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[dualstance.livejournal.com]

[ A city seemingly consumed by shadows, sparse light only provided from empty buildings and the occasional street lamp, unless one counts the neon lights that line some of the edges of said empty buildings. There are some piles of rubble, blocking a number of the streets and the only way around them is through the alleyways that contain even darker shadows that than the whole city itself. The sole reason for the shadows overtaking the city- a bright moon in the shape of a heart lighting the sky, partially blocked by a towering skyscraper that seems to be in the center of the city, shining like some sort of beacon for all to head towards.

And at the base of it stands a lone person dressed in a black coat with their hood drawn, not moving for the moment.

Perhaps the reason for said coat is the block out the rain that's falling, a harsh wind blowing once in awhile in tandem with the thoughts going through said person's mind. Or perhaps it holds another purpose. Whatever the reason, he doesn't seem to be moving from his spot anytime soon, gaze turned upward to the sky and possibly looking at the heart shaped moon. Or maybe the castle that can be barely seen at this vantage point.

But if one could see into his thoughts, questions whirl in almost chaos, unrest there as he tries to piece a puzzle together despite all the pieces not being there. Fragments are missing and he can only do so much before needing to go off and find the rest of them. But will this place offer said answers?

Why?

What's going on?

How did it get to be like this?

Where's Sora?

He doesn't know but he's hoping that it will.

Because he's tired of not knowing, of being left in the dark. He wants to know and he won't stop until he figures everything out.

First step is always the hardest though. ]

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

There's no reason to give your other self the advantage. [After all, if he puts himself on lower ground right from the start, he won't be able to get anything from it.

He may just disappear instead.]

[dualstance.livejournal.com]

I'll figure it out somehow.

[ He has to, otherwise, what will happen to him if he doesn't?

Roxas would rather not think about it, instead trying to prepare himself for some kind of meeting with himself. When put that way, it does make all this dream stuff seem plausible. Even if he still doesn't get it. ]

Uh, thanks for the help, I guess.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Being thanked is rare, even when she takes this time to help - in her own way. She lifts her head. In the face of so many who've shunned or hated her, in the face of knowing the depths of her own darkness and bitterness, she does not accept herself as having done good.]

I'm not someone to be thanked.

[dualstance.livejournal.com]

Even so, thanks.

[ He doesn't know of her circumstances, only that she seems to have those memory lapses like he does. Whatever they are, they're her business and not his. Roxas would never ask, not unless he feels compelled to ask because he knows that he wouldn't want people trying to pry into his own business unless he wants to talk about it.

She'll talk whenever she wants, just like he'll talk whenever he wants. ]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[It takes a second before the polite phrase comes, a bit stiff as though it's gotten dusty from lack of use.]

You're welcome.