So, you're dead. Shame, that.
But on the other hand, it's actually kind of nice.
When you "wake" in some odd version of it, you'll find yourself lying on a rather plush bed. It's cozy and warm and just soft enough to tempt anyone back into sleep. The room is equally nice, if small, and when you turn and open the curtains to look out the window, you will see... wait, is that the town?
It is, actually. The town is laid out quite simply across the window and no matter how many times you may bang or wave through the window, no one seems to notice you. If you're smart enough to give up the venture and leave the small bedroom, you will notice that, of course, you are on the train.
The train that, is actually pretty fancy.
Moving through it, past the sleeping cabins and through to the main carts, you will find a dining car with fine dishware and meals of all kinds made at a push of a button or a request given to the air. They'll appear, freshly made and ready to eat at the table of your choice with any drink you could want. There truly doesn't seem to be any limits when it comes to the luxury of the meal.
There is also a bathhouse car with private bathrooms and saunas to fit up to four. Even one rather large room containing a small pool/hot tub of sorts is available for just about anyone to take a dip. It's kind of outlandish, honestly.
Then the lounge car, with its library and plush armchairs and couches. A pool table, a darts board, even a small area dedicated to painting. There's a bar too, fully stocked and ready for anyone who needs a drink. All it would require is a request from the bartender who... looks surprisingly familiar?
The Sheriff is there, much cleaner cut than his counterpart outside of the train. He looks up mildly at any arrivals, giving them a nod of greeting before going back to organizing bottles or setting cigars out for a smoke. He doesn't seem to be surprised at all by anyone who appears. Just... ready to serve them, whatever they may wish.
It all sort of seems okay for a moment, until you realize you're just here to wait for the game to end. Awkward. |
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sheriffexe) wrote2017-01-13 11:14 am
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[Almost everyone who's interacted with Riku up til now has probably only heard his voice at an even level--stating the facts as he sees them, for better or for worse. But the moment he sees the familiar black hair, the familiar form and posture, Riku's calling out to her, his voice filled with surprise and urgency and relief, because she's here and while there are still so many people left in the town, he doesn't have to worry about her.
But he is still worried about her, because dying wasn't exactly a pleasant experience for him and he doubts it was for her either. He swallows, feeling the thick scar tissue over his Adam's apple riding up and down with the movement, then heads in her direction.]
Xion, you're here. Are you... how are you feeling?
[Obviously she won't be okay. What kind of a question was that to even almost ask...?]
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[ As soon as she hears his voice she's moving. Heedless. Whoever or whatever else is in her way seems to fade into nothing.
Riku.
Before she even knows it she's got her arms thrown around him in the tightest hug she's ever given anyone, her face buried in his shoulder. And, of course, she starts to cry. It's a mix of relief and ... something else. ]
I ... I'm okay. I wanted to-- I wanted to stay! I can't believe... [ A beat and she gives up on that line of thought, shaking her head against him. ] That's not important right now. Riku, I ...
[ She looks up at him again, smiling a little. ]
I'm so glad to see you.
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So when she pulls away enough to look up at him, he's summoning an attempt at a wry smile.]
Hey, I couldn't let you have all the fun, could I? I told you we'd both go home together.
[And now that she's here, they can.]
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For a long moment Xion stays still, holding onto him and trying to calm down. Swallowing is difficult with this lump in her throat. ] Riku, I...
[ ...
Does it really matter? Hannibal was the first person to convince her of feeling this way. Maybe she should go home, just because any advice from him has got to be terrible advice.
Spiting herself to spite him, though, would probably... who even knows how he'd feel. Not the way she'd want him to, which is all that really matters.
Xion pulls away just enough to look up at him, uncertain. ]
.... I don't know if I want to go home, anymore.
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[He shuts himself up before he can say any more. Of course she doesn't want to go back. Why would she? If she goes back to their worlds, she's resigning herself to becoming a part of Sora again. To fading away from existence, to existing only in their memories. Who wouldn't want to avoid that fate?
And if she doesn't go back, it means that he can use his reward from the game for something else, right? Maybe to protect his friends. To stop Organization XIII. Maybe he can make it so that Naminé and Roxas can be their own people, just like he'd hoped Xion would get to be...
He forces his voice even again as he speaks.]
I guess I can understand why you might not want to go back. Was there somewhere else you wanted to go instead?
[Of course she wouldn't want to go back. He'd failed her here by dying mere days after they'd decided to protect everyone. Why should she risk that he'd fail her again if they both went home?]
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[ Her jaw works, and her hands find his forearms, curling tight around them. The look on her face is probably - at least to Riku, who has known her longest out of anyone where - that she's really struggling with this. ]
I don't know. Natalie and I talked about going somewhere, but... [ She swallows, ducking her head. ]
I don't know if I can. If Sora still can't wake up without me, I won't have a choice.
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The Sheriff... Hal said that we'll each be rewarded before we go home. We've done enough to be rewarded by ending up here on the train. [By dying.] I was going to use mine to make sure you could live a life of your own, anyways. If you really want to leave, I won't stop you. I can use my reward to make sure that Sora wakes up without you needing to give your life up for him.
[He's struggling too, grateful for the blindfold to hide what would be readily apparent in his eyes. A part of him wonders if he'll ever successfully complete the task that's laid before him, but another part of him argues back that this might be another opportunity to make the right choice, to do the right thing. But is the "right thing" to put his friend and the worlds first and convince her to go back with him...? Or is the right thing to help Xion?
He doesn't want to force her. It's like he's said to Tarvek, to Noctis--Xion is a person in her own right, regardless of if she has a heart or not. Honestly, he's finding it hard to believe that he doesn't have a heart. And if that's the case... how can he just write her off?]
It's up to you, Xion. We could use another Keyblade wielder in the fight against the darkness. But if you want to go somewhere else, I won't stop you.
[He'd miss her. Somehow in the few weeks he got to know her, she's carved out a spot for herself in his heart. But... he can't force her to do something that goes against what her (not-)heart is telling her.]
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Riku would give up his reward ... for her? But... he... ]
You can't, [ she says, stunned, not even realizing that her tears have started to fall again. ] I ...
[ Ah. Xion ducks her head, lifting one hand to rub at her face. What does ... she even say to this? To any of this? She'd started to want to live, and then started to feel guilty about it considering the source of her determination, but even so, she couldn't deny...
That wanting to live, to see everyone's smiles, to live a life that's all her own...
Is something she wants so much she can hardly breathe around it. ]
The Organization will chase me. [ now she's babbling. ] Forever. Is that really what you want? Is my Keyblade--
[ ... good enough? ]