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Uh, hey!
[Hey look, another relatively pleased looking person on the network! Rox looked around behind him, trying to tone down the awkward smile.]
So- for one, I just put in to become the new librarian, and I was wondering if anyone else here actually has a job. Just curiosity, don't worry.
[He froofed his hair, looking even more awkward than before.]
But, uh...I was also wondering if anyone had heard any rumors about the tower. It might be good to, well, categorize them I guess, and try to debunk them. I know about that weird hand-print room, but...what else should be investigated?
[...he may or may not be making the Seven Wonders of the Tower of Animus.]
[Hey look, another relatively pleased looking person on the network! Rox looked around behind him, trying to tone down the awkward smile.]
So- for one, I just put in to become the new librarian, and I was wondering if anyone else here actually has a job. Just curiosity, don't worry.
[He froofed his hair, looking even more awkward than before.]
But, uh...I was also wondering if anyone had heard any rumors about the tower. It might be good to, well, categorize them I guess, and try to debunk them. I know about that weird hand-print room, but...what else should be investigated?
[...he may or may not be making the Seven Wonders of the Tower of Animus.]
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Yeah...that was one of the first things I cleaned up. I still had a bit of a mess over in that corner... [Rox looked away, a bit embarrassed, but turned back.] I want to try reorganizing everything so people don't have what they want all spread out between two libraries, but...that's a lot of stairs, and a lot of books.
[Rox rubbed half his face, giving a sigh.] It...it was so strange. Everything was so quiet, and I couldn't find anyone. I almost considered going to this supposedly haunted mansion in town, but I didn't want to try my luck. [
Smartest thing you ever did, Rox.] So this is my reward? It still has all the munny in it...but I can't imagine what I could spend it on. There's nothing to buy here. [He was...just going to leave out the sentimental value of the pouch.]no subject
[Naminé watches his embarrassment with a little of her own, realizing only now that that was probably not the best thing to bring up. Her eyes drift downward briefly until he turns back, at which point her gaze snaps back up. She tilts her head slightly at his idea, clearly considering it.] That sounds like a good idea. [As long as the people who run the tower don't interfere, of course. They might have put things in two libraries for a reason.] ...As long as no one minds. But-- you're right, that would be a lot of work. [Hm.... Oh!] I could help, if you want.
[The mention of the mansion makes her tense ever so slightly, but it's nearly imperceptible.
Definitely a good thing, yes.] ... I'm sorry. [For a lot of things, really.] That... sounds like it was hard. [Ah, but perhaps it was better to focus on something else.] The rewards I've heard about weren't all practical. Maybe they had something else in mind.no subject
Not really hard, just frustrating. [A groan, and he rubbed his forehead with as little shifting of his posture as possible.] I still don't believe the world destruction stuff. I never left Twilight Town, but I'm sure there's more out there- everything can't be gone. That's impossible.
[He perked, quirking his head to the side at the mention of the rewards again.] Huh. It was a good reward, I guess. I mean... [A pause.] I'm...I'm glad I have it.
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[Ah, it's true-- he's braver than her. Perhaps she might have had a hard time, but... he's different. As for the part about it being impossible...] ... You'd be surprised. [She admits it quietly, expression hard to read. It's so much easier for a world to be destroyed than people realize, and yet if the worlds are still there to be visited then it probably wasn't the Heartless' doing. However, she can't just leave it at that - she has to try to be encouraging.] But things like that can be faked. Besides, even if it wasn't, you're right - with so many worlds out there, it seems like there would still be at least a few of them that are okay. This one is.
[The edges of her mouth ease upward. He, at least, seems to have gotten something he's okay with, and she's pleased for his sake.] Then... congratulations. I'm happy for you.
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I can't believe it. [Rox almost pressed his hand against his chest, but gave a short laugh and dropped his arms all together when he realized it. Too embarrassing.] I just...know, I guess. It's weird.
[He gave a more somber nod, a bit mixed between being pleased and serious.] I miss my friends, still. I guess that's not normal. To be honest, I guess I'm a little jealous of some of the people here...they have their friends and loved ones, even if only for a little while. [The pouch, presumably, was glanced down at, but it was off screen.] ...I don't.
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[She watches him quietly, curious about what he'd meant to do. She can guess; her hands curl more tightly together off-screen as she considers doing just that herself but decides against it. Her mouth threatens to turn downward but she holds it back. She's hesitant to ask, but she thinks she probably should, if only to attempt to accurately assess what it is he's going through - she knows it would make no sense, since both of them are Nobodies, and yet...] Your heart's telling you that they're wrong? [It's definitely a question with just a touch of suggestion, like she's offering the possible end of a sentence.]
[Despite her best efforts, her expression steadily becomes more and more somber itself. His friends--.... Simultaneously, she wishes that she could and hates the idea of telling him the truth, that those friends, the way he knows them, are not real, that the only 'real' friends he'd ever had weren't really all that real, either. He asked for ignorance and she continues to oblige him, and at once she feels both guilty and relieved. She tries to hide it, but it's there, lurking in the edges of her expression. She wishes there was something she could do, but anything she might have been able to do would be a lie; fake friends, no matter which way it went - illusions of friends or the illusion of friendship. She knows there's no substitute, and even if there was she would not have been an acceptable one (no matter how much she wished she could be a good enough friend to make him feel at least a little better).] ...I know. [It's soft an full of regret, but when she speaks again she has better control over the tone of her voice - even still it leaks through, just a bit.] It's-- hard, being away from the people you care about, and who care about you. [Not that she'd really had much experience with that, but she could only imagine how horrible it would be if she'd actually been able to have such close relationships.
Funny how it was easier to accept that he might have a connection with people like that than it was to think that she might, regardless of their shared Nobody status.] I don't think anyone would blame you. And... I know that it probably won't be enough, but... there are good people here. You can-- make friends here, too.no subject
...yeah. [His voice dropped an octave, and he seemed dodgy around the subject, but-] I know it sounds ridiculous. Hayner made fun of me for being so sentimental before, and not letting go of the past very well. But...I don't want to embrace this future. [A deep sigh.] This probably all sounds silly, but... [How does emotional conveyance without being dweeby??????]
I'm glad you and Ven are here, especially. You guys are my friends. [Said without an ounce of hesitance.] I just...I wish we weren't here. I wish I could show you guys the beach, and the trains, and the sunset at the clocktower. I think you'd like Olette and Pence, too. Hayner...well, he takes some getting used to. [It was a sad smile that followed, but one all the same.]
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[Her expression is a bit serious once he confirms what she thought, and Naminé leans ever so slightly closer to the camera without realizing it; his dodginess makes her feel dodgy, too. It probably doesn't help that most of their meetings before coming to the tower had been... well, fairly covert on her end. She shakes her head in response to his assertions about the ridiculousness of what he's saying.
Don't worry Roxas, everyone in Kingdom Hearts is dweeby about ~feelings~.] It's not silly at all. [Strange, yes, considering the circumstances, but somehow she couldn't find it in her to discount what he's feeling. There are those memories of feelings for Nobodies, or in his case, dreams.] I... know what you mean. The people back home [It's so strange to say that word, and it's obvious by the tiny pause after she says it, but she continues on nonetheless.] ...are too important to give up on. Until there's proof that no one can deny that the worlds really are gone, there will always be hope. There's nothing wrong with--... ['holding on to it.' Oh. Well, that's a weird thing for her to say, considering how she'd felt during the experiments, and the logic that had made sense and even continued to make sense, in a way.] ...wanting to hold on to that. And if your heart tells you that the worlds are still there, then that's what your heart tells you. [Even if 'heart' was definitely an odd thing to say in the context.][Both the statement and lack of hesitance make her look at him with slightly wide eyes, then quickly glance away to compose herself before looking back and smiling faintly, listening to him continue. Her smile, too, was a bit sad around the edges.] I'm glad you and Ven are here, too. [In her case, it's more hesitant, but it's obvious that she means it.] Or-- that I got to meet the both of you. And... I think so, too. [Or knows so, rather. That sad smile, though, made her want to say something else.] But-- Roxas, just because we can't do those things doesn't mean we can't do other things here. It... is a pretty big tower.
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[Roxas fussed with his strings again, a bit bashful.] Well, I don't want to rope you guys in to things- I think I might be a bit bad luck, with all I've gotten involved with here. [Dead twice, you know.] But- we should make the most of things, I guess you're right. But what can we do?
[Pause.] I mean...what would you want to do?
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[His fussing attracts her gaze, which then follows his arms up to his expression, curious. Once he starts speaking again, though, her expression relaxes again. It softens a bit in sympathy when he suggests that he might be bad luck, then in a smile at the last bit.
Unlucky number thirteen?It's true that he's been quite unfortunate in a lot of ways, but,] I'm not afraid of bad luck. [It's not like she's particularly lucky herself.] Mm... there are... plenty of things I know I haven't done here yet. Like-- there are probably some good books in the library that neither of us have read, and... there's always that floor with all of the video games and other things. And-- oh! I still need to teach you to draw, don't I? But... really, I'm okay with anything. What do you want to do, Roxas?