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A Strange Sort of Reunion [Completed]
Character(s): Riku, Namine, Cid, Roxas, Aerith, Ashe, Cam, Reno, Elena, Henrietta, Gene
Content: Namine and Riku arrive at Cid's shop, Roxas speaks with Riku about the Ansem issue, Riku leaves while everyone else eats breakfast, Ashe shows up to buy a pen for her journal, and Cam shows up to fix the hole in the roof.
Setting: Cid's Shop at the center of town
Time: Friday morning - v. early
Warnings: Swearing
With a little searching (and asking for directions once), Riku was able to find an all night coffee house where they commandeered a booth for the night. He ordered them a couple of warm ciders (Namine needed her vitamin C if she was going to avoid that cold) and then dipped into their food again for a late night snack.
Encouraging Namine to sleep if she was tired again (he’d slept all day, but she must be worn out by now), Riku settled in to check his journal again, wasting away the night scribbling more replies. It turned out half the people he’d been corresponding with knew Sora. Unfortunately, no one seemed to know where he was. It also seemed he’d been talking to the shop owner of the store they were headed for without knowing it. He seemed okay for a crusty old guy, but his mention of living at Hollow Bastion freaked Riku out. He didn’t like to even think about that place, after…
Riku was just getting ready to shut his journal to give his eyes a break, when a little window popped up. It was that Roxas kid who reminded him of Sora! Riku felt…kind of weird inside, talking with him. Once he’d started, he found he couldn’t stop. That old guy had said Roxas worked for him in the shop and that he had eyes like Sora’s. Riku couldn’t imagine anyone else having eyes like Sora’s. That perfect blue that was unlike anything else he’d ever seen on any world. But this kid…made him feel… Well, he wanted to meet him and see for himself if he really was like Sora or not.
Betwen that and what he learned over the journals that night, Riku was more determined to go to Cid’s shop than ever.
As soon as he saw the grey, overcast dawn breaking over the horizon, he woke Namine and told her it was time to go. They probably could have waited a bit longer, but he was eager to get moving. Once outside, Riku loaded up their belongings and, with much coercion, finally convinced Namine to climb onto his shoulders for the three mile hike. He needed the exercise, and this way she would neither slow them down nor tire out first thing in the morning.
Even loaded down as he was, Riku set a fast pace. They were there in less than two hours, at which point the streets were starting to get crowded with normal morning activity. When they reached the shop, Riku almost walked right past it. The only thing identifying it was a small handwritten sign in the window. Luckily Namine spotted it and stopped him.
There was a bench in front of the store window, and Riku stopped to let Namine down before they went in. From the outside, the store didn’t look so bad. Then again, they were in a better district now, and nothing could have compared with the witch’s scrapheap of Auntie Unde’s. Riku shuddered, just remembering it.
He didn’t take Namine’s hand when they walked in, in case the flower girl was there. Just in the doorway, Riku peered around. This store was full of crap, too, but it wasn’t useless junk. It was odds and ends of really useful stuff, including what looked like parts of a spaceship.
Whoa.
Riku hoped they had less complicated things, too. Up ahead, there was a display case that looked to be full of small weapons. Maybe they had some throwing knives he could teach Namine how to use. As Riku made his way over, he noticed a man behind the counter. From the stoically cranky look (and stubble) on his face to the coffee stain on his t-shirt, even his stance—and what was with that chewed-up toothpick in his mouth?—everything about this guy screamed old and crusty.
“You must be the old guy I talked to on the journals,” he said, strutting up to the counter. “I’m Riku.”
Content: Namine and Riku arrive at Cid's shop, Roxas speaks with Riku about the Ansem issue, Riku leaves while everyone else eats breakfast, Ashe shows up to buy a pen for her journal, and Cam shows up to fix the hole in the roof.
Setting: Cid's Shop at the center of town
Time: Friday morning - v. early
Warnings: Swearing
With a little searching (and asking for directions once), Riku was able to find an all night coffee house where they commandeered a booth for the night. He ordered them a couple of warm ciders (Namine needed her vitamin C if she was going to avoid that cold) and then dipped into their food again for a late night snack.
Encouraging Namine to sleep if she was tired again (he’d slept all day, but she must be worn out by now), Riku settled in to check his journal again, wasting away the night scribbling more replies. It turned out half the people he’d been corresponding with knew Sora. Unfortunately, no one seemed to know where he was. It also seemed he’d been talking to the shop owner of the store they were headed for without knowing it. He seemed okay for a crusty old guy, but his mention of living at Hollow Bastion freaked Riku out. He didn’t like to even think about that place, after…
Riku was just getting ready to shut his journal to give his eyes a break, when a little window popped up. It was that Roxas kid who reminded him of Sora! Riku felt…kind of weird inside, talking with him. Once he’d started, he found he couldn’t stop. That old guy had said Roxas worked for him in the shop and that he had eyes like Sora’s. Riku couldn’t imagine anyone else having eyes like Sora’s. That perfect blue that was unlike anything else he’d ever seen on any world. But this kid…made him feel… Well, he wanted to meet him and see for himself if he really was like Sora or not.
Betwen that and what he learned over the journals that night, Riku was more determined to go to Cid’s shop than ever.
As soon as he saw the grey, overcast dawn breaking over the horizon, he woke Namine and told her it was time to go. They probably could have waited a bit longer, but he was eager to get moving. Once outside, Riku loaded up their belongings and, with much coercion, finally convinced Namine to climb onto his shoulders for the three mile hike. He needed the exercise, and this way she would neither slow them down nor tire out first thing in the morning.
Even loaded down as he was, Riku set a fast pace. They were there in less than two hours, at which point the streets were starting to get crowded with normal morning activity. When they reached the shop, Riku almost walked right past it. The only thing identifying it was a small handwritten sign in the window. Luckily Namine spotted it and stopped him.
There was a bench in front of the store window, and Riku stopped to let Namine down before they went in. From the outside, the store didn’t look so bad. Then again, they were in a better district now, and nothing could have compared with the witch’s scrapheap of Auntie Unde’s. Riku shuddered, just remembering it.
He didn’t take Namine’s hand when they walked in, in case the flower girl was there. Just in the doorway, Riku peered around. This store was full of crap, too, but it wasn’t useless junk. It was odds and ends of really useful stuff, including what looked like parts of a spaceship.
Whoa.
Riku hoped they had less complicated things, too. Up ahead, there was a display case that looked to be full of small weapons. Maybe they had some throwing knives he could teach Namine how to use. As Riku made his way over, he noticed a man behind the counter. From the stoically cranky look (and stubble) on his face to the coffee stain on his t-shirt, even his stance—and what was with that chewed-up toothpick in his mouth?—everything about this guy screamed old and crusty.
“You must be the old guy I talked to on the journals,” he said, strutting up to the counter. “I’m Riku.”
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