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Characters: argent_crinis, dystopiadreams, and vatheon
Location: Plaza
Time: Afternoon
Style: Starting in prose, can change to whatever \o/
Status: Open-ish
Zexion moved silently through the bustling plaza, slightly lamenting the fact he'd told Selphie to meet him in the here, especially this time of day; the city was quite an active place.
He stood of the side next to one of the buildings and waited, his mind turning back over the bizarre reason this meeting hadn't occurred last Tuesday like it was supposed to have.
He just couldn't think of a good reason for why he had slept for over a week. He considered the possibility that it had been a result of arriving here after dying, but, he didn't exactly have anyone he could ask to confirm that theory. There were just too many questions Zexion couldn't answer.
Location: Plaza
Time: Afternoon
Style: Starting in prose, can change to whatever \o/
Status: Open-ish
Zexion moved silently through the bustling plaza, slightly lamenting the fact he'd told Selphie to meet him in the here, especially this time of day; the city was quite an active place.
He stood of the side next to one of the buildings and waited, his mind turning back over the bizarre reason this meeting hadn't occurred last Tuesday like it was supposed to have.
He just couldn't think of a good reason for why he had slept for over a week. He considered the possibility that it had been a result of arriving here after dying, but, he didn't exactly have anyone he could ask to confirm that theory. There were just too many questions Zexion couldn't answer.