oo2.
[And so Roxas has found his way to the Enviro-Dome. Not only that, but he's currently standing on a beach. He seems to have lost his shoes and a bit of his clothing somewhere along the way, leaving him in a sleeveless black top without his usual grey jacket over it. He's just staring out over the water.
One of the robots is hovering near him, barraging him with questions that he isn't paying attention to. "What's your name?" "What's your favorite color?" "What's the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?" all go by without response.
"What do you love?" finally makes him glance over. In a flash of movement - something glittered in his hand, just for a second - Roxas has, ostensibly, attacked the thing, but the spheres merely separated and shifted around to avoid the blow]
Nothing.
[So he walks further down the beach and right into the water until it's around his calves, head tilted back, steadfastly ignoring the robot from hereon out]
Too bad it's not really real.
One of the robots is hovering near him, barraging him with questions that he isn't paying attention to. "What's your name?" "What's your favorite color?" "What's the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?" all go by without response.
"What do you love?" finally makes him glance over. In a flash of movement - something glittered in his hand, just for a second - Roxas has, ostensibly, attacked the thing, but the spheres merely separated and shifted around to avoid the blow]
Nothing.
[So he walks further down the beach and right into the water until it's around his calves, head tilted back, steadfastly ignoring the robot from hereon out]
Too bad it's not really real.