In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
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for money makes the world go around the world go around, the world go around
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Money is not, of course, the only thing that clinks in such a delicious way; other things are prone to do the same under certain circumstances. Like gold and silver, for instance. Either way, it all ends similarly: pockets full of cash.
Ren stood inside a building - an old place that reminded her a bit of a remodeled warehouse. People milled about, few taking notice of her; she simply looked like another stranger, which was a common occurrence on this world, especially in this place. Apparently a soup kitchen had been opened up for the people on the streets? Whatever. There was free food, so she wasn't complaining.
... And free other things, besides.
When she'd gotten in line - ugh, a line; the things she did to blend in - and been doled out her portion, it hadn't failed to escape her notice the peculiarity of the utensils. When she took her tray to a secluded area of the large, open room - lined with mismatching tables and benches and chairs, seemingly pulled from any damn place - she'd been more than mildly surprised to notice how heavy her spoon was. After a moment's inspection, it came to her attention that she was holding some real, grade-A silver; once a thief, always a thief, and Ren had an eye for the goods.
A question briefly crossed her mind - what sort of moron would set out real silver for a community event? - but, as was her nature, she didn't dwell on it; one person's moment of absurd idiocy was another's time of prosperity or however the hell the saying went. It all came down to the same thing: somebody does something dumb, Ren profits, rinse and repeat.
At some point she went up to the small counter on one end of the hall that held more utensils, napkins, and plates in case somebody dropped something or some shit. She pretended she'd dropped her own spoon and carefully plucked out another - and while there were plenty of plastic duds, her keen eye picked out the few silver ones and grabbed them up at her leisure. (The key to stealing is to make it seem natural; be too hasty or paranoid and everybody's suspect. If you just act like it's normal for you to grab a handful of spoons, people are less likely to call you out on it, or even notice it at all.) She stuck them in a pouch on her belt. Clink. Clank. Clunk.
She could already smell the sweaty guy at the pawn shop.
Eventually, she didn't even bother going back to sit down; she just stayed at the counter, pocketing silverware here and there and starting to eye those plates. Wait a sec... was one of 'em solid gold? She'd have to swipe that on her way out; that wouldn't fit in her bag, and it'd be kind of conspicuous. Still, nobody'd noticed her yet, and she could always cut and run and no one would be the wiser.
In contrast, Sora seldom thought about money, except in the most basic terms. It came and it went. He spent it thoughtlessly, sometimes having enough in his pockets to feed a city for a week, and sometimes having barely enough to buy a bowl of noodles in the Land of the Dragons. Heartless had a tendency to collect items that were shiny and valuable (anything that could be loved or cherished), and when they were destroyed, Sora picked up what they left. It was a convenient trade-off he wasn’t particularly mindful of.
It happened that day he was bringing a note from Aerith to one of the volunteers at the soup kitchen, a middle-aged gentleman by the name of Thomas. Perhaps ironically, Sora was filling the role of “delivery boy,” as so mockingly spoken by Riku a few years ago when his adventures were raw and new. But he didn’t mind. Aerith always asked so sweetly, he couldn’t say no.
He entered and made his way to the intended recipient, handed over the note with a smile and made brief chit-chat about the weather and Thomas’s vegetable gardening project. Once finished, he started to make his way back towards the door, but noticed a familiar young woman standing at one of the counters, “Ren! Hey!” He greeted brightly.
{ gotta keep reminding myself that i don't need one thousand words a post and sometimes shorts posts are just as good as long ones. QUALITY/QUANTITY, QUALITY/QUANTITY REN }
Yeah, okay, at this point she wasn't even pretending to be subtle. She was starting to catch a few glances and raised eyebrows, but it was likely she was just viewed as really needing the utensils, so no one badgered her.
Hee hee haw haw. More like she needed the moola. Cha. Ching. Another piece of silver clattered into her pouch which was already being weighed down with that sweet, sweet silver. Music to her ears. And everybody was still none the wiser -
"Ren! Hey!"
- yeah, still none the wiser.
Ren turned to face the buoyant voice, a smirk on her face as she carelessly plunked another spoon in her pouch. Oh, it was another one of the spiky-haired dudes she saw all over the place on this side of the universe. The upbeat brunet that was all about giving or whatever, which was obvious from the time he gave her some spare Gummis (not that she needed them, but hey, she wasn't gonna turn down anything free). What was his name again? Zola? Sara? Zoro?
"Uh, hey," she said eventually, pretty certain she ought to respond even though his name was just on the tip of her tongue goddammit. She'd think of it. Just give her a minute.
At once Sora launched into happy chatter, despite the fact that Ren barely seemed to recognize him. He had a tendency to treat everyone as though they were on familiar terms whether they had known each other a day, or a year.
"See the gummi blocks worked out ok for you! I'm really glad. How're you liking Radiant Garden? Hey! what are you doing with the silverware?"
It wasn't a question asked out of suspicion or alarm. He simply noticed that Ren was occupied with her hands and it had something to do with forks and spoons. Being curious, he simply asked outright.
