revenance_rpg | Sleeping is Giving In, No Matter what the Time is

Characters: Roxas and whoever he encounters
Content: One Nobody arrives in the dream world with a lot to think about.
Location: Traverse Town
Time: Early evening
Warnings: Crabby Roxas.

As he faded away into Sora, Roxas hadn't really be sure what to expect.

When he opened his eyes and saw the town around him, Roxas was pretty sure that this wasn't it.

He knew the town, at least, he knew it through Sora's eyes. But he figured that if Sora's heart was anything it was the island he'd grown up on, not Traverse Town. Though the place held a lot of memories for Sora, but none for Roxas. This was his first time here, and it was weird how much he knew about the town. It bothered him.

Although, it looked like that guy in red's plan hadn't worked. He was still here. Not Sora, but Roxas. At least, he was pretty sure he was still himself. He felt like himself. Maybe something had gone wrong, or they'd decided to let him go, but that seemed unlikely with how determined they'd been. It was more likely that this was just another simulated world and he was trapped again. He clenched his hand, feeling his anger rise again. He was so done with all of this and he just wanted to get away. Why couldn't they just leave him alone?

He was about to run off, and at least try and find an exit. That big door behind him seemed like a good start, but it was blocked by a moogle, who floated over and started talking enthusiastically. Roxas tried to escape, but the moogle was very insistent, launching into a long lecture about what was happening here. Roxas missed about three quarters of it and was left standing in the road with a dog...thing staring up at him expectantly. Roxas went to ask the moogle but the creature had disappeared. He sighed, anger subsiding into frustration.

Roxas glared down at the spirit, who whined and rolled over on his back.

What was he supposed to do with this thing?

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That didn't even make sense.

"Of course you're not going back; none of us are going back, at least not so far. Why should you be special?" It occurred to Even, somewhat belatedly, that something else didn't make sense. "What, you want to stay here?"

"Of course I don't! But you're not taking me back to the Organization either!"

He'd stand his ground for as long as he needed to. No one was going to force him to do anything.

"...No, of course not. Why would I do that? It doesn't even exist anymore!"

An epiphany struck. Even facepalmed reflexively. "This is a relative points in time issue, isn't it? You're coming from a point in time significantly before or after me. I assume before, for obvious reasons, but perhaps you just didn't notice."

"Since when? They were just after me..."

The reintroduction of the varying time lines caused Roxas to trail off. He'd tried thinking about it, but really the concept just went over his head, at least at this point in time, with anger clouding his mind.

"I wouldn't know. You just look familiar."

Even is only becoming more confused as this conversation continues. Naturally this means he snaps, "I realize you weren't picked for your intelligence, but would it kill you to at least try using your brain? I just told you we come from different points in time; should it surprise you that the Organization is no more?

"And what are you wearing?" Staying on one topic is for losers.

If he hadn't been at the end of his already short temper, Roxas probably would have applied some thought. What was being said was good news, especially if the Organization had been destroyed. Roxas would have been happy, if a bit regretful that he wasn't the one to do it.

"They were still around when I left, so how should I know?"

He looked down at his outfit. His clothes were fine, if a little dirty.

"They're better than what you're wearing!"

"In the first place, wrong," said Even with the confidence of one who genuinely considered a lavender ascot to be a welcome addition to any outfit, "and in the second place, that was not my point. My point is you're wearing...something that isn't the coat, which I've certainly never seen you in," and which looked like he'd mugged that Ven kid, but Even seldom noticed what people wore, "and yet you're confused by the prospect of the coat and its wearers being no more? I swear, you were better at logic when you were still in post-traumatic shock."

"Why would I keep wearing the coat if I left? How are those things even related?"

Just because he left doesn't mean the Organization would have fallen apart. It wasn't like he was a key member. Just a key pawn.

"You're not making any sense."

"You're the one who isn't making sense!" Even snarled. He genuinely believed it, too. "In the first place, if you - left? You left? How is that - never mind; if you left, it must have been well after, oh, half of us were dead, apparently. Why would I be chasing you, of all people? By the time you left, I was already dead!"

Apparently the key to getting him to discuss his death in so many words was to annoy him. This should have surprised no one.

Maybe it was the exhaustion that was starting to take effect or maybe it was the Even's words were finally getting through, but something made Roxas stop and think.

"So, you were one of the ones at that Castle, right?" He sighed, lowering his voice. "Yeah, I did leave after that. I guess I just panicked because you looked familiar."

"Hmph. Well. Arriving here can be somewhat disorienting." That was the closest to a graceful acknowledgement of mutual fault Roxas was likely to get. Even was quickly distracted by other matters. "Do you not recognize me? Really? I'm aware you weren't particularly perceptive, but I did think you were better than that."

"It took awhile, alright? It's not like I knew you that well and my memory's fuzzy."

Not to mention losing his temper in there had caused his train of thought to derail.

"It's Vexen, right?"

"It was. Even again, now, obviously." Or apparently less obviously, since the coat seemed to have become optional. About that: "What precisely happened to your memory, or are you unaware? As far as I know none of the other arrivals have experienced memory oddities." Except for the way Xion still gave him the feeling of familiarity on the edge of awareness...

"I...I don't really know. Namine, did something, I think. It's not like anyone was explaining it to me. They didn't care."

He made note of the new name, or old name. That was going to require another explanation.

Sleeping is Giving In, No Matter what the Time is

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This is setting up a terrible precedent.

Even is nothing if not a setter of terrible precedents.

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