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First Phase of the Moon
[ Action 1 | 845 Goldberg Street ]
[Woken up by the loud alarm, at first glance Saïx has no idea where he is.
At second glance, he has even less idea. A normal bed, in a normal-seeming house, and certainly nowhere he's been before.
Saïx stands, intending to find the answers to two questions - one, where is he? And two, what is that sound? He's stopped by a strange feeling - at once familiar and completely unfamiliar. His hand goes to his chest, feeling something there that he's searched for for ages.]
What...?
[ Phone call ]
[Some time later, after Saïx has gotten his bearings. His voice is cool and collected, if somewhat curt.]
Any information on the changes this place enacts upon us would be appreciated.
[ Action 2 | Library ]
[Saïx can be found in the closest thing the library has to a section for medical and psychological books, an expression of irritation painting his features as he picks up book after book and finds absolutely nothing useful.]
Shaving? Who would need a book on that?
[Woken up by the loud alarm, at first glance Saïx has no idea where he is.
At second glance, he has even less idea. A normal bed, in a normal-seeming house, and certainly nowhere he's been before.
Saïx stands, intending to find the answers to two questions - one, where is he? And two, what is that sound? He's stopped by a strange feeling - at once familiar and completely unfamiliar. His hand goes to his chest, feeling something there that he's searched for for ages.]
What...?
[ Phone call ]
[Some time later, after Saïx has gotten his bearings. His voice is cool and collected, if somewhat curt.]
Any information on the changes this place enacts upon us would be appreciated.
[ Action 2 | Library ]
[Saïx can be found in the closest thing the library has to a section for medical and psychological books, an expression of irritation painting his features as he picks up book after book and finds absolutely nothing useful.]
Shaving? Who would need a book on that?
[phone]
It isn't like we can really leave, is it?
[phone]
It's certainly a surprise to find you here. I thought you'd been absorbed by... Sora.
[phone]
No, I was not absorbed by Sora. [Who ever the hell that was suppose to be. You know, he was really happy to not have to deal with you guys here.]
[phone]
You were. And yet, you're here. Interesting.
[Even with a heart, Saïx isn't all that fond of you, Roxas. You made his life hard.]
Do you have a heart as well?
[phone]
[A little more subdued.] I wasn't... Saïx, has anyone told you that not everyone is taken from the same time?
And, yeah. You too, I take it?
[phone]
I do. It's... different.
[phone]
And he's just going to ignore that last part.] Yeah, well we do. Different times. Different worlds.
...So. Mission accomplished? [Uneasy. He really didn't know how Saïx felt about all this. Especially now that he could feel. Roxas ran away from the Organization. But here they have their hearts...]
[phone]
[Truthfully, Saïx isn't sure what to do about this new development, or how to feel about it. It was his only goal for so long. Now what is he supposed to do? But there's no chance in hell he'll ever tell Roxas any of that.]
Re: [phone]
So... are you... figuring out how this place... works? [It's not like he really wants to be the one that helps you... but Roxas knows it would suck to be confused here, especially with a new found heart.]
[phone]
[Roxas' niceness makes him deeply suspicious.]
Is there something that you think I should know?
[phone]
Don't ever drink the milk... And this place is surprisingly dangerous, don't underestimate it. [Last time Roxas did that, there were crazed cannibals chasing him and Axel and a literal nuke went off.]
[phone]
What's wrong with the milk?
[phone]
Uh... it isn't always milk. Or it isn't always just milk. They put things in it... poison, razor-blades, spiders, glass... stuff you really don't want in there.
But not all the time, sometimes it's just milk.
[phone]
You're being surprisingly helpful, Roxas.
[phone]
Yeah, I'd rather not play the hit-or-miss game.
Nnn. Yeah, well... we're all stuck here. So. Whatever.
[phone]
The question is how trustworthy you are.
[phone]
[phone]
[phone]
Do I need to point out that last time we crossed paths, I won? [He had been hoping to avoid this topic all together actually. The whole traitor business. Suppose it was to much to ask to just sweep that under the rug.]
[phone]
Unless, of course, you plan on attempting to beat me into trusting you.