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[kutsujoku]

Ashes to Ashes.

Hard soles clacked against the wet pavement. Droplets flew up from each step as a thin layer of rain water lingered. There had been so much sleet and rain in this filthy city that the drains couldn’t keep up. Most were clogged with garbage from filthy people who littered. 

Speaking of littering, someone just about tossed their cigarette butt onto his jacket. Narrowed eyes peered in the direction the lit paper paper had came from, “Watch what you’re doing.”

[digitalassistant-blog1]

While the chief design of a Personal Frame was to respond to its user’s emotional state, as a machine, it naturally heldd the ability to hold a bountiful amount of information. It could describe to you what a crane looked like and where it made its habitat. It could inform which mushrooms were toxic to the human body. It could tell you that fireflies flew above lost objects because it was summer ( okay, maybe that was a small, harmless lie. ) 

But knowing was quite different from experiencing. The android couldn’t her eyes off of the burning stick between the stranger’s lips, her eyes widening every time the embers glowed bright.

“Smoking is not good for your--” She started but then stopped. PF took a second to look around, as if expecting some sort of morals police to show up at any second. Seeing nothing of the sort, she turned her attention back to the cigarette. 

“... May I try it?”

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[enigmasoldiier-blog]

“What were you dreaming about…? You were shouting…”

“…Don’t recall.”

Spoken quietly and rather sheepishly. Foolish to let his guard down to the point of falling asleep in front of a stranger. 

And he’s lying through his teeth, of course, but what else is new?

(Of course he’d remember. It wasn’t the first time.)

[terthiodecimo-blog]

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Roxas looks over at the new face the shows up after the dealing and handling of the events that just happened to take place. The young boy has his two keyblades in hand while a group of men stand before him apparently wanting to get at him for no apparent reason. That’s sector 3 for you. “You aren’t with these guys are you?” He asks to double check and make sure, he doesn’t want to attack him and then it turns out that he isn’t his enemy at the moment. He knows how bad this sector can get but sometimes he’s lucky and he doesn’t suffer some of its consequences which is gang members, but it looks like today is one of those unlucky days for him sadly. Besides the new face that shows up has a face of a gangster, as much as Roxas tries not to judge by appearance but it just so happens that in bad situations he really get knit picky about many things.

[hxgure]

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⊰☠⊱ — Normal-watching had become a habit during the Hive. Although, in Ergastulum, he did the same, just not as often as here. The difference though was that now he wasn’t earning the looks of disgust and hatred from Normals. Rather curious or casual glances before they minded their own business and went on with their day.

No familiar faces, no danger lurked nearby-- another peaceful day. Comforting but at the same time not. This wasn’t something he could ever get used to. Didn’t help that he’s been exposed to the dark side of Normals and Tagged alike, the hunger for battle, the eagerness to embrace death or come close to it. 

There was a grin from the faded, blurred faces of Normals that swept by-- eyepatch, cigarette pressed against lips, dressed proper in a suit, similar to his own, that playboy grin-- it was none other than his pal. Now it was his turn to mirror the grin without the playboy effect.

The distance between them closed as he plucked himself from the shoddy wall he was perched against. They both gaze each other a once-over before Nicolas began to shift his hands around, signing.  «What took you so long, pal? Was starting to think you were snoozing or took off for good with one of your clients.» There’s a pause, before he quickly added-- this was news that Worick would definitely appreciate.  «The woman is here too.»