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sirenspull_logs2012-11-13 11:40 am
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And I'm not sleeping now the dark is too hard to beat
Who: Roxas and Eraqus
When: November 12, after evening siren
Where: The streets of Sector 4
Summary: In the wake of a mutual loss, two Keybearers bump into each other in the dark. Probable sadfacing ensues, also potential bonus awkward.
Roxas hadn't gotten angry when word had come that after two years, long past the point that he'd stopped worrying about losing the family he'd found, Ventus had gone from Siren's Port. Not taken by Xehanort, not felled by a monster or someone's out-of-control power. Just gone.
He'd gone numb, if anything. What else was he supposed to feel? Axel, Namine, now Ven. His brother. Maybe he should have expected another loss. The sadness didn't come right away, because he didn't really believe it.
And when it did come—he still wasn't angry. But he knew for certain that he couldn't be here or he'd come out of his skin completely. So after the siren rang out that evening, he pulled on his coat and opened a portal into the streets nearby, and began to fight. He could have asked Joe to come—he'd probably understand. Maybe he'd do that tomorrow if he still felt so restless and awful. But for the moment he preferred the solitude.
Not that he was really alone out here. There were the monsters, and the Heartless and they found him quickly enough. That was fine. Keyblades in hand, Roxas fell into the rhythm of merciless combat. He tried not to think of anything beyond the flow of the fight, beyond keeping himself alive and making sure the creatures didn't stay that way. Thinking could come later.
When: November 12, after evening siren
Where: The streets of Sector 4
Summary: In the wake of a mutual loss, two Keybearers bump into each other in the dark. Probable sadfacing ensues, also potential bonus awkward.
Roxas hadn't gotten angry when word had come that after two years, long past the point that he'd stopped worrying about losing the family he'd found, Ventus had gone from Siren's Port. Not taken by Xehanort, not felled by a monster or someone's out-of-control power. Just gone.
He'd gone numb, if anything. What else was he supposed to feel? Axel, Namine, now Ven. His brother. Maybe he should have expected another loss. The sadness didn't come right away, because he didn't really believe it.
And when it did come—he still wasn't angry. But he knew for certain that he couldn't be here or he'd come out of his skin completely. So after the siren rang out that evening, he pulled on his coat and opened a portal into the streets nearby, and began to fight. He could have asked Joe to come—he'd probably understand. Maybe he'd do that tomorrow if he still felt so restless and awful. But for the moment he preferred the solitude.
Not that he was really alone out here. There were the monsters, and the Heartless and they found him quickly enough. That was fine. Keyblades in hand, Roxas fell into the rhythm of merciless combat. He tried not to think of anything beyond the flow of the fight, beyond keeping himself alive and making sure the creatures didn't stay that way. Thinking could come later.
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"Ventus, too, did not remember his life before he came to me as an apprentice. Though at least I knew some of the cause behind that." He grimaced slightly, before continuing. If something slithered behind them in the dark, he showed no sign of acknowledging it. "There were a great many grey creatures at the party, along with more heartless than I care to think about - and none of them attacking the guests." Literal creeping scenery. They may have waited until the party was done to have a midnight heart snack, though.
"Is such control typical of Nobodies? Or something that has only occurred since arriving here?"