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Post by ROXAS on Jun 7, 2012 16:33:47 GMT -5
The sun was bright...
Yet for some reason Roxas chose to stare at it... He knew it wasn't good for his eyesight that much was for sure. But he couldn't look away... Finally blinking away from the yellow orb in the sky he placed his eyes on the sea in front of him. The Nobody found himself on a small island, one that was too familiar with the paopu tree resting in a arch over to the side. It was here that the Nobody gazed at the bright blue sky and the ocean beneath it... It was.... beautiful. But for some reason, sad... He wasn't sure why but- he felt connected to this place...
No that was a lie. He knew why he was so drawn to this place, it was his home... Sora's home. And as much as he didn't want it, he was cursed with random, brief, memories of his somebody. It annoyed him to no end- appearing at random times no matter what the time of day or the situation. The blond scoffed, it seemed Sora found a way to annoy him without even being here!
Sitting on the tree he continued gazing finding himself even more lost in thought. Why was he here, alive? Why was the world like it is now? A mess of connected worlds all rolled into one? And lastly... who was the cause of this? Though Roxas was no hero, he seemed to suffer from some traits of his other. One being his desire to make sure no one he cares for is hurt. He doesn't seek adventure (or trouble) but trouble always seems to find him.
Another curse of the keyblade no doubt...
With a sigh he slid off his perch staring at the ocean one more time. Turning towards the bridge he paused in step hearing the sound of footsteps on the wooden bridge. Who could be here? And what would they want? Body slightly tense, he kept his voice level and uninterested, really not wanting a fight at the moment.. He had too much on his mind right now...
"...What do you want?"
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Post by Fayt Leingod on Jun 7, 2012 17:13:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][bg=#f4f4f4][atrb=width,400px,true][style=float: left; width: 180px; padding: 10px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 19px; text-align: right; background-color: #5b5688; padding-right: 5px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -1; color: #f4f4f4;]don't you feed me lines[/style][style=padding: 10px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 19px; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -1; color: #5b5688;]about some idealistic future[/style][classy=postbox][style= float: left; background-image: url('http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e215/_-DragonInk-_/POST%20EMOTICONS/5810518_m.png'); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 3px solid #007799; margin-right: 5px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -o-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; border-radius: 10px; ] [/style]The exact reason as to why he was on an island still eluded him, though not for lack of activity. Since waking up sprawled on the sandy beach, the perplexed young man had made at least four circuits of the small island, learning something new and growing slightly more frustrated each time.
However, he hadn't taken the small wooden bridge leading out of a hut until he noticed something that looked suspiciously like a human figure standing on the mini-island at the other end. Somewhat elated by the fact that other life did exist (or then again, maybe the universe was gone and he was in some sort of heaven), he didn't think better of by-all-accounts "stomping" across said bridge until a grumbled complaint could be heard.
Whisked back to his ears by the sea-wind was the mumbled "...What do you want?", and he looked up from the cobbled-together planks to see twin sapphires, glinting at him in boredom.
"Hi there," Fayt said mock-casually, raising a hand in greeting. Internally, however, something put him on edge. He considered reassuring himself that he still had a sword, as he hadn't thought to check until now, but thought better of it. "Don't mind me," he tried. "Just... looking around, I guess."
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Post by ROXAS on Jun 7, 2012 17:45:25 GMT -5
The Key of Destiny stared nearly apathetically at the blue haired male. It was almost scary, but he seemed to look exactly how a Nobody should be- cold and emotionless.. The other teen began to speak which slowly got the Nobody's attention. Looking around? Roxas wanted to make a snarky reply but held himself back. It was obvious the blue haired male had no clue where he was or what was going on... Then again, Roxas didn't know what was going on either. 'That rules out this guy giving me some answers...' He thought sourly before crossing his arms, cold sapphire eyes fixed on the other teen's.
'Are you from around here?'
Roxas didn't know how to answer that question truthful. In a way he WAS from here, but technically he WASN'T. It was hard to say with him being a Nobody and all... He finally decided to settle with a simple answer. "No" He spoke calmly. "I'm not... and if your wondering this place is called Destiny Islands." He spoke tersely before walking slowly a bit closer stopping as his arms uncrossed and hung to his side. His tension had faded slightly, but Roxas didn't have any clue on what this guy could do. So he would play it safe for now...
Still....
Holding out his black gloved hand, he gave a small smile, eyes shining a bit more brightly. Friendly even. "The name's Roxas, and you are?" Might as well be civil, he REALLY didn't want to break out into a scuffle just because he was in a bad mood after all...
Notes;; Even smaller post xD
Tag;; BLUEBERRY! FAYT!
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Post by Fayt Leingod on Jun 8, 2012 20:19:36 GMT -5
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When the other young man returned a negative answer, he also seemed to relax slightly, and even bequeathed upon him another factual nugget - the name of the island, or islands as he could now infer.
"You've been here for a while, then?" Fayt asked, before the blond's next move; he blinked as a black-gloved hand was extended to him, along with an introduction.
... Huh. Odd name, but it works for him. Grasping the proffered hand, the blueberry-haired man nodded. "Fayt. Fayt Leingod. Nice to meet you, Roxas."
Relinquishing the (somewhat stiff) grip, he walked past Roxas and took a brief glance around the tiny island. Its main feature was the gigantic tree that grew sideways for a stretch, as if making a natural bench large enough for two or three people. It ended in palm-like fronds, and curious star-shaped yellow fruit that were attached to the tree on two points.
Running his fingers over the trunk experimentally, he turned back to Roxas. "I've never seen this kind of tree before. What's it called?"
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