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[slippedamickey]

WHO: slippedamickey, OPEN
LOCATION: Traverse Town
TIME: Right now!
WHAT: Oswald's stewing a bit in Traverse Town. That's...pretty much it.
RATING: PG!

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[swornoath]

Frog had interrupted his search across the worlds with a stop back at Traverse Town, to rest and resupply. He had his own fair share of brooding to do. With each world he searched and turned up no results, the bleaker things began to look for him ever finding his Queen. Even if she had survived their worlds distruction, and was spirited away to parts unknown, what then? Most worlds were infested by Heartless; they would have claimed her by now. But what if they hadn't? What if she was trapped somewhere, held captive, or worse?

There were too many 'what if's, and Frog's inherent sense of duty meant he simply had to keep going until he found her.

He could've used a drink or two, though, so when he entered what he thought was a standard fare tavern -- cafes were completely unfamiliar to him -- he was disappointed to find they would not serve ale. And 'coffee'? What was that bitter-smelling substance? With a majority of the menu completely unfamiliar to a warrior from the Middle Ages, he simply settled for plain water. The frog-man

[slippedamickey]

"...You want to give me a free refill?"

Oswald blinked. But when the moogle responded that anything that was for the king, his confusion turned into annoyance.

"No, I'm not the king." He popped down his cup. "Just gimme another one of these...chocolate...things."

[swornoath]

The conversation with the moogle caught Frog's attention; he recognised Oswald's voice from their conversation on the communicators. He was curious about the rabbit, he had to admit, but he was quickly learning that all manner of creatures were common in various worlds, not just humans. People like Frog were more a norm than an exception.

"You seem in an ill humour, friend," Frog croaked as the moogle flitted away, helping himself to a seat opposite Oswald. "Were you unvictorious in your duel?"

[slippedamickey]

"...Oh, hey." He recognized the frog from the conversation yet. He takes another dejected sip of his almost-gone drink. "I haven't had it yet. The mouse hasn't responded at all!"

[swornoath]

"He has no wish to defend his honour, or settle your quarrel?" The idea was unthinkable to Frog, being from a time of knights and ideas of chivalry as he was. "Even a king ought to settle his disputes himself. I'd heard many things about him, but a coward was not one of them."

[slippedamickey]

"Eh, I'm just not surprised." Slurrrrp. "But...it just makes me want to settle the score more. I want it so badly!"

[swornoath]

"I know that feeling well," said Frog. He gave the rabbit's mocha a dubious look; he couldn't imagine why anyone would drink such a strange-looking, and smelling, liquid. After draining some of his own drink, he continued, "You wish to exact your revenge for the wrongs he has done you at any cost, correct? You feel you'll never be content again until you have, and you've naught to lose, because he has already taken it all from you."

It was guesswork; he didn't know the specifics of Oswald's situation. But he was speaking from experience, and he had a feeling their situations held similarities.

[slippedamickey]

Oswald's response is a shaking fist slamming on the table. Of course. It's quite clear that Frog just voiced...pretty much everything on his mind. And still the mouse had not appeared. And Oswald wouldn't, couldn't feel like he had accomplished anything until he'd beaten him!

[swornoath]

Some of the other patrons, not to mention the moogles, looked around in alarm, but Frog was unfazed. He'd expected a reaction like that.

"If you wish for my counsel based on my own experiences, then I will give it," he croaked, as the people around them gradually stopped staring and went back to what they were doing. "Both you and this king have a common enemy in the Heartless. It is the darkness that swallows people's homes, that seeks to consume both you, him, and all else in its path. It was dishonourable of him to disregard your call to fight, I agree. But seeking revenge will not alter what is already past, or restore aught you lost. It will not erase your anger or grief."

[slippedamickey]

"Then what do I do?!" Oswald looked down. "There's nothing for me without it!"

[swornoath]

"You have a home to fight for," Frog said, matter-of-factly, "and a future to live. There is a saying: the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I do not know yours and King Mickey's history, but from all I have heard, he seeks to erase the darkness most vehemently. You do not have to ally yourself with him, or forgive him, but his foe is your foe. Take that into consideration."

[slippedamickey]

See this look on his face?

This is Oswald trying really, really hard not to admit that maybe - just maybe, stay with us - Frog might have a point there. Instead, of course, he starts drinking the new mocha brought to him, still pouting.

Slurrrrrrrrrp.

[swornoath]

Frog ignored that unseemly pouting and busied himself with draining his own drink in silence, leaving Oswald to stew his words over on his own. Really, if Frog could let go of his hatred of Magus, he imagined this rabbit could do the same with Mickey, who seemed a beloved king by many. Magus had been a far lesser man than that.

Once he'd had sufficient time to dwell on that, Frog broke the silence. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I am Frog."

[slippedamickey]

"...Frog?" That raises an eyebrow as Oswald finishes sipping. "...Your name is...Frog. Isn't that all redundant and stuff when you introduce yourself? 'Frog the Frog'?"

He frowns.

"You look like a Frank, or a Freddy. In fact, I wanna call you Frank from now on. Anyhow, name here's Oswald the Lucky Rabbit."

[swornoath]

Frog looks vaguely bemused. "If Frog is not to your liking, my name is Glenn." Most certainly not a Frank or a Freddy, that's for sure. But Frog is simply the name he's gone by for so long, and what Marle and Lucca still call him even here, that he simply introduces himself by it to avoid confusion. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Oswald."

[slippedamickey]

"Glenn, huh?" Oswald rubs his chin. "Hnnn...yeah, I guess I could kinda see you bein' a Glenn. Least it's not Mortimer, then I'd definitely be callin' you Frank."

Judging by his tone, names are somewhat important in the scheme of things - and he clearly knew a Mortimer somewhere. And it did not end well.

"Yeah, good t'meet you and such, Glenn."