[“Luka” sounds a bit like a nickname, and they’re not familiar enough for that, he decides.
At any rate, the humor piqued, it now slides back under the surface, leaving Sephiroth with his usual stolid demeanor. Drawn to the firelight and clanking of hammer on steel, the SOLDIER moves towards the door and closes the distance between himself and the one who must be Masoto.
Silent for a moment, he’s simply a representation of a tall silver-haired man in drenched leather... and then he speaks up.]
...Are you able to fix a broken sword?
[Yes, hi, straight to the point. This is a bit strange, all things considered.]
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[“Luka” sounds a bit like a nickname, and they’re not familiar enough for that, he decides.
At any rate, the humor piqued, it now slides back under the surface, leaving Sephiroth with his usual stolid demeanor. Drawn to the firelight and clanking of hammer on steel, the SOLDIER moves towards the door and closes the distance between himself and the one who must be Masoto.
Silent for a moment, he’s simply a representation of a tall silver-haired man in drenched leather... and then he speaks up.]
...Are you able to fix a broken sword?
[Yes, hi, straight to the point. This is a bit strange, all things considered.]