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caughtinanetwork2013-07-09 09:35 pm
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New Moon, stop that.
[The golden retriever pulls away from the SFC camera, sparing you all prolonged exposure from a close up of a doggy nose. There's the sound of boots in the sand before Saix picks up the SFC and starts to clean it with a sigh. From what can be seen, he's somewhere on the island, the night sky stretched out above him. Settled in the sand is also a telescope, and some papers and books set up on a nearby rock.]
[Soon enough, he realizes that the SFC is on. Oh well. He might as well put it to good use- he had been wondering something tonight. Maybe someone in Vatheon could be useful.]
[When he speaks, he actually sounds fairly relaxed and calm instead of stoic, rigid, or just plain... well, douchebaggy.]
Is there anyone who knows anything about astronomy, or anything to do with the night sky? I'm simply curious.
[None of the Organization were really people he could have a conversation with about his element, and he's in a 'good' mood tonight. His gaze shifts away from the SFC until he's looking up into the sky.]
It's waxing crescent tonight...
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[Anyone up on the island tonight has a chance of running into Saix, who's found a nice spot on the beach. His black coat and gloves are folded off to the side, leaving him in a simple tank top and his pants as he looks through the telescope. If someone approaches, he'll look up and give a slight nod of recognition while his dog simply lays by the rocks, tail wagging.]
[The golden retriever pulls away from the SFC camera, sparing you all prolonged exposure from a close up of a doggy nose. There's the sound of boots in the sand before Saix picks up the SFC and starts to clean it with a sigh. From what can be seen, he's somewhere on the island, the night sky stretched out above him. Settled in the sand is also a telescope, and some papers and books set up on a nearby rock.]
[Soon enough, he realizes that the SFC is on. Oh well. He might as well put it to good use- he had been wondering something tonight. Maybe someone in Vatheon could be useful.]
[When he speaks, he actually sounds fairly relaxed and calm instead of stoic, rigid, or just plain... well, douchebaggy.]
Is there anyone who knows anything about astronomy, or anything to do with the night sky? I'm simply curious.
[None of the Organization were really people he could have a conversation with about his element, and he's in a 'good' mood tonight. His gaze shifts away from the SFC until he's looking up into the sky.]
It's waxing crescent tonight...
[Action]
[Anyone up on the island tonight has a chance of running into Saix, who's found a nice spot on the beach. His black coat and gloves are folded off to the side, leaving him in a simple tank top and his pants as he looks through the telescope. If someone approaches, he'll look up and give a slight nod of recognition while his dog simply lays by the rocks, tail wagging.]
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[Because who knows if this world has the same solar system as his own world. It all looks the same as far as the constellations go to him.]
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[Whoops, got an astronomy snob over here.]
Having stars and a moon does not make two different skies the same. That's over simplifying things.
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[Then light frown.]
It's not polite to mutter like that, Mister Saix.
[y e p, he's heard alllllllll about you c: He has ~connections~]
hisses at html forever
How do you know my name?
whoops
[hint: a little keyblade wielder told him, but not the ones that he'd probably think of first.]
it betrays us both
[It's just blue, it's not like it defies gravity like Axel or Sora's does, jeez.]
alas, cruel html
[Axel's hair still throws him for a loop. It's just so red.]
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It's rude to use my name when I don't have yours.
[Not that he really cares about manners, but still.]
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Ah, my apologies. My name is Solf J. Kimblee.
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[Because up until last week, he'd nearly lost his mind for lack of any real purpose or objective.]
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