Characters: Roxas and OPEN
Setting/Location: The halls of the Beast's Castle
Date & Time: Day Six, after the prisoners were released
Warnings: Uh. None. Does derp count?
Summary: Roxas thinks he knows the place and promptly sets off. He doesn't realize this is not the same Beast's Castle that he thinks it is. Predictably... He gets lost.
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Cue Waltz of the Damned -- Oh, wait, no... )
Lightning brushed past him as she continued her way down the hall, doing a good job of ignoring the elaborate decorations and scenes in favor of actually navigating this place. From what she could tell, the cells weren't that far from here, maybe behind the structure? In any case, Serah wasn't going to find her own way out of this place, not without some help on her part at least.
"This place cant' be that hard to manage."
She stops her walking to look over her shoulder, eying Roxas with a curious look and a raised brow before continuing again, turning the corner as she tried to visualize where the cells would be.
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"I thought this was somewhere I knew."
But she's all ready moving on past him. His frown deepens. Did she even hear him? What's the point of talking to someone if you're just going to walk off like that?
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She pauses, midstep before turning back, brow raised all the while as she tries to piece together what he meant by that. Was it possible that he was here once before?
"What do you mean you thought you knew? You recognize this place?"
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"There's a Beast's Castle where I come from. But this doesn't look anything like it."
After sitting around in that cell listening to people talk and watching the messages on that network thing, Roxas knows now that there are people from all kinds of worlds here. The first step in a mission is to not get spotted, but that's unavoidable here. So the best way to blend in and not seem suspicious is to act like everyone else, right? That's what Roxas figures, anyway.
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She crosses her arms and stares at him, unable to recognize him as a passenger of the caravan. Not to say that she could match every face with a name but considering how much exploring and familiarizing she did, it seemed odd that a face would be so foreign to her. That is, unless...
"Were you one of the people trapped in the cells?"
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Roxas doesn't know what to make of her body language or her expression. He watches her silently as she thinks, uncertain what to think of her.
"Yeah, I am."
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"Maybe you can help me out then. Where exactly are the cells? I'm...looking for someone."
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"I'm looking for someone, too. She's a girl, about my height. She's got black hair and a coat like mine. Her name's Xion."
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"Xion? I know her. She's young, approximately your age...last I checked, she was on the caravan."
And well, a deal's a deal, right? If Roxas was helping her out now, then she should at least try to return the favor.
"I can lead you back there after we're finished here."
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"Okay." He nods. "Thank you."
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"By any chance, are you one of those...keyblade masters?"
She makes a vague motion with her hand, unsure if he even knows what she's talking about. It's kind of a shot in the dark, but she's curious.
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"Yeah, I am." He blinks, surprised. Xion's been telling people about the Keyblades? Well... If he thinks about it, he can't imagine why they'd have to be kept secret. He doesn't know if Saïx would be happy about that, though.
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