first question
Who: Roxas, open!
What: Arriving in a strange world, Roxas naturally wants to know what happened.
Where: On the path traveling from the Hub to the Observatory.
When: August 5th, morning.
He'd looked to the desert first. Every sign had pointed him towards boarding the train, and there was no reason to trust the signs on this world. What kind of place made shadows fail him and -- what had the speakers said? Build a better future with your help.
They wanted to use this universe.
That ambition sounded a little too familiar for Roxas's tastes. But, faced with the choice between flinging himself into endless sand with only the sun's company to bleach him dry, and a network... Well, he could always come back to the desert if the Hub turned out to be less than helpful.
So he emerged from the train, hood up and a Keyblade in each hand. The weight of them hung strange and raw and oddly new in his grip, but he pushed down the thought. The Hub didn't look much like any world he'd ever been to. The place was half-drowned. Water everywhere, and no Overseer in sight. If the voice on the train had lied about that... then what else could have been a lie?
His shoulders tensed as he glanced around. There were two pathways clear of water. Neither looked very active. After a beat, Roxas settled on the lower. He started a quick, steady stride, making for the Observatory and trying to figure out the world he'd landed on.
What was going on?
What: Arriving in a strange world, Roxas naturally wants to know what happened.
Where: On the path traveling from the Hub to the Observatory.
When: August 5th, morning.
He'd looked to the desert first. Every sign had pointed him towards boarding the train, and there was no reason to trust the signs on this world. What kind of place made shadows fail him and -- what had the speakers said? Build a better future with your help.
They wanted to use this universe.
That ambition sounded a little too familiar for Roxas's tastes. But, faced with the choice between flinging himself into endless sand with only the sun's company to bleach him dry, and a network... Well, he could always come back to the desert if the Hub turned out to be less than helpful.
So he emerged from the train, hood up and a Keyblade in each hand. The weight of them hung strange and raw and oddly new in his grip, but he pushed down the thought. The Hub didn't look much like any world he'd ever been to. The place was half-drowned. Water everywhere, and no Overseer in sight. If the voice on the train had lied about that... then what else could have been a lie?
His shoulders tensed as he glanced around. There were two pathways clear of water. Neither looked very active. After a beat, Roxas settled on the lower. He started a quick, steady stride, making for the Observatory and trying to figure out the world he'd landed on.
What was going on?