Comeuppance
Who: zealouspeter, soldiershin, and caliginose
When: Early evening, before the sirens.
Where: Sector Five, outside a little family-run grocery with an excellent selection of locally-grown loose leaf tea (this is very important)
Summary: Xehanort is minding his own business, taking a break from his "hobbies" to pick up a few things while Vanitas his usual errand boy is busy with other tasks. Unfortunate, that, considering today is the day that a certain pair of Mu decide to attempt to retrieve a stolen item.
Warnings: Young kids beating up an old man for no reason?
It had perhaps been too much to hope that the weather would have improved by the time he finally chose to venture away from his work for however brief a time. His immersion had been total and the returns heartening, so that his focus had been on his progress and little else, save what was absolutely necessary for him to continue to function properly (he had learned, during this time, that Vanitas was a poor cook and the Heartless even poorer). It had certainly seemed to him, taking those steps out of the dimly-lit and quietly humming basement, that weeks and months had passed, not days.
Wishful thinking, that. The papers he had glanced over had claimed that temperatures were on the rise, but a cold wind blew and the trees remained as stark and as bare as they had been for the last several months.
An irony, perhaps? The door of the small store swung shut behind him, sending him away with the soft jingle of a bell and the muffled sound of his boots on the weathered pavement and the crinkling of the paper bags in his hands. The street could pass for empty, with only a few retreating pedestrians off in the distance. While it was not yet the hour of caution and fleeing, so much had occurred in the past weeks that few seemed willing to occupy the city any longer than absolutely necessary. Or Fate's joke, to keep me on an island that I cannot escape.
At the next turn, where an alley was wreathed in shadow, he would construct a portal for himself to take him home. But for now, Xehanort, his head lowered and his attention turned inward, thought of the star-shaped fruit on his desk.
When: Early evening, before the sirens.
Where: Sector Five, outside a little family-run grocery with an excellent selection of locally-grown loose leaf tea (this is very important)
Summary: Xehanort is minding his own business, taking a break from his "hobbies" to pick up a few things while Vanitas his usual errand boy is busy with other tasks. Unfortunate, that, considering today is the day that a certain pair of Mu decide to attempt to retrieve a stolen item.
Warnings: Young kids beating up an old man for no reason?
It had perhaps been too much to hope that the weather would have improved by the time he finally chose to venture away from his work for however brief a time. His immersion had been total and the returns heartening, so that his focus had been on his progress and little else, save what was absolutely necessary for him to continue to function properly (he had learned, during this time, that Vanitas was a poor cook and the Heartless even poorer). It had certainly seemed to him, taking those steps out of the dimly-lit and quietly humming basement, that weeks and months had passed, not days.
Wishful thinking, that. The papers he had glanced over had claimed that temperatures were on the rise, but a cold wind blew and the trees remained as stark and as bare as they had been for the last several months.
An irony, perhaps? The door of the small store swung shut behind him, sending him away with the soft jingle of a bell and the muffled sound of his boots on the weathered pavement and the crinkling of the paper bags in his hands. The street could pass for empty, with only a few retreating pedestrians off in the distance. While it was not yet the hour of caution and fleeing, so much had occurred in the past weeks that few seemed willing to occupy the city any longer than absolutely necessary. Or Fate's joke, to keep me on an island that I cannot escape.
At the next turn, where an alley was wreathed in shadow, he would construct a portal for himself to take him home. But for now, Xehanort, his head lowered and his attention turned inward, thought of the star-shaped fruit on his desk.