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Who: Namine and OTA
When: Days after the cycle starts?
Where: The Phantom Train (Neutral)
What: Namine needs some alone time to gather her thoughts. . .
Type: Action or Log style are welcome.
Notes/Warnings: TBA
Going off on her own probably wasn't the best of ideas. However, Namine was in dire need to some time for herself. She needed to collect her thoughts and reevaluate what she was capable of doing. Her thoughts, her memories, some were clear as day, and others were fuzzy. What was this place?
The dark portal opened and she stepped from it. A train? She looked around. There were no mannequins in site, nor was there anyone else. This was going to have to do for now. She sat on the edge of one of the seats. Her sketch book appeared in her lap and she opened it.
Instantly she began with the simplest thing she could think of, a Shadow. She stared at the image in her book for a moment, then she held her breath and before letting the Heartless form. It was that easy. It was still that easy.
It hobbled around for a moment and she watched it. It didn't take note of her. Of course, it didn't. It wasn't a real Heartless. Just the memory of one. Still if she ever needed to make a quick escape, conjuring up a hoard of these would be an easy solution.
She waved it off, and flipped the page to sketch book. What next. . .?
She rubbed her temple when the image of someone's face appeared in her head, and even though she wasn't planning on "re-creating" him, she instinctively began drawing. Big red pants, spiky brown hair a sword that was shaped like a key.
"How could I forget you?" she whispered to herself.
When: Days after the cycle starts?
Where: The Phantom Train (Neutral)
What: Namine needs some alone time to gather her thoughts. . .
Type: Action or Log style are welcome.
Notes/Warnings: TBA
Going off on her own probably wasn't the best of ideas. However, Namine was in dire need to some time for herself. She needed to collect her thoughts and reevaluate what she was capable of doing. Her thoughts, her memories, some were clear as day, and others were fuzzy. What was this place?
The dark portal opened and she stepped from it. A train? She looked around. There were no mannequins in site, nor was there anyone else. This was going to have to do for now. She sat on the edge of one of the seats. Her sketch book appeared in her lap and she opened it.
Instantly she began with the simplest thing she could think of, a Shadow. She stared at the image in her book for a moment, then she held her breath and before letting the Heartless form. It was that easy. It was still that easy.
It hobbled around for a moment and she watched it. It didn't take note of her. Of course, it didn't. It wasn't a real Heartless. Just the memory of one. Still if she ever needed to make a quick escape, conjuring up a hoard of these would be an easy solution.
She waved it off, and flipped the page to sketch book. What next. . .?
She rubbed her temple when the image of someone's face appeared in her head, and even though she wasn't planning on "re-creating" him, she instinctively began drawing. Big red pants, spiky brown hair a sword that was shaped like a key.
"How could I forget you?" she whispered to herself.