Waking Up With the Wolves [Closed]
Character(s): Roxas
Content: Roxas “arrives” in Paixao and wants to find someone familiar.
Setting: Muspelheim gates.
Time: Probably in the evening, after Roxas’ memory is erased, and he is returned to the gates of Paixao.
Warnings: None.
[[ooc: orz, LiveJournal has been evil. *was finally able to post* D:]]
Roxas wandered through Paixao in a daze. Why had he ended up here? Why couldn’t he remember? Why did everyone around him seem to recognize him, yet he couldn’t match any names or faces? Why, why, why? It didn’t make any sense to him, and he was having difficulty wrapping this information around his brain. All of this thinking (and not being able to come up with answers) made his head hurt, and he rubbed his thumb and index finger over the bridge of his nose as he exhaled loudly.
He paused mid-step, let his arm fall gracelessly back to his side, and glanced over his shoulder. He could see the gates, an entrance called Muspelheim, which was a strange name, he thought. Somehow, he’d found himself standing before those gates, and the keeper, the keeper had known his name. Roxas had looked somewhat taken aback as he was addressed, because surely he’d never seen this person before in his life.
Or maybe this was something akin to Heaven, and the gatekeeper was one of those all-knowing angels talked about in the Bible. It wouldn’t have surprised Roxas (despite the fact that he knew nothing about religion, or beliefs and customs), what with the strange appearance of the person, the cream colored flesh that seemed to just glow, and those (creepy) bright blue eyes. It looked otherworldly.
“What are you?” he had asked the keeper, because even as he peered through the gates of Muspelheim, he could see others that looked like him, but none that looked like Roxas. At least, none recognizable to him. He saw other people, sure, and he was sure he might have even seen a carpet, perhaps a few marsupials as well. But no, he didn’t see anyone he recognized, but maybe if he delved into the walls of the city and became acquainted with its customs and its procedures.
“Lumen,” the keeper replied simply, and then sent Roxas on his way. The Nobody didn’t question them as the gates parted and he stepped through, but now he was standing in the middle of the square, with people scuttling about and he didn’t know what to do.
A part of Roxas wanted to go find the Superior, to see if he was in this place too. If he was, then at least the blond would have more reason to relax. If he could meet with the Superior, well, then he would know that he had not ended up in Paixao by accident, or false calculation when piloting the gummi ship (but he couldn’t remember piloting the ship in the first place as it were).
Perhaps it was destiny?
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Roxas chided himself quietly, and he continued to make his way through the city. It was a huge place, and the boy knew that he couldn’t possibly circle the land within a day. It was all rolling hills and giant buildings, rooms within rooms, and Roxas couldn’t even see the sky. Nothing but a cheap imitation of such when he took the opportunity to look up at the art covering the ceilings of these pristine domes.
But still… there was something about the constantly changing walls that held his attention, if only for a few moments. He’d certainly witnessed a wider variety in the weather patterns than he’d seen in The World That Never Was just by standing in a building. It wasn’t like it was all that interesting, really, yet he was still looking, and he had to shake his head to help recollect his thoughts.
He needed to find someone that he knew, someone from the Organization. Even if he didn’t get along with many of them, they were still his comrades, right? They needed to stick together, he figured.
After all, a chain was only as strong as its weakest link.
Content: Roxas “arrives” in Paixao and wants to find someone familiar.
Setting: Muspelheim gates.
Time: Probably in the evening, after Roxas’ memory is erased, and he is returned to the gates of Paixao.
Warnings: None.
[[ooc: orz, LiveJournal has been evil. *was finally able to post* D:]]
Roxas wandered through Paixao in a daze. Why had he ended up here? Why couldn’t he remember? Why did everyone around him seem to recognize him, yet he couldn’t match any names or faces? Why, why, why? It didn’t make any sense to him, and he was having difficulty wrapping this information around his brain. All of this thinking (and not being able to come up with answers) made his head hurt, and he rubbed his thumb and index finger over the bridge of his nose as he exhaled loudly.
He paused mid-step, let his arm fall gracelessly back to his side, and glanced over his shoulder. He could see the gates, an entrance called Muspelheim, which was a strange name, he thought. Somehow, he’d found himself standing before those gates, and the keeper, the keeper had known his name. Roxas had looked somewhat taken aback as he was addressed, because surely he’d never seen this person before in his life.
Or maybe this was something akin to Heaven, and the gatekeeper was one of those all-knowing angels talked about in the Bible. It wouldn’t have surprised Roxas (despite the fact that he knew nothing about religion, or beliefs and customs), what with the strange appearance of the person, the cream colored flesh that seemed to just glow, and those (creepy) bright blue eyes. It looked otherworldly.
“What are you?” he had asked the keeper, because even as he peered through the gates of Muspelheim, he could see others that looked like him, but none that looked like Roxas. At least, none recognizable to him. He saw other people, sure, and he was sure he might have even seen a carpet, perhaps a few marsupials as well. But no, he didn’t see anyone he recognized, but maybe if he delved into the walls of the city and became acquainted with its customs and its procedures.
“Lumen,” the keeper replied simply, and then sent Roxas on his way. The Nobody didn’t question them as the gates parted and he stepped through, but now he was standing in the middle of the square, with people scuttling about and he didn’t know what to do.
A part of Roxas wanted to go find the Superior, to see if he was in this place too. If he was, then at least the blond would have more reason to relax. If he could meet with the Superior, well, then he would know that he had not ended up in Paixao by accident, or false calculation when piloting the gummi ship (but he couldn’t remember piloting the ship in the first place as it were).
Perhaps it was destiny?
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Roxas chided himself quietly, and he continued to make his way through the city. It was a huge place, and the boy knew that he couldn’t possibly circle the land within a day. It was all rolling hills and giant buildings, rooms within rooms, and Roxas couldn’t even see the sky. Nothing but a cheap imitation of such when he took the opportunity to look up at the art covering the ceilings of these pristine domes.
But still… there was something about the constantly changing walls that held his attention, if only for a few moments. He’d certainly witnessed a wider variety in the weather patterns than he’d seen in The World That Never Was just by standing in a building. It wasn’t like it was all that interesting, really, yet he was still looking, and he had to shake his head to help recollect his thoughts.
He needed to find someone that he knew, someone from the Organization. Even if he didn’t get along with many of them, they were still his comrades, right? They needed to stick together, he figured.
After all, a chain was only as strong as its weakest link.