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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2018 16:14:47 GMT -5
I WILL WALK MY OWN PATH. IT'S NOW OR NEVER. It had been three months since Alexius woke up in this place. At first, he'd had no idea what to do about anything. His training as a SeeD was almost completely useless, as his new 'home' was far too peaceful to require any kind of standing military force. Needless to say..it threw him for a bit of a loop. Still, he had done his best to try and adjust. After all, some force had brought him here. There had to be a reason why. He already knew he wasn't in a coma or dreaming or anything like that. The scar on his left hand from the time he stabbed himself to make sure of it had already been enough proof. Regardless, today seemed to be shaping up as another boring day. And yet..Alexius still refused to walk around Twilight Town without two things. His Sun Sword, and the gauntlet that was covering his right hand. No matter what anyone said, he wasn't going to just get rid of them. It wasn't that he didn't feel safe or anything. On the contrary, he knew that he was one of the very few people that could feasibly handle himself if things went south here. The reason he kept them on his person was because he had spent the past five years with these weapons constantly by his side. He had grown used to it. And over time, so did most people that he saw on a daily basis. That was the very reason why he was able to walk through Tram Common, following the path of the slow moving Tram as he looked around. "Why was I sent here..?" He asked, muttering under his breath as he stepped off of the darker brick path of the tram, only to lean against one of the buildings and sigh a bit, staring at that eternally dusky sky. This place was so different than Archipelago. So when and how did this place start feeling like home to him..? MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2018 16:04:19 GMT -5
“Heya,”
A small figure topped by an unruly mass of sandy blond hair coxed his head to briefly follow the older boy’s skyward gaze, as if checking for astrological significance. Roxas’ brief life had been one with a distinct over-profusion of taller types openly touting tools of dismemberment, and thus the lacerating length of steel the stranger carried hadn’t proved the Darwinian deterrent it might’ve. Twilight Town was a placid enough place, languishing in an unhurried bustle beneath auric evening haze, that perhaps the weapon had elicited more general confusion then alarm.
Roxas for his part, had greeted various post-Struggle rumors about a heavily armed newcomer with the shrugs and prostrations of ignorance. His home was a liminal world, a moment crystalized in amber upon the razor edge between Light and Darkness. Strangers from other worlds normally just passed as ripples, their peculiarities percolating merely as more Twilight Town ‘wonders’ before being subsequently forgotten. There was a subtle rhythm to the transience amidst seaside serenity, one Roxas took great pains not to disrupt.
But the stranger sporting gauntlet and cleaver had stuck around. On whim born of a empty evening, Roxas had crossed the square to attend to the inevitable, and see what variety of weal or woe had plopped into his tiny patch of the multiverse.
“Seen you around some, but don’t think we’ve met yet,” a hand slid from a beige cargo pant’s pocket to offer itself in greeting.
“I’m Roxas.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2018 20:28:18 GMT -5
Unfamiliar places were quickly becoming a normal thing for the creature, who walked upon two legs and appeared to be human...except for the fact that said human had cat like ears and a tail and wore an outfit unlike any other in the place. While its look certainly got many eyes drawn to it, this creature did not particularly care as it made itself right at home and took to wandering the streets seeing what it could find in this town.
It had been here three days now sometimes appearing as a cat and at other times taking on the more human form it had now. Sometimes it flipped and flopped between the forms just to cause an uproar in the otherwise to quiet town. It was quite amusing watching the people jump back startled every time the cat did this, but after a while it became a bore so the cat had started to do something else with its time, like make himself appear and disappear on whim around a certain area of town causing the rumor of a ghost cat thing...yes they were that creative with the title...Anyway a ghost cat thing haunting the place at night. The cat had certainly gotten the townfolks checking around every nook and crany at night, but no one had been able to catch the cat yet and to make matters even more hard for them, the cat kept shifting forms or wearing things so no one got a true look at him making the game that much more interesting. Thus when the creature did walk around right under their noses no one knew that it was the problem to begin with.
Humans and how slow they could be. It was amusing really, but something that was not going to keep the cat entertained right now. The creature needed something more to do, so it wandered until it saw in the distance something that caught its eye. And what is that you may ask? Why it was a very familiar tuff of blonde hair that the cat hadn't seen in ages. Well then, it was time to play wasn't it?
With a mischievous grin on its lips, the humanoid cat would vanish from its spot and travel over to where the blonde was staying invisible and quiet as it watched the blonde speak to another that was there. It was right when the other reached out his hand that the cat made itself known.
"And yet some of us have met and some of us have not. How nice to see familiar and yet not so familiar faces in a place like this," a voice would purr from out of no where as a pink and purple striped tail came out down from the air above to settle in the blonde's out stretched hand; however, there would be no body. Just a tail and a disembodied voice for now.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2018 15:14:49 GMT -5
I WILL WALK MY OWN PATH. IT'S NOW OR NEVER. FOR a good few minutes, Alexius was staring up at the sky, contemplating everything that had been going on. It wasn't often that he thought so heavily about things like this. He tended to be less about the darker side of things, and more optimistic. But sometimes he couldn't help it. He was worried about his family. Luckily for Alexius, he wouldn't be allowed to focus on the negative for very long, as a voice actually broke his concentration.
"Hm?" He asked as his gaze slid downwards. Oh. It was one of the locals. He claimed to have seen him around some, but never actually met him. "Heh..yeah. Something tells me that we'd each be pretty memorable to the other, given how you've dressed to gather a bit more attention than most people here do. At any rate, im Alexius. It's nice to meet you Roxas."
He said before starting to extend his hand outward..only for a tail to appear in Roxas's hand, along with a disembodied voice echoing out of nowhere. For the first time in months, Alexius's instincts as a SeeD flared to life. However, it was only when the voice spoke in that sort of cryptic, yet obviously harmless way that he was able to calm down. "Well. And here I thought nothing else in this town could actually use magic." He said as he actually stood up straight, looking around the immediate area.
He'd never encountered magic like this, but that's very obviously what it was. Admittedly, he could still feel the fingers of his left hand twitch a bit. His training was hard to actually snuff out fully. But he was doing a remarkably good job keeping it to a minimum. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2018 19:11:29 GMT -5
The voice and sudden sensation of fuzz in his fingers managed to get Roxas to almost leave his skin behind, eliciting a surprised fidget and …perhaps not quite so manly…yelp.
Alexius, he of claymores and fashion input, had tensed in way that sent alarm bells ringing in Roxas’ head. It was brief and he reined it in pretty quick, but Alexius had been battle ready in the span of a second. While he supposed it wasn’t surprising in retrospect that a guy hefting around a sword had the training to use it, it was one more threat blaring red in his brain while Roxas tried to figure out what the hell was going on.
Roxas breathed slowly as he worked through it, trying to fight off the reflexes of his own militant upbringing. Normally Roxas was the first to let loose when things got hairy, but this place was his home, or the closest he’d ever get to it. There was nowhere else. He couldn’t afford to screw up here. Thus was Roxas’ mantra as his brain caught up with the adrenaline.
Blond brows furrowed together into a scowl as Roxas glanced around the wide plaza of the Tram Commons. Market Street began or ended here, depending on your point of view, corner stores and tiny strip malls sweeping down from the Height’s hill to hedge in the sleepy circumference of the tram-line. Shoppers and commuters milled and thronged around apparel outlets and cafes, but gave didn’t give the two boys more then an errant glance. Roxas scoured the crowded, but didn’t find any of the ‘usual suspects.’
“Someone’s trying to prank us with the Ghost Cat,” declared Roxas sullenly, a crimson flush coloring his checks and neck. He threw the offending tail down towards the cobblestones. “You’re not funny,” he groused to the empty air. “Cut it out! …Vivi if that’s you I swear ….”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2018 21:22:38 GMT -5
"Well, well aren't we all very excitable today?" That disembodied voice would say as the two boys below reacted in all too interesting ways. One went into attack mode and the other got rather tense himself before becoming all so angry with the situation.
"Prank you say?" There was a chuckle. "Maybe it is a prank or maybe the Ghost Cat is real. Just as magic may be fake instead of real. Natural talent, you see, can also be seen as magic." The voice would continue as the tail fell to the ground with the throw bouncing and wiggling before standing up right and bouncing around on its own before vanishing and reappearing on the blonde with the twitching hands shoulder and then on the other shoulder a head of purple head of fur and smiling fangs would appear, but no body. Anyone familiar with the face would know exactly who this creature was.
"There is no Vivi here or there. Just a ghost that is cat. A cat that is not a ghost who knows and doesn't know you two." The cat would say as it eyes shifted mischievously between the pair as it remained in its spot or rather spots on the boy named Alexius, the tail shifting on its own a bit as the cat head watched.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2018 12:57:31 GMT -5
I WILL WALK MY OWN PATH. IT'S NOW OR NEVER. FOR Alexius, this type of trick wasn't anything new. There were many monsters back in Archipelago that were capable of splitting themselves, and even more that were capable of invisibility. So it wasn't much of a surprise that there were beings out there capable of both things. However, it wasn't until he watched Roxas's variety of reactions that Alexius chuckled, his little tic of twitching fingers going away.
"That might be the case. But I've found that there's always at least a bit of truth in rumors like that." He said, mere moments before this creature finally spoke up. This time it was in his ear. But he could tell by now that this wasn't going to lead to anything harmful. As such, he was surprisingly calm about this cat head just appearing out of thin air, along with human like hands appearing on his shoulders. With a surprisingly calm motion, he moved to brush the head off of his shoulder.
"Honestly cat, I don't really care what is or isn't here." He said as he rolled his shoulders a bit. "All that matters is that there's actually something here that's less average, and can do similar tricks to myself." He said as he raised his gauntleted hand, sparks dancing over the gauntlet and jumping between his fingers strongly.
Of course, after a moment, he dropped his hand, sighing softly as he rubbed the back of his neck with his ungauntleted hand. "Though, given how today's been turning out, I guess just hanging around on my own isn't going to be an option."
He said with a chuckle as he glanced at Roxas, and then at the various parts of the ghost cat that was around the both of them. "So. What should we do about this cat over here?" He asked, his focus shifting fully to Roxas now. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2018 0:35:19 GMT -5
Alexius looked a few years older then Roxas, though that estimate was kina fraught for unrelated reasons. He was wiry and long of limbs without being ungainly. Yet, there was an edge to that litheness, like something seen in a lightning flash that seemed to linger in the vision long after the bolt faded. It was in the wake of that momentary revelation that Roxas scrutinized that heart-shaped face, thin line of a mouth, and subdued nose set at the median of eyes the hue of the sky before a storm. Flaxen bangs submerged his ears and forehead in errand strands. Alexius took the evolving cat problem in stride, cool as a cumber as he swatted at limbs protruding from spatial incoherence.
Blasé existential disinterest at their bizarre interlocutor’s equivocal query was followed by a confirmation what Roxas had already begun to suspect. The blue-white blaze and frayed ozone smell of fulgurkinesis proved Alexius to be a magical practitioner. Though the mercurial mage soon dispelled the fulmination, Roxas frowned and warily surveyed the very non-electricity and phantom limb proofed citizenry. No one had quite noticed yet, or at least thought it all a trick of the light.
Sparks and Creepy Cat here were becoming a liability real fast.
Roxas met Alexius’ gaze and pondered the apropos question. “D’know,” there came nervous flick of the eyes across the Commons. “Let’s take this somewhere less crowded first.” A sigh and bite of the lip followed Roxas’s thought process. Alexius was right, they needed to deal with this, but it needed to be somewhere out of sight of passerby, or out of range of whoever was taking them both for a ride. “Hey, Ghost Cat,” ugh he felt like a dupe talking to this thing directly. “We’re heading and not heading to the Wood’s tunnel, please don't freak out people on the way.” With a motion to follow, Roxas began a westward trek across the plaza.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2018 19:26:20 GMT -5
The Cat would chuckle amused with the sharpness of this one and also his calmness in the face of oddness. And would you look at that! He even had the gall to brush the cat off. Oh, this was delightful indeed! More delightful when the spikey haired blonde so familiar to the Cat began swatting at things that were not there. Or perhaps they were there. After all, just because one cannot see things does not mean it is not there. The Cat was an expert on this subject after all. One could trust the Cat on this.
In any case, the head would go with the brush falling to the ground and rolling about as the tail decided it was going to make a turban upon said head. Bouncing around as if it was oh so normal to have a bouncing head without a body around, the head would observe the display of power from the blonde with the gauntlet unafraid as its eyes narrowed in delight.
“Unordinary we are indeed,” the Cat would begin with a grin before that grin disappeared into a mock frown. “And yet your power, while fancy, is not natural talent like mine, but this should be no problem for you don’t care! And neither do I! Mad, don’t you think, how we are so not similar that we appear to be similar no?”
The head would disappear along with the tail as the other spoke of being hanging out alone and questioned what to do with it, but the fangy grin would remained floating into the air as the cat spoke. “Everyone believes themselves to be alone, but in reality no one is ever alone,” the mouth would say before disappearing.
A short while later the Cat would appear fully, its sleek purple striped body resting easily on the one called Roxas’s ahead as the Cat got comfortable and folded its paws under its chin as if it were a person. “Though it does feel lonely when one forgets you and even more so when one commands you to be boring,” the Cat would say rolling its eyes at Roxas’s comments before grinning again and looking down at the blonde with an almost malicious grin. “Is a hat as fabulous as I something that should be hidden?” The Cat would chuckle. “I think not and yet you run to hide. Such sneaky, sneaky children. And you worry about little old me causing a scene!” the cat would finish with a purr seeming to take delight in the situation and fortunately or perhaps unfortunately for the pair it was with, the Cat didn’t seem like it was leaving any time soon.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2018 16:09:40 GMT -5
I WILL WALK MY OWN PATH. IT'S NOW OR NEVER. ROXAS had a pretty solid idea. Alexius hadn't exactly gone around showing off his magic to anyone and everyone, given how it didn't seem to be part of the natural order of things around here. However, when the cat disappeared and then fully reappeared on Roxas's head, Alexius knew that they were both in for a pretty long day. Still, he nodded in agreement when Roxas said they should go to the forest tunnel. He'd seen that place once or twice.
Never had actually gone through it though. In his experience, forests were places where monsters jumped out and tried to devour any unwary passersby. Still, Alexius shrugged and pushed off of the wall, idly waving to anyone that he caught gazing at him out of the corners of his eyes. He didn't exactly have a place to put his weapons.
There weren't really many empty houses here. For all intents and purposes, Alexius was homeless. Still, he knew that he looked strange, toting around a massive sword when the closest thing most people had to weapons around here were those strange, padded bats. However, he was keeping a surprisingly quick pace, never more than a few steps behind Roxas and this ghost cat. However, while he had mostly been walking in silence, a couple of questions suddenly popped into his head.
"So..tell me Cat, do you have a name?" He asked, glancing up towards the pink and purple striped creature on Roxas's head. Once he got that answer, his gaze shifted to Roxas. "So..is there any story as to why there's a massive hole in the concrete surrounding the town? And why it leads into a forest, of all things?"
He asked, shoving his hands into the overly large pockets of his jeans. They were both really simple questions, but they had been things he was wondering. Sure, he had seen stranger things back home. But this was a whole new world.
Sure, he had gotten used to the area he was in. But it was still strange to him. There wasn't exactly a ton of out of the ordinary things here. Sure, rumors persisted. But every single one he had looked into out of boredom and a need to have something to do while he waited for some kind of place to stay to appear always turned out to just be urban legends.
And if they weren't just urban legends, they were mundane mistakes like someone miscounting the steps in Sunset Terrace's train station. This cat however? It was different. It was the first real sign that there was more out there than his home and this weird eternally twilit world. Once they got to the forest, he'd be asking more questions. For now though, he traveled with Roxas and this strange cat in relative silence.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2018 5:52:04 GMT -5
Blue eyes rose up to where surprisingly soft periwinkle fluff had appeared just within the upper horizon of his vision. The ‘unordinary’ cat had already proved protests to be futile. Likewise, while Roxas was naturally filled with curious dread at the ‘forgets’ comment, estimating that was probably aimed at him, it definitely wasn’t a conversation he’d prefer to have in front of Alexius.
“Town council won’t talk bout it,” Roxas said to the swordsman’s first question, stepping in unusually precise rolls of heel to toe in order to avoid jostling his feline fedora. “Maybe somebody didn’t put on the emergency break while dropping off cargo on Market Street.” The standard explanation Roxas faithfully repeated was attractive in its mundanity. Yet, a glance back up the zig-zag meandering of Market and the distance they were currently traversing across the Commons soon revealed myriad unresolved issues of angles and dynamics. “Might have somethin’ to do with the abandoned mansion in the woods,” Roxas continued, affecting a playful horror flick pattern of vocal emphasis, as he stepping over the residual lower bricks. Guess one benefit of only hitting five foot three on his tip-toes was being able to walk through the tunnel upright without risk of clotheslining the dialectically inclined cat.
The sounding bricks of formed an erratic channel of varying browns. Moisture from exposed pipework dribbled through cracks in the mortar. Creeping ivy snaked along the blocky broken coutures. The weight of sneakered footsteps squished and sunk into the carpet of mosses thriving in the damp dark. “Some people complain the hole lets in Dusks,” said the Nobody with coy irony, voice slightly muffled by the enclosure. Traces of teenage transgressions lay among the shadowed verdure, broken beer bottles and other relics of furtive adventurism that perhaps concerned the parents of Twilight Town more then bogeymen.
The trio emerged into aboral shade. Evening filtered down through the canopy in rays of emerald tinged amber. Hushed pillars of deciduous trunks tricked the eye with illusions of depth and order, the fruitless struggle of the mind to impose order on organic happenstance.
“So,” Roxas’ cleave towards the chase didn’t slow his steps. “What Worlds are you guys from?”
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I WILL WALK MY OWN PATH. IT'S NOW OR NEVER. MOST people would have just gone with the explanation that Roxas offered up. It was a comfortingly mundane answer, really. However, Alexius had been paying attention to the route that Roxas was leading him down. There was too much that didn't make sense. Firstly, he could easily outrun the tram. Secondly..the whole area was winding and meandering. The track didn't even come close to the hole in the wall.
On top of that..the residual concrete and bricks..they seemed to be facing..outward. they were in the tunnel, and there was a cloud of dust that puffed up around their feet before they even walked into the tunnel. Unfortunately for Alexius, he had to actually duck down a bit. He wasn't exceedingly tall, but he was trying not to get too much gunk on himself. He was able to keep mostly clean by utilizing the more wind based aspects of his magic to gather up water. But if gunk got in his hair, he wouldn't be able to do much to clean that out.
However, something Roxas had said actually caught Alexius's attention. He mentioned the term dusk..but in a way that made it seem like it was something that bothered the townsfolk. He'd never heard the term used in such a way. So before Roxas could even ask his question, Alexius spoke up with one of his own. "Wait, what's a Dusk?" He asked as he finally stood up straight once they exited the tunnel, the ghost cat having seemingly gotten bored with them, as the purple and pink fuzzball was nowhere to be seen now. The answer to where he was from could be easily sidestepped. For now, he had a question that he wanted the answer to. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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"Story goes that when a person loses their loses Heart, they lose themselves."
Sycamores swished in hushed sways, breeze stirring shade-blackened leaves as if by the caress of an unseen hand. The forest canopy was rotted cave, riven with bright fissures through whispering boughs. Soft sunlight steamed down in a sepia haze that stained the tree’s chestnut bark to something fondly faded, the weary breath of an ever-dying heaven. Grass, long and verdant in a land bereft of winter, protested in crisp slithering stalks beneath the pair’s shoes. Though the winds stirred the entire forest in low susurrate sound, there seemed an absence that gnawed at unconscious instinct. All the animals, bold birdsong, and small scurrying things in the brush, had gone absolutely silent.
“Still alive,” Roxas continued, subdued tenor playing duet to the whisk of fluttering leaves, “but they can’t feel.” Bitterness blunted the last syllable. “Most bodies lose their shape, go insane from the numbness,” sneakers raised huffs of sun-brightened dust on the footpath, “become a Dusk.” The boy reached down to rough yank away a handful of long grass encroaching upon the unkempt path. For a time it seemed the tale was over. The shorn green strands soughed discordantly in the young man’s hands as he absently rubbed the together. This importune music accompanying their woodland hike was unpleasantly sporadic, dips into steady timbre suddenly broken by a uptick in frenetic motion, like the spastic swaying of silver skinned folk tales. The tune ceased just suddenly as it began, gloaming glow from above easing the pinnacles of clenched whitened knuckles. Yet, the unmelodious whisper still seemed to linger in the air, shivering through this vaulted garden of shadows.
“They’re deformed,” Roxas resumed without warning, “twist around like paper in the wind.” The boys fist opened, freeing grass to flutter on the wind back towards and above his companion. Yet the grass clumps the breeze caught were lifeless, sandy brown to point of being almost grey, as if parched by a desert sun. “But others look like people,” came the soft warning. Wavy flaxen hair seemed to spin into molten gold as they passed under a sunny gap in the forest roof. “Can talk to you just like I am now,” noted the changeling whose unnatural presence the fauna had fled. “But they aren’t,” the insistence was sharply stated, loathings keen edge poised inward. “They’re Nobody."
Warning mingled with an air of religious rote, an echo of nihilistic vespers spoken in selenic solemnity.
“All they want is a Heart,” Roxas gripped the front of his shirt, crumpling the cloth beneath which half of Sora’s Heart beat. “They’ll rip one out if they have to.”
Roxas looked back at Alexius, with an coy cock of the head. “So,” the easy smirking grin said the spooky joke over, but violently vivid blue eyes said the lie went deeper. “You got any good ghost stories?”
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I WILL WALK MY OWN PATH. IT'S NOW OR NEVER. ALL of a sudden, the tone of this conversation had shifted immensely. However, something strange was what he opened the story with. Heart. But the way he was talking about it made it sound more like the soul than an organ. That wasn't really a new concept to him. After all, in Archipelago, there was a way to bring people back from the brink of death with a mere item.
However..this was different. What he was saying explained things more fully. The soul was fully removed from the body..but the body lived, twisted by its lack of something to give it life. That was what created a dusk. His tone had fully changed at this point. Unlike before, Roxas had become deathly serious, and was actually interacting with the environment around the both of them. Alexius was paying attention though. The grass that Roxas had been holding was now bleached like it was under the desert sun. He explained that many of these beings without hearts were deformed..and that some of them could be human. But yet, they were not. They were "Nobody" as he said. While Alexius was behind him..he could see his arm move still. Based off of what he knew about the human body, he assumed that Roxas was clutching his chest. He didn't explain much more, but Alexius sighed as he shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Well..given how detailed that explanation was..I doubt that it's just some ghost story. Kid, I come from a world that has more monsters than you could ever fathom. The details you've talked about were told in the same way every client that I've had to work for have shared." He said, his tone of voice having become deathly serious now. He was very much still a soldier. This tone and how level his voice was showed it quite easily. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS
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The accolade of kid elected an ornery “Heeey...” of protest from Roxas that stopped when his bluff was called. A shift to spartan severity within Alexius’ voice halted Roxas’ steps and told the younger man that games were over. Narrows shoulders sagged, partially in relief. Subterfuge had always been more Axels’ bag, Roxas being kinna hopeless at it. The rueful rumination brought on a needle prick to a place that never seemed to numb. Axel’d probably already have this guy chopping up people on ‘The List’ all the while thinking it was his own idea. But the Dancing Flame was gone… everything’d seemed so cold since.
Roxas turned on the path to face Alexius, hands folded behind his head, simultaneously evincing surrender and affable ease. Regarding the stranded SeeD with unhurried scrutiny, the Key of Destiny gradually resolved to fulfill his moniker; unlock the door, break the chains, show the way. Anything after that belonged to kismet.
“You’re right,” the monster affirmed to the hunter. “Without Hearts, Nobodies don’t have’a place in Darkness or the Light.” Though he resumed walking while confirming fable as fact, Roxas chose to walk alongside the soldier rather then leading. “So they’re mostly in worlds like Twilight Town or the Corridors, spaces between spaces.” At some point through his explanation Roxas wondered just when the hell he, ‘Thirteen the Zombie,’ became a guy who knew jack about anything.
Sheesh, the Worlds really were doomed…
“Home sounds like’a rough place,” observed Roxas after letting the aboral hush claim their hike for a time. “That why you left?"
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