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Character(s): Angeal Hewley, anybodyyyyyy.
Content: Bored of being cooped up in the hotel for so long, Angeal takes a walk around town.
Setting: Jotenheim
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: Language, the potential of being blown off if he doesn't like you. :||||;;;;

He was often a man of action, and little words. Which was why simply sitting around in a hotel suite, twiddling his thumbs just wasn't working out here. He'd seen the network, even if he hadn't been around to post anything.

Timon had returned, apparently acting strange. ...well, stranger than usual. Everyone of the kidnapped victims seemed to have the habit of acting strange when they were eventually returned back to the city, and the winged SOLDIER was determined to get to the bottom of it all. Zack was here, and Sephiroth. And Reno, he supposed, but Turks weren't exactly something he would dedicate his entire being to.

Sorry to say.

He stood up from the bed, quietly closing the electronic journal and opting to simply leave it there in his room. Nobody would take it, not even those strange clones hanging around the hotel. If they did, he'd make sure to ask for it back. He didn't have the Buster Sword, but it didn't mean he couldn't punch someone in the face. He wanted to avoid violence, if necessary. But Angeal Hewley was a vengeful man.

He made his way slowly, through the halls, the doorways, and the overall complexity of the place to the front door, which he shut behind him. Not particularly wanting to walk far, the SOLDIER spread out his wings and jumped into the air, holding his balance very well for a dead man. He wouldn't gain too much altitude, not with that dome in the way, but just enough to travel faster than usual and relax for once.

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Roxas did not like what they'd told him. Go fight Heartless... It was echoing in his mind. Was that really all he was good for to them? Why wouldn't they tell him anything? Bad enough that until just a few days ago, he didn't know who he was, but to use him like that...

His eye was caught by a huge shadow passing over him. His train of thought was quickly broken as he searched the skies, thinking of anything that could be in the city that would be able to fly like that. His thoughts were quieted when he found a man with giant black wings to be the owner of the shadow, and for some reason Roxas was briefly glad that shadow didn't belong to Peter Pan. ...Where did that come from?

He didn't want to interrupt the lazy flight, but instead looked on from the ground, watching the man weave through the air like a large bird.

He'd been flying quite the distance along town before he felt the need for a break, finding a generally open area and swooping down to land heavily upon the strange and foreign ground. There was that light feeling again, one that always blossomed whenever he took fight, and the larger white wing stretched out.

Flying... when exactly was the last time he flew like that? In Midgar? Maybe sometime after that... he couldn't quite remember. It felt... nice. Far better than what he first suspected when he realized he even had the wings. He was a monster, but smaller victories were still victories, and he would take any chance he could find.

Zack wanted that for him, right? It was a nice way to repay him for carrying out his favour, even if the younger SOLDIER hadn't enjoyed it.

He didn't even hear anyone behind him. Couldn't care even if he wanted to. For the first time in years... he was at peace with himself.

Must be relaxing up there, Roxas thought to himself. He hadn't realized it, but he was pushing through the throngs in the streets, following the shadow along down streets and cutting through alleyways when he needed to.

Unfortunately, Roxas was good at zoning out and not paying attention to things around him, and more than once ran himself into a pole or a building or a person, only to look back up to the sky a moment later. He had no idea why following this winged man was so interesting.

After a moment's rest in the middle of the street, the SOLDIER's giant white wing rose into the air once more, up above the crowds of people and above his own head, until he heard the nearby sound of footsteps. A little annoyed with being interrupted, the wing lowered again, and the large man turned to face the boy, looking rather beaten and winded from apparently running so much.

Strange. He looked rather familiar.

Anyway.

The winged man's hardened gaze fell on the boy as he approached, face trained and stoic, but there was still a tension in the air. A tension that the older man had not wanted to be disturbed in his flight.

"...can I help you?"

"Wha-?" Roxas hadn't been expecting the man to land, and stopped in his tracks, his awareness abruptly placed in the world surrounding him again. It was time to put on the face, he realized, as anything out of the ordinary would raise defenses and make this outing much more annoying than it needed to be.

Roxas put on a fake smile, unknowingly one reminiscent of Sora's, and tried to look less like he was stalking this man. "Sorry," he said, a little sheepish.

He knew the boy was chasing him. No matter how genuine the smile looked, he could still sense the uneasiness, the guilt that he'd done wrong. Stepping forward some, the SOLDIER's expressionless gaze remained on the blonde, carefully watching for any signs at an attempt to attack or run away.

He wasn't finished here yet. Not after being followed like that for such an extensive distance.

"Who are you?" Cut right to the chase.

"I'm...no one." What a bad pun. Axel would laugh, if he heard it. Roxas didn't make eye contact, either. "I saw you flying and I...didn't think about what I was doing." He pointed at a bruise on his forearm. "I guess...I wasn't looking where I was going, either." Still the sheepish smile.

Roxas still couldn't figure out what was so strange about acting this way, but it just felt weird.

The larger wing stretched out, though in boredom or simply reflex, one could not tell. It was obvious the SOLDIER was annoyed, sure, but... he had to admire the kid's youthful curiousity. Not everyday you saw a 170 pound man flying through the air on one wing, after all. "So, I call you No One?" He remarked, a mite bitterly.

Starting to turn away, the winged man shrugged slightly. "Not my problem if you're a klutz. Be glad it wasn't a Nobody you bumped."

He didn't feel like fighting today.

"Oh, my name's Roxas--ah!" he gasped as he realized his mistake too late, and hoped that this man had no idea who he was. Just to try to keep up appearances, he put on a quizzical look.

"What's a Nobody?" he asked innocently.

The stuttering and stammering were dead giveaways that something wasn't right here. The kid seemed nervous, guilty about something, if the startled gasp after revealing his name had been any indication. The SOLDIER stepped forward, glowing blue eyes fixed on the fumbling boy and not looking amused in the least.

"...first thing's first." Came out coldly, as an indicator that he was not screwing around. "What was so bad about giving me your name? Were you not supposed to?"

Roxas put on a scowl, and gave a blunt answer. "It has nothing to do with you." His fingers at his side twitched, ready to summon his keyblades if they were needed. It would be better not to fight, especially not to show that he had those weapons, but the last thing he wanted now was to have someone trying to ask questions--questions that Roxas wouldn't be able to answer.

The kid's demeanor shifted suddenly, suggesting there was more to him than he let on. The smallest twitch of his fingers hadn't gone unnoticed, and the SOLDIER tensed slightly himself. If this came to a fight, he was mostly unarmed, though he doubted the boy could actually do much to someone like him. If it had taken Zack as long as it did to actually kill him...

This was pointless.

Shaking his head, mostly in annoyance, the dark-haired man started to turn away. If he wasn't going to be getting any straight answers, there was no point in him hanging around like this. There were more important things to be done around here than interrogate a little boy he didn't even know. If the boy continued to follow him, fine. He had ways of losing those who felt like following.

A sigh of relief helped Roxas relax, once the man had turned his back. He still didn't know why he'd followed this guy around through the city in the first place, but it was stupid now.

He sighed again, looking around to figure out where they were, and found a bench to sit on while browsing through the journal. No one had posted anything interesting yet, but at lesat it might give him something to do.

It didn't much seem like the boy was ready to go and chase him again, not after that kind of a reaction to his words. But what could he do? Born a monster, and that was exactly how he was going to act. There was no changing it, no denying, and no moving around it, no matter what Zack told him.

The wing had extended outward, to begin to take off again, when he spared one more glance at the familiar blonde. There was something about him, something that... made him reluctant to just leave him there. He'd been chased all over the city because the kid was somehow facinated by his flight, and even if he shouldn't have been able to care... he somewhat did. It was strange.

"...look." He started out carefully. "Just try and keep up."

"Huh?" It took Roxas a moment to look up from the journal. "You want me to follow you?" He spotted a skateboard sitting off to the side of one of the shops, seeming completely abandoned. That would help him stay close.

He smiled. "Don't worry, you won't lose me."

He shouldn't have been doing this. It had gone against all of the lessons he'd been taught throughout his life, though sitting back and watching his mother die, causing his hometown to burn to the ground, and practically begging his student to murder him only served to prove he had no honor left. No pride. So there would be no harm in a friendly competition if the kid truly felt up to it, right?

Right.

The wing shot up into the air, bringing with it a powerful gust of wind, blowing back a few civilians and scraps of paper within the small radius, and with any strength he could manage, the elder SOLDIER leaped into the air, taking off at an alarming speed.

Roxas hopped on the skateboard, and started after the old man, kick-flipping up to a bench, then jumping to a stone wall, then over to grind on an iron rails of balconies. Soon he was following along the rooftops, though it was much slower going than the winged man was making. He wasn't falling so far behind he was losing track, though.

Dodging was easier on the rooftops, where there were fewer obstacles, though up here Roxas had to worry about avoiding sky lights and roof access doors.

If verbally spoken, Angeal may have been insulted by the 'old man' remark, and perhaps even fired a Firaga blast at the younger boy to slow him down, but he hadn't, so no magic was needed. Instead, he continued his pace in the sky, diving between buildings and rushing past civilians in a large blur of black and white, feathers spiraling off of beating wings as he went faster and faster. There was no prize to be won, no trophy, though he did enjoy the feel of being able to prove his worth.

Suddenly slightly michevious, the SOLDIER slowed his pace, to appear as though he was become exhausted, to lead the boy into a false sense of security. He'd let him catch up before taking off once more, just to see how he would handle it.

Zack was going to kick his ass for this later. But it was worth it.

Why is he slowing down...? Roxas wondered, looking up at the man in the sky. No matter, it gave the blond a chance to catch up, which he took full advantage of...before almost diving headlong through an open door, which he had to carefully skate around before continuing pursuit.

He really wanted to know why he was supposed to follow this guy, or if it was just so the old man could get some kicks.

He would wait a little longer. Wait until the kid was right on his ass to speed up again. For now, however... he found no particular reason to hurry. Just sit back and let the wind take you. Don't worry about anything else... it was actually quite enjoyable. Was this what Zack wanted from him so bad? To have this kind of weightless feeling in the air, of freedom?

No... Angeal Hewley was never free. Not even here. Trapped in a domed city with darkness looming in every corner. But things like this were small victories. He would take any chance he could find.

He fought back the urge to laugh when the kid nearly skated into a door, moving to rise up over the building in an arc and making sure to maintain his distance for the time being. He didn't think there was any way the kid could leap up to a rooftop with that thing, so he simply glided across, not even bothering to flap for altitude.

This was... fun.

Roxas had to admit this was kind of...fun. He'd never thought of doing something like this before, and the rush of moving so fast felt great. He let himself laugh a little, and had an easier time staying away from obstacles now that he was more relaxed.

The man was toying around with him, but Roxas didn't have wings anyway. The blond couldn't expect to keep up with someone in the air, and was more glad that he wasn't losing him.

The kid was getting the hang of this, it seemed. Good. Very good. The larger man smirked at his excitement, remembering the lower-class SOLDIERs whenever they were assigned to work with him. And as long as Roxas didn't leap up and start hugging him, it was good.

Realizing the boy was beginning to catch up, he finally decided to call off his personal break-time. Flapping the wing much, much harder than before, the bigger man easily gained speed and swerved through the air, diving and hugging the ground more than the buildings. Obstables were easy to avoid, though he used the second wing to push some in the streets for the kid to avoid.

Roxas hadn't figured the old man would be making things harder for him on purpose like this. Having to dodge stuff that was deliberately pushed into his way was getting annoying, though where he could he stuck with the rooftops, where there was much, much less to get in his way.

Smart boy, staying above ground like that. But apparently not smart enough.

Having died a monster, losing his pride and detaching himself from SOLDIER, the older man had no trouble in falling back to the younger boy's level and attempting to knock him down with the larger wing.

But not off the building. He wanted to stop the kid, not kill him. And it wasn't like the world was going to end if either of them lost; the blonde was also open to retailiation.

Roxas stopped, after doing a hand-spring to keep himself from faceplanting. "Why should I keep following you if you're going to try to kill me?" he yelled, more out of curiosity than actual offense, obvious from his wide-eyed stare. "Where are we even going?"

Kill him? He hadn't been anywhere near the edge of the roof, even. If he wanted to think of tripping and falling as dying, he could have. It wasn't his burden to deal with. "I could've done worse." He replied calmly, not even having to yell. What was the point when they were mere feet from each other, still moving at a pace that would mostly have half the city's eyes on the two of them?

He didn't answer the second question. The wing extended into the air and he took off, once again moving much, much faster than the young boy and to the edge of the rooftop, diving down and moving like a fired missle along the street. Some vendor stands were knocked over by the gust of wind; again, not his problem.

Things were... different here. He thought differently than those several years ago. His pride was gone. It didn't matter what he did now.

Roxas almost growled in frustration. This guy was just as bad as the Organization. He wouldn't answer any questions, and he refused to explain what was going on.

"I give up," Roxas said quietly to himself, on the now very empty, very lonely rooftop. He skated lazily to the nearest door that would lead him down to street level, suddenly very disenchanted with the whole ordeal of trying to follow this man. He kicked the skateboard into his hand, and opened the door.

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Sorry to be scary here. XDa

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