[Jumpin' in from the fail train over here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/756668.html?thread=62332860#t62332860)]
Into another hallway and still hardly a sign of anything. It had the same, empty and boring feeling that came with caroling about the castle; fascinating at first glance, with its odd moving parts and collection of disarrayed architecture, but soon it comes to your attention that that is, unfortunately, all there is to the world.
And it while it took the Gambler a year to grow bored with his surroundings there, it took about... fifteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds here. Perhaps there was a way outside or at least a new area? It wouldn't be fair of him to judge his surroundings so easily and carelessly. There could be something more curious around the corner.
Besides, Edgar had claimed to find the presence of certain little pests traveling about this place. Did he mean the Heartless? Luxord had not seen the devils about, nor could he feel their presence, but he was certain there was some truth to those words.
So while his mind was churning about the idea of Heartless and the plain, mundane walls around him, Luxord almost missed the sight of a very familiar head of blond spikes. Once he noticed them, however, he was quick to greet the boy.
"Good evening, Roxas." It said as politely and calmly as ever. He always did have a feeling that Roxas would come to his senses and return to the Organization sooner or later, so his appearance was no surprise (though his lack of coat did. Did he not check the closet?). What use would it be to act upset when he either could not or would not be with someone who was simply following the advice given to him? "It appears you've found yourself apart of this game as well."
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Into another hallway and still hardly a sign of anything. It had the same, empty and boring feeling that came with caroling about the castle; fascinating at first glance, with its odd moving parts and collection of disarrayed architecture, but soon it comes to your attention that that is, unfortunately, all there is to the world.
And it while it took the Gambler a year to grow bored with his surroundings there, it took about... fifteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds here. Perhaps there was a way outside or at least a new area? It wouldn't be fair of him to judge his surroundings so easily and carelessly. There could be something more curious around the corner.
Besides, Edgar had claimed to find the presence of certain little pests traveling about this place. Did he mean the Heartless? Luxord had not seen the devils about, nor could he feel their presence, but he was certain there was some truth to those words.
So while his mind was churning about the idea of Heartless and the plain, mundane walls around him, Luxord almost missed the sight of a very familiar head of blond spikes. Once he noticed them, however, he was quick to greet the boy.
"Good evening, Roxas." It said as politely and calmly as ever. He always did have a feeling that Roxas would come to his senses and return to the Organization sooner or later, so his appearance was no surprise (though his lack of coat did. Did he not check the closet?). What use would it be to act upset when he either could not or would not be with someone who was simply following the advice given to him? "It appears you've found yourself apart of this game as well."