[Plot Post] The Wagon Comes...

[wyld_caravan]

Today's reality is no less bent than the last. Mist hangs low, not quite crystallized to frost yet. And finally they arrive.

In the cool of mid-afternoon, the sound of steady drums and melodious voices wafts and settles over the city. It is the restless road-song of nomads and wanderers, and it stirs at every heart

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[onlytwilight]

[Roxas comes to the carts, glancing around tentatively. The last time people wandered into World's End like this, they were Can-Toi, but this looks like a...market, if anything.

He's not sure what to do, but he approaches anyway, glancing around.]

[wyld_caravan]

[One of strangers notices him, steps forward lithe and swathed in the colors of autumn.]

Who are you?

[The voice like like two overlapping, one chanting over the other, and one hand beckons the boy closer.]

First to come, first to seek,
First to brave the foreigner,
What are your ways?

[onlytwilight]

[Riddlers.]

I'm Roxas.

[A pause, and he raises an eyebrow.] ...My ways?

[wyld_caravan]

Roxas...

[In the span of moments, it is turned over thoughtfully a hundred times over on their mouths. A thing of importance.]

Such a brief name. No sobriquets? No titles or lineages or occupations? Who else are you?

[onlytwilight]

[A pause.]

Number XIII. Key of Destiny.

...But that's not me anymore. I'm not one of them any longer.

[wyld_caravan]

Key of Destiny? And master of his own fate. Now that is far more interesting.

[The Raksha smiles cunningly, peers close enough through the veils to meet the boy's eyes. Something like mist takes form in the creature's hand.]

A forsaken name, and 'them'? Now tell me, then...who holds your heart grace?

[onlytwilight]

[He frowns, but says nothing to agree or contradict the comment. Instead, he steps away as the creature moves.]

...What? No one holds my heart. Sorry.

[wyld_caravan]

Then...is it shared by many?

[The unshaped takes a closer step, not really leering so much as fascinated.]

Come, tell us your tale, the tale of your name,
No two come to any being the same
And then, perhaps, the legend of this place,
After all, this world have such tales to tell!

[onlytwilight]

No...not really.

[He's bewildered at the attention, at the rhyming, and the very look of this one.]

I was given my name by Xemnas. My heart... I don't know if I even have one.

[wyld_caravan]

Xemnas...that is the entity which named you and woke you, from beyond the wyld chaos?

[Drawing up close to eye level, pressing in all too close for comfort and without any conscious thought that it might be intrusive to personal space.]

A paradox indeed, that you live! For all creatures of will [A finger taps the center of his forehead, then the center of his breastbone.] also have hearts, hearts at the core of their making.