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[slippedamickey]

WHO: slippedamickey, OPEN
LOCATION: Traverse Town
TIME: Right now!
WHAT: Oswald's stewing a bit in Traverse Town. That's...pretty much it.
RATING: PG!

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[swornoath]

Frog had interrupted his search across the worlds with a stop back at Traverse Town, to rest and resupply. He had his own fair share of brooding to do. With each world he searched and turned up no results, the bleaker things began to look for him ever finding his Queen. Even if she had survived their worlds distruction, and was spirited away to parts unknown, what then? Most worlds were infested by Heartless; they would have claimed her by now. But what if they hadn't? What if she was trapped somewhere, held captive, or worse?

There were too many 'what if's, and Frog's inherent sense of duty meant he simply had to keep going until he found her.

He could've used a drink or two, though, so when he entered what he thought was a standard fare tavern -- cafes were completely unfamiliar to him -- he was disappointed to find they would not serve ale. And 'coffee'? What was that bitter-smelling substance? With a majority of the menu completely unfamiliar to a warrior from the Middle Ages, he simply settled for plain water. The frog-man

[swornoath]

"Mortimer? Certainly not." It doesn't take a genius to figure out Oswald has bad associations with that name, but Frog doesn't pry. He'll elaborate if he wants to. "What, pray tell, makes you a lucky rabbit?" It sounded better than being a cursed frog, that much he guessed.

[slippedamickey]

"Heh." There was a pause. "Y'know, I'm not so sure what makes me lucky anymore. The way everything's gone, it's got to be bad luck, that's for sure."

[swornoath]

Frog croaked his agreement. "The Heartless were an ill stroke of luck for all of us. But I am a believer a man can make his own fortunes." He rested a hand on the sheathed Masamune at his hip. It was proof enough of that.

[slippedamickey]

"I dunno." At this, the hand around Oswald's drink tightened slightly. "Where I come from, it's all about other people. If others don't remember you, or you get forgotten, you might as well not exist."

[swornoath]

"Is that not true of anywhere?" Frog responded, not quite realising how literally Oswald had meant it. "Should you perish with none to remember you, it would be as though you truly never did exist."

The past had given Frog something of a... morbid outlook on certain matters.

[slippedamickey]

"You've never been to the Wasteland." There was a pause. "You have to go there if you're forgotten. Like me. I was the first one everyone forgot...the first one who lost my heart."

[swornoath]

That took Frog completely aback. "Your heart?! But you cannot be... one of them...?!" A Heartless? They didn't talk, and they certainly didn't hold conversations. They only had instinct to kill -- Oswald couldn't possibly be like them.

[slippedamickey]

"Eh?" Oswald blinked. "One of what?"

It took a moment for the bunny to figure out what Glenn meant. Because, well. Kingdom Hearts. He forgot.

"...Oh." Oswald frowned. "'M not like that. I mean, yeah...we'd all give anything and then some for a heart again, but...we don't go around eating up worlds! We can't even leave the Wasteland without a heart..."

[swornoath]

"But you are here now, are you not? This is no wasteland," Frog responded. He still looked surprised, but he seemed to take Oswald's word for it. "How would you go about finding your heart again? Is there a way?"