[[okay I’m so getting off Tumblr for the night. Everything replied to and posted. Kain and harmony I saw those posts and will deal with em later. Have a good night everyone.]]
Your egg has been moving around for quite some time now, but finally, the time for the little creature inside to emerge has come!
The bird poked its head out of the shell, peering at Angeal and peeping curiously. Is wriggled itself free of the egg and stretched it’s wigs, awkwardly flapping them s is attempting to fly already.
[tag wandereroftime, if you would. I really enjoyed reading everyone finding the eggs, so I’d like to see your reactions to what comes out. I hope you like your Pidgey
how hopes that its crest will one day be as sleek and stylish as Angeal’s hair:3]
Angeal looked to the small bird as it jumped around in the remains of it’s shell, seeing the world for the first time. Already it looked like a fierce warrior and the dark haired man smiled as he knelt down besides it. “Well hello there little one. Just what should I call you?” The bird cocked it’s head and let out a small chirp. “Hrm… how about Icarus?”
Wait. I just realized. If broadswords are stronger than regular swords, how does Sephiroth swing a 7 foot long katana at twice the speed of light at Cloud’s 150 pound Buster Sword which is a whole foot wide and 5 inches thick and 6 feet long and neither of their swords are broken in 100 pieces?
[[Cause video game physics. And the Buster Sword wouldn’t break so easily. Geal would be quite irate up in the Lifestream if it did. He was already irked about the damned rust.]]
You don’t have a phone?!
(Vincent is tired of your shit, Marlene.)
The snicker unsettled Angeal but for now he decided to ignore it, mind still somewhat in awe at the armor that now cloaked his body. Black and red ran up his frame, enveloping him like the SOLDIER armor never really had. When Zera equipped his armor, Angeal could only stare on in wonder once more, it was spectacular, war scarred but still well taken care of. He wouldn’t find a speck of dust on there no matter how hard he tried he was sure. Angeal complied as Zera handed him the charm. When the sword sprung out, the dark haired man was surprised to say the least. It was easily as long as the Buster Sword and probably about the same weight, but the designs were much more intricate than the flat steel he was used to fighting with. “Truly, thank you for this opportunity, I’ve never seen such craftsmanship, I’m completely in awe. Well, of course if you hadn’t quite guessed that by now.” he said with another slight blush on his face.
Zera laughed slightly and patted his shoulder, the strength and weight of the armor easily felt as it made his touch that much heavier. “It doesn’t surprise me, this world is vastly different from your own. Many things are going to come as a shock I am sure…just.. try not to look to much like a tourist.” He winked at Angeal and moved past him, a glow surrounding him for a moment and two identical swords appeared crossed on his back.
Just like the armor these were intricately detailed, a brilliant white glow coming from the weapons even resting upon his back, ray like streaks coming from the hilt of the weapon. “Ohh daddy is going serious, he’s got his infinity duals out.” Kyree moved up once more to stand next to Angeal, absently pushing her long hair out of her eyes. “Those are hero weapons, granted to the winners of the hero tournament. Daddy is actually a gods warrior, a rank given to a warrior who has won over seven hundred matches in a row.”
Zera chuckled turning back around a golden winged circlet appearing at on his forehead. “They did that because so many of us were winning all the time no one was bothering to compete.. You weren’t around when Seri could still compete as a Storm Screamer.. no one dared to even step foot onto the field with him.”
Kyree shivered and looked over to her mother seeing her shaking her head. “My little viper.”
Angeal listened to the praises that Kyree was giving her father. Lord of the land, a king in his own right and an amazing fighter on top of that. The dark haired man had to admit he felt a little bit beyond out classed. Over seven hundred battles without rest? Angeal couldn’t say that he was able to match that all. “Well to be honest its getting a little hard to not look like a tourist, though I shall try my best not to.” he said with a smile on his face.
The mans armor was just as intricately designed, if not more so than Angeal’s. Where the SOLDIERS armor was dark and red, Zera’s glimmered white and gold, a pale contrast to the darker colors the SOLDIER preferred to cover himself in. The gold circlet that rested on his brow seemed to fit perfectly. Angeal only smiled, however he had ended up here, the Goddess seemed to be acting kindly towards him, granting him the chance to interact with such different and captivating people.
Angeal watched carefully from his place on the wall. He’d seen some interesting dress patterns before but never something as… flamboyant as what the blonde youth was wearing. His red clothes and hat stuck out from the greys and browns of the common people and instantly the SOLDIER’s curiosity was piqued. For now though he would watch and see how the boy reacted, pushing off the wall, sure steps following the youth as they moved down the street.