[As always, during particularly big events that are clotted with crowds of people, Sephiroth has been delegated to guard work. He doesn’t mind it terribly, of course—he doesn’t mind his job at all, accustomed to it as he is—but today is particularly interesting. Some of the “wagons” on display are technical marvels, barely fitting the definition of something so simple, crafted with the same kind of mechanical ingenuity one might see at Shinra — though certainly with less whimsical flair.
He stands with his arms crossed, but below him is a… well, some kind of mammalian humanoid, inspecting every bolt and cog of the wagon before him, and hovering over the engine with what he can only assume is professional interest.
Sephiroth speaks stolidly, though he always does. The fact that he’s bothering to strike up conversation means he’s in an amiable enough mood.]
Would you? How, exactly?
[He gestures with a gloved hand to the side of the wagon.]
My old employer… would probably install at least several more weapons on each side.
free cities, wagons
He stands with his arms crossed, but below him is a… well, some kind of mammalian humanoid, inspecting every bolt and cog of the wagon before him, and hovering over the engine with what he can only assume is professional interest.
Sephiroth speaks stolidly, though he always does. The fact that he’s bothering to strike up conversation means he’s in an amiable enough mood.]
Would you? How, exactly?
[He gestures with a gloved hand to the side of the wagon.]
My old employer… would probably install at least several more weapons on each side.