Reflection

Apr 05, 2007 05:00

Glad to see the weapons work, even in a completely different place. My new "companions" are a varied folk indeed. The girl Rinoa seems to be attracted to this Robert chap, but I don't think she's very serious. She seems all right, I suppose. I haven't gotten to make much small talk yet, but then I've never really been one for that sort of thing these past few years. Most talk gave away to action, and that in itself led to a rather nasty business which I see I may have to recall in this strange new place.

Sora is indeed something of an enigma. Playfully naive but with a sense of adventure and duty, I think. There is also something very powerful about him, although I can't quite put my finger on what that might be. He speaks of companions he's lost, which sound very similar to the kind of off the wall characters I've gotten used to meeting. They seemed to be quite used to traveling to different worlds, unlike me, who have only traveled in-between hell and back...well, and Wonderland of course. I want to know more about these other worlds, so I guess my natural curiosity hasn't dimmed after all. Still, there are interesting characters I'm getting to know besides these others because of this device: one of them being a rather fetching man(aside from being dead) by the name of Jack Skellington. I'm not sure why, but I think I would like to speak to him again. I would be very curious to know what sort of world he is from. He claims to a Pumpkin king. He seems eloquent, so I think I will put aside my past encounters with royalty and honor him with that title. However, I will refrain from the "yes your majesty" bit, as I find that whole thing quite tiresome.

Will keep an eye on Robert however. I see things in him that are a bit similar to me like our fascination with Sora, but something about him seems a bit more sinister. Of course, I can hardly consider myself any less sinister than he. Part of me wants very much to use the weapons again. I must restrain myself lest the group think I'm some sort of psychotic teenager bent on arson and death. Because I'm not, I think.

Still, this second train is terribly boring. What I would give for that layabout Caterpillar's hookah to lull me to sleep.
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