They'd been invited, and so he went. Sephiroth had been okay more or less with this whole party thing right up until he actually got there and the towering trees gve way to a clearing with huts and flowers and hundreds of fae. It's noisy, it's chaotic, and he's never in his life been around anything like it. It's too much.
The only thing that keeps him there is the certainty that immediately leaving would be offensive, and that would be nebulously Bad. For a while he simply stands where he is slightly off to one side, the rolled up list of Rules clenched in one hand like it's a lifeline, a wreath of blue and white flowers perched on his hair, expression blank. And then he moves off to one side, to settle at the base of one of those massive trees and do nothing at all but watch for a while. Sooner or later the maddening scent of waiting food will force him to his feet again but for now time is going to be spent coming to terms with the overwhelming number of beings here, and the general almost-organized sprawl.
He doesn't make the most approachable figure, solidly black clad from throat to toe, even wearing gloves, and lurking in the shadow of the tree instead of joining in on the cheerful mayhem. But maybe he just needs some encouragement!
[Food]
There's games! Fun! Music!
... Sephiroth's relocated again after venturing into the festival just long enough to acquire what passed for a plate and put on it anything he thought he recognized, almost all some form of meat.
This is his third such 'plate'. The amount of food a teenage boy can put away is nothing short of staggering, and he's been patiently doing his best. It is if nothing else, distracting. But at this point he's tenatively ventured into trying new things, one of which is what looks awfully like small, blue sausages studded with tiny points of faintly blue light stuck to the end of a stick.
It smells like cinnamon. He hasn't gotten the courage just yet to try that one but he's definitely planning to by the way he's eyeing it.
He's got more than one. Want to give it a try too?
[Battleship]
Playing Battleship with the faeries?
He's watching.
Every guess, right or wrong, every minor curse, every triumph. He's just standing there, utterly silent, in the company of a lone pixie that a month before had been a regular instigator of minor games and pranks against him and his poor katana.
He doesn't interrupt, but it may well get uncomfortable just having him stand there and watch every. Single. Move other players make.
[And Away We Go]
He tolerates the noise and chaos as long as he can but sooner or later, the boy goes missing.
The quiet serenity of the forest is its own siren's call. Yes, there's a paper that says don't leave on it, stuffed into a pocket. Stay in the designated areas. Stay safe, stay alert. The designated areas are like sandpaper on raw nerves, too overwhelming to remain nearby, and so he walks until he only hears animals and birdsong and the hum of late-season bugs. The true depths of the forest are a long distance away yet, but for the first time in perhaps hours, he finally feels like he can enjoy the peace and quiet of this place. Watch the trees, study the occasional flower or mushroom.
How long it'll remain peaceful and quiet remains to be seen.
Smaller Sephiroth - OTA
They'd been invited, and so he went. Sephiroth had been okay more or less with this whole party thing right up until he actually got there and the towering trees gve way to a clearing with huts and flowers and hundreds of fae. It's noisy, it's chaotic, and he's never in his life been around anything like it. It's too much.
The only thing that keeps him there is the certainty that immediately leaving would be offensive, and that would be nebulously Bad. For a while he simply stands where he is slightly off to one side, the rolled up list of Rules clenched in one hand like it's a lifeline, a wreath of blue and white flowers perched on his hair, expression blank. And then he moves off to one side, to settle at the base of one of those massive trees and do nothing at all but watch for a while. Sooner or later the maddening scent of waiting food will force him to his feet again but for now time is going to be spent coming to terms with the overwhelming number of beings here, and the general almost-organized sprawl.
He doesn't make the most approachable figure, solidly black clad from throat to toe, even wearing gloves, and lurking in the shadow of the tree instead of joining in on the cheerful mayhem. But maybe he just needs some encouragement!
[Food]
There's games! Fun! Music!
... Sephiroth's relocated again after venturing into the festival just long enough to acquire what passed for a plate and put on it anything he thought he recognized, almost all some form of meat.
This is his third such 'plate'. The amount of food a teenage boy can put away is nothing short of staggering, and he's been patiently doing his best. It is if nothing else, distracting. But at this point he's tenatively ventured into trying new things, one of which is what looks awfully like small, blue sausages studded with tiny points of faintly blue light stuck to the end of a stick.
It smells like cinnamon. He hasn't gotten the courage just yet to try that one but he's definitely planning to by the way he's eyeing it.
He's got more than one. Want to give it a try too?
[Battleship]
Playing Battleship with the faeries?
He's watching.
Every guess, right or wrong, every minor curse, every triumph. He's just standing there, utterly silent, in the company of a lone pixie that a month before had been a regular instigator of minor games and pranks against him and his poor katana.
He doesn't interrupt, but it may well get uncomfortable just having him stand there and watch every. Single. Move other players make.
[And Away We Go]
He tolerates the noise and chaos as long as he can but sooner or later, the boy goes missing.
The quiet serenity of the forest is its own siren's call. Yes, there's a paper that says don't leave on it, stuffed into a pocket. Stay in the designated areas. Stay safe, stay alert. The designated areas are like sandpaper on raw nerves, too overwhelming to remain nearby, and so he walks until he only hears animals and birdsong and the hum of late-season bugs. The true depths of the forest are a long distance away yet, but for the first time in perhaps hours, he finally feels like he can enjoy the peace and quiet of this place. Watch the trees, study the occasional flower or mushroom.
How long it'll remain peaceful and quiet remains to be seen.