[log] future friend or creepy guy [closed]

[passingmemories]

Characters: Roxas and Undertaker
Location Building 65
Date: Morning of 179
Summary: Roxas heads west, walks into a house, and what even is that guy
Warnings: n/a; will edit as needed

[As soon as the doors unlocked in the place he'd spent the night, Roxas booked it. He was already starting to really hate snow and he'd only been there a little over a day. At least his clothes keep him moderately warm. The first building he sees on his quest is his target.

Not even thinking about knocking, Roxas just walks straight in and looks around. The first thing he notices is the banner. Happy Birthday? This must have been from a while ago. The rocks on the floor are weird, all the boxes are open and empty, and is that... someone humming? That's annoying already.

He sighs softly and looks at the writing on the wall.]

SSE?

[What does SSE mean? As he stands there trying to figure it out, he gets the vague sense that maybe he's not alone...]

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[exequies]

[Indeed, it doesn't take long for that feeling to manifest for Roxas. One second the space next to him is empty and in the next, it's occupied by a tall man in black robes and a matching wool coat. There's a funny sort of top hat on his head that looks crinkled, with a long strip of fabric that hangs down the back.]

It means south, south-east of course. Like a directional code~

[Hi there stranger.]

[passingmemories]

[Bristling, he looks over at the source and jumps badly. At least he's gotten a little better at the whole 'balancing in a new body' thing. Right? Not so much. Roxas stumbles back and lands on his rear with a yelp.

Ow ow ow... He bites back tears of pain and just huffs at the stranger.]

Don't do that!

[exequies]

A bit jumpy, aren't you? ^Hee Hee~

[He's already gotten into some trouble with startling people here, but Roxas is a much easier target. The taller man snickers into his sleeve as he cocks his head down at the blond.]

I don't think we've met before. Are you one of our fresh arrivals?

[passingmemories]

[Only jumpy because this place is weird, there was a creepy presence in the last house, and who is humming Happy Birthday?]

..... [Half tempted not to answer.] I just got here yesterday.

[exequies]

Oh dear.

[Very new, then. At the very least, Undertaker only looms there for a short period before he moves towards the table. He's noticed the humming too, and he inspects the place settings as he speaks.]

You've already read through the guides, I hope?

[passingmemories]

[Definitely creepy. Roxas gets up as soon as the other moves away. He's going to have bruises and be sore now... Healing magic would be nice to have right now.]

Not all of them yet.

[exequies]

[They all have bruises of some sort; you get used to them. Roxas' response gets a turn of his head and a grin, his tone teasing.]

Slow reader?

[passingmemories]

No! I'm just not used to having a human body!

[Humans get eyestrain. It's such a weird feeling.

...... Also that's not something to share with a complete stranger.]

[exequies]

Is that soooo~?

[He actually sounds interested, though he goes back to looking around. Toeing an opened present box on the floor with the tip of his boot.]

What were you, before?

[passingmemories]

[Well... since some people he's talked to already know what he was...

He looks down at one of the rocks and picks it up. Looks normal enough.]

A Nobody. A being made of darkness.

[exequies]

That's a new one! Unfortunate name, though.

[passingmemories]

[Shrug. It is what it is.]

At least I wasn't a Heartless.

[exequies]

I'm guessing you mean all of this in a literal way? How does something exist without a heart, or a body?

[passingmemories]

Yep. And darkness.

[That explains everything, right?]

[exequies]

[Oh yes, absolutely.

Undertaker cocks his head at him the other way, as if he's peering from somewhere under his thick bangs at the boy.]

Sounds awfully complicated. But alright, so you aren't used to a human body. You do know you have to feed yourself and sleep, at least?

[passingmemories]

[That just gets the other an irritate look.]

Just because I didn't have a human body before doesn't mean I don't know how to do that stuff. [Though the stomach growling did make him panic for a short while.]

[exequies]

[Oho, he is touchy.]

Are you suuuuure~? A kid like you typically needs a babysitter.

[passingmemories]

[Just going to glare at you now.]

What? You volunteering?

[exequies]

No, not at all. I don't need you slowing me down.

[He has places to be and houses to search.]

[passingmemories]

[R U D E]

Good. I don't need you either. I'm looking for someone anyways.

[exequies]

Oh? And who's that?

[He taps his long nails against one of the dining chairs, casually fidgeting as he asks.]

[passingmemories]

Probably someone you don't know.

[Unless you've met Sora. Roxas does look quite like that guy.]

[exequies]

True, I've only met a few of the other inhabitants here. But I've watched the network on the tablets rather closely. If they've been on there I probably would've seen them.

[passingmemories]

[.....]

His name's Sora. I don't know how far he's from me, but I think I'll go south next.

[exequies]

Hmm~ Doesn't ring any bells.

[He actually has seen him once or twice, just not with his name attached.] Why are you looking for him?

[passingmemories]

[..............................]

He's a friend of mine. I know he's here, he just didn't tell me where.

[exequies]

[Your silent judgement won't work on him, Roxas.]

How lucky~ To have arrived here and have a friend, already. Maybe he can babysit for you.

[passingmemories]

[OKAY THAT'S NOT KOSHER]

Babysit? I'm the one who'd have to babysit him!

[exequies]

[With that, Undertaker pushes away from the table and suddenly moves very close to him again. He can certainly move quickly when he wants to, it seems.]

Kids babysitting kids? That sounds like a recipe for disaster, ^hee hee... I may have to keep an ear out for you guys.

[passingmemories]

[Too bad Roxas has dealt with people who like to get uncomfortably close most of his short life. He doesn't flinch.]

We're a lot more than just normal kids.