2 -- oo1.
[There Sphere starts out just an inch or two above the floor, where it landed when Roxas knocked it off his desk. It now floats lazily into the air, slowly bringing Roxas into view. He's facing away, and he's got no shirt on. And, for once in a blue moon, he's slowly peeling off the bandages he customarily keeps wrapped around his upper torso at all times.
For a brief second it's possible to see some of the scars spiderwebbing Roxas's chest as he turns and reaches up to pull down his medical kit from the shelving alcove above his bed. And then he's turned completely away again, pulling out a new roll of gauze and beginning to wrap.
But for a moment something is visible on his left shoulder blade. Wide across as the palm of a hand is a black tattoo in the shape of a crown. It's not long before it gets covered up with the gauze again as he loops it over his left shoulder, but it was in plain sight long enough to be noticeable.
When he finally turns around to grab his shirt off the back of his chair, he notices the Sphere recording him. His whole body goes stiff for a second before his eyes hood and he just mechanically resumes tugging the shirt on, sighing heavily.]
Nill's gone. In case anyone cared.
[pauses again, doing up the last few buttons of his shirt as he glances out the window]
So who else has a bad feeling about this planet?
For a brief second it's possible to see some of the scars spiderwebbing Roxas's chest as he turns and reaches up to pull down his medical kit from the shelving alcove above his bed. And then he's turned completely away again, pulling out a new roll of gauze and beginning to wrap.
But for a moment something is visible on his left shoulder blade. Wide across as the palm of a hand is a black tattoo in the shape of a crown. It's not long before it gets covered up with the gauze again as he loops it over his left shoulder, but it was in plain sight long enough to be noticeable.
When he finally turns around to grab his shirt off the back of his chair, he notices the Sphere recording him. His whole body goes stiff for a second before his eyes hood and he just mechanically resumes tugging the shirt on, sighing heavily.]
Nill's gone. In case anyone cared.
[pauses again, doing up the last few buttons of his shirt as he glances out the window]
So who else has a bad feeling about this planet?