It's a dark, dark night
Who: Roxas and Master Eraqus
When: February 19, after dark
Where: Sector 4, somewhere thereabouts
Summary: The oldest non-jerkface Keyblade Master in Siren's Port meets that kid who looks like his student face-to-face
It was just like the earthquake a few months ago, Roxas reflected as he cut down another darkness monster with his Keyblades. Well, not just like the earthquake-there wasn't any debris this time, just a whole lot of darkness.
The widespread panic was the same, though. He hadn't witnessed any rioting, but the grocery stores that had opened were picked clean, and there was a pervading tension in the air that even he could sense. Not that he really blamed people. An attack on the core, and now this blackout...who knew what would happen next?
He had no clue. And there was nothing he could do about that. Be he could walk the darkness and keep an eye out for buildings whose darkness protection looked fragile or failing, and stop the creatures from breaking in. He was no hero, but it was something he didn't mind doing. So he walked on, senses straining for whatever might cross his path next.
When: February 19, after dark
Where: Sector 4, somewhere thereabouts
Summary: The oldest non-jerkface Keyblade Master in Siren's Port meets that kid who looks like his student face-to-face
It was just like the earthquake a few months ago, Roxas reflected as he cut down another darkness monster with his Keyblades. Well, not just like the earthquake-there wasn't any debris this time, just a whole lot of darkness.
The widespread panic was the same, though. He hadn't witnessed any rioting, but the grocery stores that had opened were picked clean, and there was a pervading tension in the air that even he could sense. Not that he really blamed people. An attack on the core, and now this blackout...who knew what would happen next?
He had no clue. And there was nothing he could do about that. Be he could walk the darkness and keep an eye out for buildings whose darkness protection looked fragile or failing, and stop the creatures from breaking in. He was no hero, but it was something he didn't mind doing. So he walked on, senses straining for whatever might cross his path next.