Who:
puppet_paladin,
death_dahlia &
transient_lionWhere: Route 29
When: A few hours after
this. Afternoon of Aug 31, near sunset.
Summary: Squall goes off to meet Cecil, encounters Marluxia and tries to fight off bad memories from his homeworld in the process. Oh and Cecil's catatonic.
Rating: PG? >_>;;;
Log: (
A few hours had passed since his last conversation (if it could be called that) with Cecil. )
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Squall, who looked just like he had all those years ago, during the conflict that had opposed the forces of Cosmos and Chaos. As a matter of fact, Warrior of Light, Firion and Zidane had also looked just as they had back then. Why was he the only one who had aged? His own son was probably as old as they were by now!
And how would he explain the state he was in? The fresh air and the interaction had greatly helped him gather his thoughts, but he knew very well that might not last. He also knew that he couldn't tell anyone what had happened back home. Not yet. Not when all his memories were so fuzzy, as if she was still in his head. Not when he couldn't quite admit what he had done, even to himself.
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And now this. The Keyblade Master's ally, but as a youth, probably ten years younger than he was familiar with. Could it have been possible Cecil was from their world, as well?
"Greetings."
He decided to play it cool. Bringing up Heartless and Radiant Garden might only cause strife here.
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Up close, it was evident that the white haired male was much older than Squall remembered. A frown tugged at the SeeD's lips. He didn't like what he saw one bit but didn't Suzuki mention that time flowed different in this place and in other worlds? Or was it Ventus? The brunet couldn't remember. I'll worry about that later. But overall... He does look good. Better than what I was expecting. Not that I didn't already knew that...
He inclined his head absently toward the voice before looking at the speaker. "...You are?" A tinge of caution colored Squall's voice.
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He waved at Squall and tried his best to smile. His face felt numb and unresponsive, but he hoped that some of his happiness had shown. At least he could feel Cleffa doing the same; she could probably express his feelings if needed.
At Squall's words, he turned slightly toward Marluxia, but said nothing. The other man would certainly do a better job introducing himself than he could at the moment.
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Marluxia bowed his head slightly, his sharp blue eyes watching Squall through his fringe of pink bangs like a large predator cat.
His Oddish, on the other hand, was also peeking through the fringe of hair, her leaves tangled in Marluxia's hair while it watched from the loft his hood provided.
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