prismsmemory: (I never had anyone to rescue me)
Naminé ([personal profile] prismsmemory) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2010-02-19 02:03 pm

So I offer my life as a sacrifice (Active / Closed)

Character(s): Xion, Naminé, Roxas (maybe others later)
Content: Naminé and Xion go on a Roxas-hunt! Be vewwy, vewwy quiet. We're hunting Nobodies!
Setting: Near Niflheim Gate - Cafe Ersesat and then the gate
Time: Week 18, Morning, right after this thread
Warnings: Wibbles... and depressing things.



Naminé was worried. She knew Roxas was here. She knew over half of the Organization was here. What she didn't know were the details. How was everyone dealing with each other? Timon had said Roxas was trying to get out of the Organization. What did that mean here? Naminé didn't know. And it worried her.

Finding out that Sora was awake and here was enough of a surprise for her. Finding out that Roxas and Xion were, too, was something entirely different. How this was possible, she didn't know. All she knew was that something with this whole city was off. Once Naminé and Xion had spoken over the network, Naminé decided she'd go talk to the other girl. Maybe they could figure things out themselves, like what was going on around here. But it would also give them an opportunity to talk again and Naminé was looking forward to seeing someone who wouldn't give her hell for being a Nobody.

The blonde girl was waiting in the cafe pretty early on. For whatever reason, she'd been unable to sleep. Might have had something to do with the fact that Timon still didn't like her. So, she was sipping on lemonade as she waited for Xion to arrive. Hopefully, things wouldn't be too weird now.

[identity profile] oath-ofoblivion.livejournal.com 2010-02-22 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Gone?" Roxas' mouth hung open a little in disbelief. "That's--" His volume dropped suddenly before he finished. "...That's...it?" His gaze fell to the ground. "But...that doesn't make any sense..." he whispered slowly. Looking back up at Naminé, he let his voice rise again. "Why would someone do that to me?"

His eyes again fell, eyelids half-closed with them, but his words were no softer than they had been for the last question. "...Was there something I did that was bad...? Did I...deserve this?"