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niteo_logs2010-09-07 11:21 pm
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all I am for all you are.
Characters: Roxas, Xion [CLOSED]
When: Sept 7 [evening]
Where: Old Towne Market
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A bloodhound he is not. But he's finally caught sight of a new aura in town and has finally been able to track its owner down in the general vicinity of the market. Just a reunion of two friends. Whether it'll be a happy one or not? Who knows.
Who knew that finding a needle in a haystack could actually keep a broken mind occupied enough to function? Well, it could. And did. For days. Not minutes or hours. Days. Truly a miracle, right? He was too focused to even notice. Ever since a week past, he'd gotten a sense of deja vu. Not the usual when it came to people showing up here, except in Sora's case. This, though was different. So different in fact that it was on an entire level above the familiarity he was used to feeling with those kids he'd helped to save the worlds not too long ago.
Almost as if... a part of himself had come back. To say the least, it was strange.
And anything that made him stop and think merited a look-see in the very least. Nothing big. Just a little investigation, which was totally warranted. Roxas used that vein of thought to justify his current actions. But not the time he'd spent actually going about doing said actions. He didn't want to think that he had a shred of hope left in him. A shred of his old self. No way Jose. So then... what was he doing?
His booted feet squished and squelched against the ground, a few rotten fruits having been downtrodden beneath them. He didn't care if they were messed up. Or that this part of town was rank with the smell of rot and filth. Which... it totally was. Why it didn't matter was simple: there were more important things to think and give a damn about, like finding the source of that strange mix of darkness and light he'd felt a little over a week ago now.
Casting his sharp gaze to the sky, he came to a stop between several old stalls and wrinkled his nose. Okay, nix the fact that he didn't give a shit about the smell. It was godawful.And getting into his nostrils despite the fact that he was currently pinching it closed. Ugh. Time for patience: over.
"Allright. Come on out." This was not intimidating or threatening in the least when uttered, because of the strong nasal twang in his voice causing each word to lilt and rise painfully upon the last syllable. He scowled, and decided to brave the stench and retry.
"C'mon. Let's go."
Again, not very threatening. But maybe he wasn't trying to be. Maybe he was actually curious about who it was hiding around here and why they felt so familiar. Just maybe.
When: Sept 7 [evening]
Where: Old Towne Market
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A bloodhound he is not. But he's finally caught sight of a new aura in town and has finally been able to track its owner down in the general vicinity of the market. Just a reunion of two friends. Whether it'll be a happy one or not? Who knows.
Who knew that finding a needle in a haystack could actually keep a broken mind occupied enough to function? Well, it could. And did. For days. Not minutes or hours. Days. Truly a miracle, right? He was too focused to even notice. Ever since a week past, he'd gotten a sense of deja vu. Not the usual when it came to people showing up here, except in Sora's case. This, though was different. So different in fact that it was on an entire level above the familiarity he was used to feeling with those kids he'd helped to save the worlds not too long ago.
Almost as if... a part of himself had come back. To say the least, it was strange.
And anything that made him stop and think merited a look-see in the very least. Nothing big. Just a little investigation, which was totally warranted. Roxas used that vein of thought to justify his current actions. But not the time he'd spent actually going about doing said actions. He didn't want to think that he had a shred of hope left in him. A shred of his old self. No way Jose. So then... what was he doing?
His booted feet squished and squelched against the ground, a few rotten fruits having been downtrodden beneath them. He didn't care if they were messed up. Or that this part of town was rank with the smell of rot and filth. Which... it totally was. Why it didn't matter was simple: there were more important things to think and give a damn about, like finding the source of that strange mix of darkness and light he'd felt a little over a week ago now.
Casting his sharp gaze to the sky, he came to a stop between several old stalls and wrinkled his nose. Okay, nix the fact that he didn't give a shit about the smell. It was godawful.
"Allright. Come on out." This was not intimidating or threatening in the least when uttered, because of the strong nasal twang in his voice causing each word to lilt and rise painfully upon the last syllable. He scowled, and decided to brave the stench and retry.
"C'mon. Let's go."
Again, not very threatening. But maybe he wasn't trying to be. Maybe he was actually curious about who it was hiding around here and why they felt so familiar. Just maybe.