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Who: Auron-ra, Roxas-ra-- okay I'll stop that now 8D. Auron, Roxas, Rikku, Tifa, possibly more.
When: After Braska gets Braska-napped.
Where: Near the ShuRa headquarters.
Rating: PG for nao.
Warnings: Possibly violentia.
Summary: So, there was this exclusive party. Search party. That just keeps growing by the minute. Wow, Braska, you sure are loved.
It really hadn't taken long, Auron reflected. Death had kept him apart from Braska - death and duty and necessity, all wrapped up in a journey that would last ten, long years. And now... beyond all hope, they'd finally had a chance to meet--
--he'd let his Summoner slip between his fingers.
His jaw clicked as he ground his teeth. He'd been careless. He'd known that Seymour was here, and dismissed him out of hand. A threat, yes, but a distant one. One that he'd have time to deal with later.
Now... now there was no later.
Dirt and gravel crunched underfoot as he paced, tension radiating off him in waves. It was easy for the mind to conjure up a thousand nightmare scenarios, each more horrific than the worst. And the damned waiting didn't help. Rikku was competent, he knew, but she was just a kid. And this Roxas, who claimed to be a shadow of Sora... kids. Both of them.
He reached the end of the street and pivotted, stalking off in the other direction. Restlessness ate at his very nerves.
Getting them embroiled in danger wasn't something he was keen on doing, but they'd insisted. And besides, he had little choice. The city was... huge. Too many hiding places. He couldn't cover all of it himself.
Crunch.
Seymour. Thrice damned Seymour, with his smug smile, and his aura of misplaced confidence. A fool, but Auron was the bigger fool for expecting the half-Guado to stay out of trouble, wasn't he?
Crunch.
Ten minutes, Rikku had said. Ten minutes and neither she nor Roxas was here. Damnit. Growling under his breath, he turned and stalked back down the street.
Ten minutes.
Eleven.
Twelve.
When: After Braska gets Braska-napped.
Where: Near the ShuRa headquarters.
Rating: PG for nao.
Warnings: Possibly violentia.
Summary: So, there was this exclusive party. Search party. That just keeps growing by the minute. Wow, Braska, you sure are loved.
It really hadn't taken long, Auron reflected. Death had kept him apart from Braska - death and duty and necessity, all wrapped up in a journey that would last ten, long years. And now... beyond all hope, they'd finally had a chance to meet--
--he'd let his Summoner slip between his fingers.
His jaw clicked as he ground his teeth. He'd been careless. He'd known that Seymour was here, and dismissed him out of hand. A threat, yes, but a distant one. One that he'd have time to deal with later.
Now... now there was no later.
Dirt and gravel crunched underfoot as he paced, tension radiating off him in waves. It was easy for the mind to conjure up a thousand nightmare scenarios, each more horrific than the worst. And the damned waiting didn't help. Rikku was competent, he knew, but she was just a kid. And this Roxas, who claimed to be a shadow of Sora... kids. Both of them.
He reached the end of the street and pivotted, stalking off in the other direction. Restlessness ate at his very nerves.
Getting them embroiled in danger wasn't something he was keen on doing, but they'd insisted. And besides, he had little choice. The city was... huge. Too many hiding places. He couldn't cover all of it himself.
Crunch.
Seymour. Thrice damned Seymour, with his smug smile, and his aura of misplaced confidence. A fool, but Auron was the bigger fool for expecting the half-Guado to stay out of trouble, wasn't he?
Crunch.
Ten minutes, Rikku had said. Ten minutes and neither she nor Roxas was here. Damnit. Growling under his breath, he turned and stalked back down the street.
Ten minutes.
Eleven.
Twelve.