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It only took a little bit for Antique to find her way out of the waterways, and to create a path for herself back to the First District. Fuschia eyes shot to the skies, looking for stars that used to glow but no longer gleamed. It had become too awkward in the waterways--and knowing she was in no situation to break up a fight between Lady Jadis and Miss Saga made it worse.
For the first time in ages, she unstrapped Clarent from her back, cleaning the blade with her sleeve. Practicing magick had, once again, been a futile effort. But she wanted to be stronger, so she could fight, because she had goals that she wanted to reach. Because no matter how long peace was, there was always a battle to fight, sooner or later.
She sighed to herself. Perhaps being in Traverse Town so long had spoiled her--despite how she looked, Antique was still a knight. Was it okay to get used to a fragile peace?
Striding to the First District, she walked to the doors that she had been dumped at her first day. The doors that didn't open. The young girl, from as long as she remembered, always knew there was something for her to do. What was it?
Delicately touching the door, she leaned her head down, to glance at the cobblestone street.
She had so many questions to ask. Which she was sure no one could really answer. Her mind drifted to Roze...who was probably her one source about what the Heartless were really about. It disturbed her that one day, they may have to fight. Was there a way around that?
And then Darkun.
That one took her as a suprise. He had said, what seemed to be forever ago, that he had known her. Gripping onto Clarent tighter, she tried to remember where. She knew, that somehow, she knew him, too...but...from where...and how...no idea.
"Wish I could figure it out..." she sighed. And there was always that tugging feeling that she should be somewhere...well, somewhere else.
The lone gunblader had taken a long break from Traverse Town. He would have told someone that he would be leaving...but somehow..he thought it was best that he didn't. A lot had happened to him during the past 2 months of his absence.
Without much hesitation he started walking through the streets in his usual manner. His head was lowered so that his hair casted a shadow on his face, and his fast paced movement showed that he wasn't about to stop and talk with just anyone.
It was only after he past a blue haired girl that he fully came to a halt.
He looked over his shoulder at the girl and listened to what she said.
'' Don't we all?'' Caxnon said in response to her statement.
Erica and Shina walked down a different alleyway thatn she used to in Traverse Town. She had just finished fighting a rather particurally difficult Large Body, and both of the friends were pretty tired. Shina was on her shoulder, resting.
Then she saw a group of people gathering in front of a door. She went over and asked "What's wrong?"
"Don't we all?" she heard. She quickly turned her head around, only to see her friend Caxnon. Who she hadn't seen...in quite some time. Immediately, her face brightened up. She turned around quickly, and grabbed his wrist.
"Caxnon! I haven't seen you...in forever! How are you?" she said, her face bright, her look eager. "You seem like you're doing well!"
"Figure what out?"
Suddenly more people seemed to show up. Antique smiled warmly, turning to the boy and the two girls that showed up. She loved how everyone in Traverse Town were just so nice, even to complete strangers.
"Ah....I love have alot on my mind," she said, smiling to the newcomers. "I'm sorry--I'm Antique. Thank you for your concern though!"
Caxnon didn't expect to suddenly be grabbed by the wrist. That familiar sensation went up his hand, and for the first time since 2 months..he didn't feel like moving. The nobody turned around to face his friend. '' I've been....ok..I suppose, I was looking for you actually'' Caxnon said to Antique.
He noticed a few other newcomers arrive, which he didn't find strange.
'' It's nice to know a few people still care around here....I am Caxnon...pleasure to meet you''' Caxnon said to the other two.
He wanted to focus on anything else other than his hand which was treating to grab on to Antique's. What was the source of this reaction?
Tyson was on duty again scouting the areas for Heartless that may show up, he had already explored the Second District today and was now exploring the alleyway which lead to the Waterways. There hadn't been many heartless appearing as of yet, though he suspected that they would appear soon. He had really gotten to know Traverse Town though he had never been in this particular alley before, it was probably the quietest part of the town it looked like he would be finishing early today he thought as he walked with his blade out down the alleyway towards a small group of people.
He had been so deep in thought that he bumped into a stranger with a Gunblade he was knocked down onto the ground though it didn't hurt too much he rubbed his back as he got up, and turned to face the stranger "Sorry about that!."
[/b] He said sheepishly scratching the back of his head, Tyson looked around him and saw that there was a girl here too and two other people whom he had never met.
He calmed himself a little and put his sword away an decided to make an introduction "Nice to meet you my name's Tyson Yomatu, sorry to bump into you i'm on patrol for heartless." He said casually he could tell that they could fight especially the man with the Gunblade so he wouldn't need to worry about them not being able to defend themelves incase the heartless decided to attack them. [/size][/blockquote]
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Erica crossed her arms, thinking. "My name's Erica, and this is my partner Shina." she said, gesturing to the fox on her shoulder What's on her mind thought Shina, and Erica wondered if the Heartless had affected the girls life life as they had her. She walked over and sat next to the girl. He noticed the girl was holding one of the men's hands pretty hard. She put her arm around the girl's shoulders and said, So, what's bothering you?"
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Haunt's hypnotic eyes gazed down at the floor as he walked alone, his unkempt hair fell in his face, if anyone could see him, he'd look dead to them, tired even, almost as if he was sobering up. His tired eyes glared at nothing in particular as he threw his bottle against a wall, causing it to shatter.
During his staggering trek, he noticed people not far from him, ugh, happy people, too nice for his liking, he looked away in disgust, stopping and leaned against a wall, resting for a bit. From the sounds of things, half of these people didn't even know each other yet they were nice? What was that? Idiotic politeness? Being naive? Or...just plain stupid. Either way, Haunt kept his distance, keeping an eye out just in case any of them walked towards him and tried to touch him, something he despised, he hardly wanted things to get bloody, but it would...
Insane yellow eyes gazed coldly at them, a young boy in particular caught his eye, a blonde with crystal blue eyes, Haunt felt...familiar with him somehow...
Antique couldn't help but just smile up at Caxnon. He was, afterall, one of her very best friends. She held his wrist, letting go on it's grip. Somehow, she had just grown used to doing it. She always thought that since he returned the gesture, that it was a cultural thing, and that it signified friendship for her. She was very pleased to see the red ribbon around his wrist still.
"You were looking for me, Caxnon?" she asked, and beamed. "That makes me glad. I always forget that you can leave this world as easily as you come. I know, though, that you'll be okay."
She let go of his wrist when another boy seemed to bump into him. A mischivious grin spread on her face, "Nice to meet you Tyson...but I think that's how alot of us meet people," she winked, and turned to Erica--after all, bodily contact did get Antique's attention rather well. They barely knew eachother, but the closeness already signified the other girl was not a threat.
"You ever get that feeling that you're supposed to be somewhere else, but you don't really know why, Erica? I guess that's been bugging me," she said, glancing up, to see a rather pale boy staring at Caxnon from far off.
( *Stares at Antiques Karma* Eh..h-how-i-s that possible!!)
Caxnon had forgotten how easy it was for Antique to read his mind. Now that he thought about it, he had been looking for her for quite some time. Antique still seemed to be alright...or so it seemed. It was hard to tell exactly what she was thinking most of the time, or was that just him?
'' I must admit...you are very hard to find Antique'' Caxnon said He was about to speak once more when he suddenly felt someone bump into him. He wasn't really surprised to see Tyson around he's usually around this area.
The nobody decided to respond to the last thing Antique said since the fox on Erica's shoulder seemed to give him a weird look.
'' It's not a really a feeling more like your being watched and you know it...I forgot how so many different people live here'' Caxnon said.
He said all this while still keeping his eyes on the person.
