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paixaorpg2010-02-15 03:36 pm
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A Flame To Light the Way [Complete]
Character(s): Roxas and Ursula
Content: Roxas tries to get answers to the questions he's been asking for so long
Setting: The ocean, near Niflheim
Time: Dead of night
Warnings: ...Possibly More than likely depressing?
Roxas looked around carefully, checking, double-checking, and triple-checking that no one was around to see him. He put on his black coat, and put his street clothes into a black messenger bag. He tossed his journal into the bag too, after checking it one last time.
Niflheim wasn't very close to him, and he had to move through the city undetected by anyone but Paixao civilians. If anyone from the Organization caught him on his way...there was no telling what would become of him. But he wasn't going to let that happen. He knew that area well, and would be able to hide in the shadows of buildings or in alleyways with his hood up. The only Organization member here who'd be able to smell Roxas, instead of see him, likely wouldn't care what the blond was doing anyway. Zexion was more interested in his books than anything else...at least from what Roxas could remember of their rare meetings.
He walked quietly through the darker parts of the dingier backstreets, avoiding the wider avenues as much as he could, trying to stay out of the street lights where his black coat would make him stand out against the road rather than blend into the shadows. He'd chosen a good time. The route he took was almost empty, except for one or two people here and there, and no one paid him any mind as he approached the gate. He hadn't actually left the city since he entered a few months ago, so the fact he was leaving felt a bit strange. He ignored that, and walked outside, looking for some small space where no one would notice him changing his clothes. The last thing he needed was for the strange sea-witch to know he was with the Organization before he had a chance to learn anything from her.
Since there wasn't anyone around, though, and Roxas knew that the citizens would never walk through the gate, he decided to quickly change behind a tall patch of grass right next to the city wall. There were lumens wandering out here, sure, but they would leave him alone for the most part. There weren't any in sight anyway. He stepped out, wearing his white jacket and pants with the black shirt, and put the black coat of the Organization into the bag with his journal.
It wasn't a long walk down to the beach, and now that Roxas was out of the city and didn't have to worry about being seen or caught, it gave him some time to think about what he was about to ask for. He thought about talking to Riku, and then Timon...then Riku again. And he'd gotten a chance to talk to Sora...Sora was even here in the city now, and had at least tried...but all any of them had managed to do was either make Roxas more confused or more angry. He wasn't a normal Nobody because Sora was his Other...and that was why he had the keyblade, too. But...that only left him with more questions. What was it about Sora that had made Roxas different? And what were Riku and Kairi saying, all that stuff about getting a heart and disappearing?
What was going to happen to him? That...was what Roxas thought he really wanted to know now. The other question about Sora...maybe no one had the answer to it. Maybe it was just because Sora had the keyblade or something. How would knowing that help the Nobody feel better anyway? Getting answers to the other questions like that had only made things worse. No...he was going to ask the sea-witch to explain what Riku and Kairi were talking about. IF he found that out...he'd be satisfied, he thought. He would stop all this searching, and all this asking, and he'd figure out whether to stay with the Organization or not based on what the witch told him.
He made it down to the shore without any incident. With shaking hands, he lit the torch, the searing red flame reflected in his brilliant blue eyes.
As he waited and watched the fire, he was reminded of Axel, and all those days they spent eating ice cream together after missions. That day he'd spent with Simba last week had almost felt the same...
Content: Roxas tries to get answers to the questions he's been asking for so long
Setting: The ocean, near Niflheim
Time: Dead of night
Warnings: ...
Roxas looked around carefully, checking, double-checking, and triple-checking that no one was around to see him. He put on his black coat, and put his street clothes into a black messenger bag. He tossed his journal into the bag too, after checking it one last time.
Niflheim wasn't very close to him, and he had to move through the city undetected by anyone but Paixao civilians. If anyone from the Organization caught him on his way...there was no telling what would become of him. But he wasn't going to let that happen. He knew that area well, and would be able to hide in the shadows of buildings or in alleyways with his hood up. The only Organization member here who'd be able to smell Roxas, instead of see him, likely wouldn't care what the blond was doing anyway. Zexion was more interested in his books than anything else...at least from what Roxas could remember of their rare meetings.
He walked quietly through the darker parts of the dingier backstreets, avoiding the wider avenues as much as he could, trying to stay out of the street lights where his black coat would make him stand out against the road rather than blend into the shadows. He'd chosen a good time. The route he took was almost empty, except for one or two people here and there, and no one paid him any mind as he approached the gate. He hadn't actually left the city since he entered a few months ago, so the fact he was leaving felt a bit strange. He ignored that, and walked outside, looking for some small space where no one would notice him changing his clothes. The last thing he needed was for the strange sea-witch to know he was with the Organization before he had a chance to learn anything from her.
Since there wasn't anyone around, though, and Roxas knew that the citizens would never walk through the gate, he decided to quickly change behind a tall patch of grass right next to the city wall. There were lumens wandering out here, sure, but they would leave him alone for the most part. There weren't any in sight anyway. He stepped out, wearing his white jacket and pants with the black shirt, and put the black coat of the Organization into the bag with his journal.
It wasn't a long walk down to the beach, and now that Roxas was out of the city and didn't have to worry about being seen or caught, it gave him some time to think about what he was about to ask for. He thought about talking to Riku, and then Timon...then Riku again. And he'd gotten a chance to talk to Sora...Sora was even here in the city now, and had at least tried...but all any of them had managed to do was either make Roxas more confused or more angry. He wasn't a normal Nobody because Sora was his Other...and that was why he had the keyblade, too. But...that only left him with more questions. What was it about Sora that had made Roxas different? And what were Riku and Kairi saying, all that stuff about getting a heart and disappearing?
What was going to happen to him? That...was what Roxas thought he really wanted to know now. The other question about Sora...maybe no one had the answer to it. Maybe it was just because Sora had the keyblade or something. How would knowing that help the Nobody feel better anyway? Getting answers to the other questions like that had only made things worse. No...he was going to ask the sea-witch to explain what Riku and Kairi were talking about. IF he found that out...he'd be satisfied, he thought. He would stop all this searching, and all this asking, and he'd figure out whether to stay with the Organization or not based on what the witch told him.
He made it down to the shore without any incident. With shaking hands, he lit the torch, the searing red flame reflected in his brilliant blue eyes.
As he waited and watched the fire, he was reminded of Axel, and all those days they spent eating ice cream together after missions. That day he'd spent with Simba last week had almost felt the same...
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"Mm hmm," she said now, nodding a bit and finally halting her slow rotation around him. As she spoke, she held out one hand to the side, swirling her fingers. "Not just any something, is it? Or you'd ask your friends." The wet, dark sand under her hand rose up and twisted, expanding into a chair of sorts. Ursula sat, giving Roxas an encouraging smile. "You're here because you have a question no one else seems able, or willing, to answer."