Sackboy had already explored the confines of the small cell. Whoever had made the room, it certainly was boring, but perhaps it would get more interesting once all the people that were laying around on the floors got up and started talking. Talking always made things more interesting, gave her something to, and he liked that, already he was itching to get to somewhere interesting where he could add to his sticker collection and make new things.
Oh! One of them was waking up! He padded across the floor, climbing over a few of the still sleeping people to get over to where the pretty lady was waking up and looking confused. He waved from where he was standing, trying to get her attention as his little knitted mouth spread in a large smile. Okay, so her perch was another person, but he was still asleep so he wouldn't mind hopefully. And the small sackperson wasn't very heavy, so there really shouldn't be a problem.
The voice he heard was low and distant, but somehow it sufficed to wake him up, his eyes slowly opening as he tried to focus. He couldn't tell whether he was dreaming, and his mind was still too fogged for him to comprehend what was happening. Where was he? He couldn't even remember the last thing he'd seen, and this place was definitely not familiar; it was small, darkish and cold, and awaking seemed way harder than it should have been...
And then it hit him.
"Serah!" he shouted as he sat swiftly, suddenly wide awake.
He had felt something on his leg, and of course, his bride to be had been the first thing to cross his mind; but Serah wasn't there. Nor were any of his friends, for that matter. Frowning slightly, Snow tried to focus again, his eyes fixed on the small form standing on his leg. It looked like a doll...
... and it was moving."Whoa!" he exclaimed, his fists ready to punch the hell out of it. "What is this
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Seeing other people in the room...or...cell, caused an audible hiss from Cassandra. Her fingers curled up into claws, but she kept them at her sides, for a moment. There seemed to be an entire pile of people along the floor. Only one was awake, it seemed. And she had no idea who he was. The first thing she did notice about him, however, was the color of his hair. It reminded her of Apollo and caused a slight flutter of fear in her heart, before she saw that he was decidedly not Apollo. The second thing she noticed about him was that he appeared to have a doll or puppet of some kind. That was unusual.
"Who are you?" she demanded. She supposed that he probably wasn't responsible for their confinement, not if he was a prisoner too. But that didn't mean he was a friend either.
Cassandra noticed some subtle movement of the doll. She couldn't see any strings which led, of course, to the most absurd conclusion. It was somehow alive. "What are you?" she asked it, narrowing her eyes slightly to mask her rising terror.
Whoa! Sackboy jumped back when the larger of the two awake people looked at him like he wanted to try and throw him across the room. He didn't seem like he was going to do anything right now though, so the little doll relaxed a bit, climbing off his leg and onto the floor. He couldn't really answer the question that they both asked, so he simply pointed at himself. Who was he? Sackboy didn't know really, he was Sackboy and that was all that had ever really mattered.
He walked over to the lady and smiled up at her, she was pretty, and she didn't seem ready to hit him, so that seemed to be his first choice for a new friend. He was sure that the big guy was just startled, so once he calmed down they could be friends, but right now maybe he just needed some space. Sackboy waved up at Cassandra again with his smile still in place as he waited for a reply that wasn't questioning what he was.
Snow watched as the doll pointed at itself and then proceeded to walk away, up to the woman he finally noticed. So it was alive, somehow, small and smiling and moving, and he felt uneasy now for having scared the little thing away.
"Hey, lil' guy," he said, getting back on his feet slowly. "I uh... I'm sorry."
He offered him a smile he hoped was reassuring enough, and he walked up to them slowly, trying to seem as harmless as possible; the small cell made him look gigantic, and the size of his odd companion just made everything worse.
"I'm Snow Villiers," he introduced himself then, reaching out his hand to help the lady stand up, if she wanted. "D'you have any idea where we are?"
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Oh! One of them was waking up! He padded across the floor, climbing over a few of the still sleeping people to get over to where the pretty lady was waking up and looking confused. He waved from where he was standing, trying to get her attention as his little knitted mouth spread in a large smile. Okay, so her perch was another person, but he was still asleep so he wouldn't mind hopefully. And the small sackperson wasn't very heavy, so there really shouldn't be a problem.
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The voice he heard was low and distant, but somehow it sufficed to wake him up, his eyes slowly opening as he tried to focus. He couldn't tell whether he was dreaming, and his mind was still too fogged for him to comprehend what was happening. Where was he? He couldn't even remember the last thing he'd seen, and this place was definitely not familiar; it was small, darkish and cold, and awaking seemed way harder than it should have been...
And then it hit him.
"Serah!" he shouted as he sat swiftly, suddenly wide awake.
He had felt something on his leg, and of course, his bride to be had been the first thing to cross his mind; but Serah wasn't there. Nor were any of his friends, for that matter. Frowning slightly, Snow tried to focus again, his eyes fixed on the small form standing on his leg. It looked like a doll...
... and it was moving."Whoa!" he exclaimed, his fists ready to punch the hell out of it. "What is this ( ... )
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"Who are you?" she demanded. She supposed that he probably wasn't responsible for their confinement, not if he was a prisoner too. But that didn't mean he was a friend either.
Cassandra noticed some subtle movement of the doll. She couldn't see any strings which led, of course, to the most absurd conclusion. It was somehow alive. "What are you?" she asked it, narrowing her eyes slightly to mask her rising terror.
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He walked over to the lady and smiled up at her, she was pretty, and she didn't seem ready to hit him, so that seemed to be his first choice for a new friend. He was sure that the big guy was just startled, so once he calmed down they could be friends, but right now maybe he just needed some space. Sackboy waved up at Cassandra again with his smile still in place as he waited for a reply that wasn't questioning what he was.
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"Hey, lil' guy," he said, getting back on his feet slowly. "I uh... I'm sorry."
He offered him a smile he hoped was reassuring enough, and he walked up to them slowly, trying to seem as harmless as possible; the small cell made him look gigantic, and the size of his odd companion just made everything worse.
"I'm Snow Villiers," he introduced himself then, reaching out his hand to help the lady stand up, if she wanted. "D'you have any idea where we are?"
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