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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Roxas heard the barking and turned to see more of the dream things running towards him. His Meow Wow moved in front of him, either to protect or greet the newcomers, Roxas couldn't tell. He guessed the latter.

He looked at the newcomer, confused, though a bit wary because of the armour.

"I'm not Ven," he replied, probably sharper than he meant to, but he'd had enough cases of alternate identity today to last a lifetime.

"Sorry." York held his hands up apologetically. "Nice to meet you, then. I'm York." A small green figure appeared next to York, always on his cue. "This is Delta. Looks like our dream eaters are already ready to make friends."

Sparky and Max both ran up to the newcomer and bounced with excitement.

Today was turning into the best day ever for Roxas's Meow Wow, though the same couldn't be said for Roxas. He kept his guard up, glancing at Delta warily. The guy seemed friendly enough, but Roxas couldn't be too trusting. Things had a habit of changing quickly and he didn't want to regret it later.

"Yeah, he does that. A lot it seems."

"They can be pretty friendly." York smiled, watching his dream eaters greeting the new guy. Obviously he'd started out on the wrong foot with the kid; he must have gotten that a lot today already.

"I've seen that. Haven't seen any of the type that attack though."

Not that he wanted to. He'd fought enough nobodies today already, and really he just wanted to rest. His Meow Wow could make a decent pillow now that he thought about it.

"What are you supposed to do with them anyway?"

"They help you fight - meow wows mostly bounce on things and heal people. Different ones have different specialties, though. They're also pretty good pets, even if one of the toys they like best leaves you soaked." Dream eaters are always a good ice breaker. He has to keep that in mind for the future; he should have known it already.

He hadn't really be looking for a pet, and that sounded like an odd way to fight.

"There's toys to?"

What was with this place? Was he really just supposed to give up and make a life here?

"Yeah; they're fun, but you're also training your dream eater with them. You'll see when it comes up. So did the moogle get you up to speed? Things are pretty weird here." York's always willing to lend a helping hand to newbies; it's just a nice thing to do.

"I didn't really listen to the moogle. Other people have told me things though."

Having a moogle come up to you and start lecturing while you're still getting your bearings was not exactly the best introduction to a new world. Doubly so when you hadn't been in the best mood to start.

"Oh. Basic rundown: we're asleep and - or - in the realm of sleep. We've all looked for a way out, but haven't found one yet. We had weird dreams about a keyhole, found a key card that seems to be trying to give us a message, and a giant dream eater showed up. After we beat it, a big keyhole showed up. So far we don't know who trapped us here or why, but we're working on it."

York thought about it. That about covered it, but Delta chose that moment to chime in. "In addition to what York has told you, we received a message that taunted us for our inability to find an exit but offered no more information. If you would like, I am able to link the relevant network information to your communicator."

"I kind of got all that. It's not like I was interested in a way home, anyway."

He was about to turn away when Delta spoke up. It talked? He took a step back, suspicious of the AI.

"No, that's alright."

York held his hands up apologetically. "Sorry, he's an AI. We just share the armor, so where one of us goes, so does the other. He's a regular person, though, just like you and me."

Delta nods and adds, "I apologize. I did not mean to startle you."

Roxas's expression soured again. He shook his head, his hand clenching into a fist. A regular person? What was this guy even talking about? It had been drilled into his head enough that he wasn't normal, and why should he even believe a computer program?

"No, it's not," he muttered, turning to leave. Roxas was at least of a mind to know that if he stayed here any longer, he might do something he'd later regret.

York was willing to let that one go; he wasn't surprised at the attitude considering the shock of ending up somewhere like here. Hopefully Roxas would feel better later and up for talking.

Sleeping is Giving In, No Matter what the Time is

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