystalline foxes lope and yip, trailing the group happily. Moved by the enthusiasm of the natives and the warm bodies at his back, he feels a gentle tug at his… hair.
"Oh, your hair is so long! How do you keep it untangled? It this a trait of the Moonblessed?”
“Have you ever tried putting it in a braid? I wonder how long that would take you, ha!”
“Let me try! I can do it! Mom, let me braid his hair, I have some flowers we can put in it, too!”
The moment four sets of hands dive into long, silver locks, pleating it into sections to be loosely braided, a little girl giggling over the assortment of flowers she has in her basket, Sephiroth has momentarily, officially, absolutely, forgotten about Cloud. Have fun doing whatever the heck you’re doing up there, buddy, he has people pawing at him.
Why this.]
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[ The sight of his
oncesworn enemy being coerced along, arm in arm with two eccentric Amegaharan townsfolk? Consider his world flipped upside down, because he can't think of any time even in the past where anyone was capable of hauling the man along on such a wild ride. The environment, perhaps, played a part in this all. There's a lot of things Cloud himself wouldn't have considered himself doing; but this world, in the wake of a past calamity, has turned their entire lives on their heads.And it shows as one of the burlier members of the troupe starts tying a long bandanna around the blond's forehead. Long flowing tails of fabric trail down his back before he gets his hair ruffled.
"Ooh! I wouldn't have guessed those quills you call hair would be that soft! Heey, you're looking sharp with that on your head! Now we just need to get you on some taiko drums and--"
Gaia... Minerva? Whatever deity would listen?
Not you, Sephiroth.Just as he's ready to shut this all down and tell them that he's "not interested", the subtle glow in his sapphire eyes glances back over his shoulder to quite the marvel. His hair, being braided whilst flowers were slowly but surely being adorned upon his majestic mane. Of course he seems nonplussed.This is the stupidest thing that he's seen in a long time. And it's because of the man on the receiving end of it. ]
... .... .....
[ Yet... ]
No other way around it, huh?
[ He shrugs as dancers seem to take that as a sign that, yes, Cloud would be participating! The parade leads them past the bridge and through the streets below as the blond effectively finds himself marching and trying to keep up with the various children whose tails swish happily and curiously up at him. And with his face turned from the silver-haired SOLDIER, even Cloud was unaware of the very subtle curl of his lips that forms a smile.
It seems that they just wanted to bring the two along. There is a destination in mind, and it seems that whenever they reached this clearing, they'd be smack dab in the center of their culture, with front row seats to boot.
Maybe just for a little bit... ]
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It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been adulated by an audience in this way, but the proclaimed war hero has always stood an arm's length from it. Never really engaging even with his apparent “fan club” back on Gaia, just aware of its existence, and as long as he continued doing his job, Shinra did not expect a man like Sephiroth to be outgoing. Social. To be swept up in a parade like this, with people laughing at his side, ears filled with music, fingers in his hair and the scent of flowers catching in his nose—
It’s alien. Like everything else on this strange and surreal planet.
A soldier’s march is easy. But this is not ordinary march through the streets, and occasionally he thinks he can still spot a head of spiky blond hair in the distance, indicating that Cloud has not escaped this fate either. He takes a small amount of consolation in that.
It’s only by the time the parade slows down at their destination does Sephiroth finally catch up to Cloud. At this point, the whole length of his hair has been put into a loose braid, still impossibly long despite that, with crystalline-like flowers entwined the whole way through. No longer accosted by hair-braiding natives, the first thing he does is tug his hair over his shoulder so he can work on undoing the whole thing.
Not even looking at Cloud while he works at it, but his tone is so, so dry.]
I don’t see how it’s fair that you didn’t get a free hairdressing either.
[PROBABLY BECAUSE YOUR HAIR IS LIKE 5 FEET LONG SEPHIROTH…]
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Snrk— [ HE QUICKLY COVERS THAT UP WITH A FORCED COUGH. But in his head? Ohhh no. His lip is very stiff right now, breathing out so his cheeks didn't just start puffing up like an idiot. This wasn't supposed to be funny. Watching the Amegaharan troupe perform so jovially as good vibes flowed through him (not sure about Sephiroth, but,); he's side by side with a man he considers his enemy.
... He did. ]
Not as much to work with. [ Okay, he's good. Even if his cheeks might be turning a subtle shade of red. But to Sephiroth's dry protest, ] They put some pin in my hair at least.