It was always hot and moist in the waterway. The walls glimmered and reflected the gently lapping water, which plastered them in beautiful waving nets of light that came from the candles Aerith and Yuffie had lit in here earlier this morning. Leon did not know what time it was now and found himself, bitterly, not caring: whatever time it was in Traverse Town, there was never any true time. The skies never changed.
There was no endless blue, no clouds, just stars: endless waves of stars that shown brightly regardless of the city's lights, ones that blinked out now and then, never to be seen again, symbolizing worlds destroyed by the Heartless. Every night, Traverse Town got a little bit darker because of that, and each star, each world that went out, was like a grain of sand slipping down to the bottom of the hourglass. Time was running out.
Would Sora leave them in the darkness?
So many hours spend training in that cave, training, endlessly training to fight a war he couldn't even fight, Leon heard the dull clanking of his Gunblade on the damp pebbles as he dropped to his knees, feeling blackness curl up the corners of his eyes like the dark disheveled hair clung curled to his cheeks, dampened by his sweat.
When he opened his eyes, he saw it was Paixao.
Leon hated surprises. Loathed them. And to find yourself passing out only to wake up in a place that is completely foreign and strange is especially irritating. He was alarmed to say the least, but just like everyone else, saw civilization ahead in the domes and hoped to be saved somehow as he walked toward them. He noted all the strange individuals coming inside the place too. All of them were giving their names and getting small square objects in return.
The lion had to quirk his brow as he made note of the... what was that, a sheep person? As the sheep person ahead of him spelt her name in the air. Kasugami? What a strange name. Then again, this whole place was strange. "Paixao," he quickly learned it was, after trying to press the man who gave him his journal for questions after he'd given him his name. But that was the most he could get out of him; perhaps things would have been more fruitful if he had asked where the nearest bar was.
A sigh, and Leon stepped ahead like the rest of them. At first the sheep didn't seem to be much interest of him, but... well. It couldn't help to ask someone what the hell this is about. His heavy boots took him travelling after her, tapping her shoulder, and muttering, "Excuse me."
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It was always hot and moist in the waterway. The walls glimmered and reflected the gently lapping water, which plastered them in beautiful waving nets of light that came from the candles Aerith and Yuffie had lit in here earlier this morning. Leon did not know what time it was now and found himself, bitterly, not caring: whatever time it was in Traverse Town, there was never any true time. The skies never changed.
There was no endless blue, no clouds, just stars: endless waves of stars that shown brightly regardless of the city's lights, ones that blinked out now and then, never to be seen again, symbolizing worlds destroyed by the Heartless. Every night, Traverse Town got a little bit darker because of that, and each star, each world that went out, was like a grain of sand slipping down to the bottom of the hourglass. Time was running out.
Would Sora leave them in the darkness?
So many hours spend training in that cave, training, endlessly training to fight a war he couldn't even fight, Leon heard the dull clanking of his Gunblade on the damp pebbles as he dropped to his knees, feeling blackness curl up the corners of his eyes like the dark disheveled hair clung curled to his cheeks, dampened by his sweat.
When he opened his eyes, he saw it was Paixao.
Leon hated surprises. Loathed them. And to find yourself passing out only to wake up in a place that is completely foreign and strange is especially irritating. He was alarmed to say the least, but just like everyone else, saw civilization ahead in the domes and hoped to be saved somehow as he walked toward them. He noted all the strange individuals coming inside the place too. All of them were giving their names and getting small square objects in return.
The lion had to quirk his brow as he made note of the... what was that, a sheep person? As the sheep person ahead of him spelt her name in the air. Kasugami? What a strange name. Then again, this whole place was strange. "Paixao," he quickly learned it was, after trying to press the man who gave him his journal for questions after he'd given him his name. But that was the most he could get out of him; perhaps things would have been more fruitful if he had asked where the nearest bar was.
A sigh, and Leon stepped ahead like the rest of them. At first the sheep didn't seem to be much interest of him, but... well. It couldn't help to ask someone what the hell this is about. His heavy boots took him travelling after her, tapping her shoulder, and muttering, "Excuse me."
He was going to regret this, wasn't he?