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wrfmlogsarchiveWho: Koios, Roxas
What: Koios wants that talk. Roxas doesn't.
Where: Alexandria
When: The day after this thread.
Status: Ongoing
The door closed. Koios sighed in relief; those idiots had been getting annoying. And they had a serious problem with mood swings. One minute, the lot of them were ranting and raving about how they'd lost the advantage, and the next they were celebrating the fall of a world important to their enemies and the recapture of a Keybearer. What they didn't seem to realize was that none of them had actually done anything to make it happen.
Some days, he really just wanted that whole damn organization to fall apart already. He was counting the minutes until it did.
With a roll of his eyes, Koios made his way through the castle to the eastern wing. The prisoner would be there, watched carefully by the castle guards. Not that they were necessary; it was more of a formality. A stupid one, in his opinion, but he'd decided to bite the bullet - they didn't want to risk another unexpected escape.
He finally reached his destination and suppressed the look of distaste he was certain he had. The kid was already going to be stubborn about this; Koios had already gleaned that from their fight yesterday. He didn't want to make him even less likely to talk. So he forced his expression to be neutral, reminding himself again that that shouldn't be so hard to do anymore.
Guards dismissed, he walked in the room, shoved his hands into his pockets, and loitered, pointedly ignoring the prison he'd crafted for the moment. It was a cage made of pure glass, without a door or a lock. He'd made sure that it was big enough to be comfortable - he'd had even thrown the kid on a mattress before he'd made the thing - but the one thing he couldn't help with now was the temperature. A distinct lack of glass in the windows made that a little difficult. Maybe they could put some tapestries over them.
Time to give up the charade, he thought. Turning around to face the cage and its occupant, he said, "So, Keybearer. You ready for that talk now?"
What: Koios wants that talk. Roxas doesn't.
Where: Alexandria
When: The day after this thread.
Status: Ongoing
The door closed. Koios sighed in relief; those idiots had been getting annoying. And they had a serious problem with mood swings. One minute, the lot of them were ranting and raving about how they'd lost the advantage, and the next they were celebrating the fall of a world important to their enemies and the recapture of a Keybearer. What they didn't seem to realize was that none of them had actually done anything to make it happen.
Some days, he really just wanted that whole damn organization to fall apart already. He was counting the minutes until it did.
With a roll of his eyes, Koios made his way through the castle to the eastern wing. The prisoner would be there, watched carefully by the castle guards. Not that they were necessary; it was more of a formality. A stupid one, in his opinion, but he'd decided to bite the bullet - they didn't want to risk another unexpected escape.
He finally reached his destination and suppressed the look of distaste he was certain he had. The kid was already going to be stubborn about this; Koios had already gleaned that from their fight yesterday. He didn't want to make him even less likely to talk. So he forced his expression to be neutral, reminding himself again that that shouldn't be so hard to do anymore.
Guards dismissed, he walked in the room, shoved his hands into his pockets, and loitered, pointedly ignoring the prison he'd crafted for the moment. It was a cage made of pure glass, without a door or a lock. He'd made sure that it was big enough to be comfortable - he'd had even thrown the kid on a mattress before he'd made the thing - but the one thing he couldn't help with now was the temperature. A distinct lack of glass in the windows made that a little difficult. Maybe they could put some tapestries over them.
Time to give up the charade, he thought. Turning around to face the cage and its occupant, he said, "So, Keybearer. You ready for that talk now?"
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Date: 2010-05-27 11:35 pm (UTC)"What do you call getting in my way and refusing to get out of my way when I was too busy for you, then?"
He didn't give the guard any more than a passing glance as the man handed a laptop to his captor. He had a feeling he knew what was going to be pulled up. It was a bit relieving that his friends were okay, but that didn't mean he had to forgive this idiot the trouble he was causing. Though he sort of suspected that his absence wouldn't be noticed right away or at least not realized for what it was, the reminder of it was still mildly unnerving. Rather than call attention to it, he took something else that was mentioned and went with it.
"Speaking of vanished worlds... you wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you? I mean, you were holding the Princesses of Heart captive and their worlds are among the worlds that have vanished." Bravado. Stupid, but it might help him at least a little bit. That and it distracted him from the pain in his wrists.
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Date: 2010-06-04 10:39 pm (UTC)He was really getting tired of this crap. The kid wasn't going to cooperate, he'd figured that out already. If he was going to get the answer he wanted, Koios would have to get at some of the kid's friends. The Songbird might do well enough for that; she liked dreams, right? And she'd helped the others get Hearts, and restored her own, or something to that effect? Maybe she could help him, too.
Or maybe the Mistress of Evil herself would oblige. That was always an option, and a much more tempting one at that. Maybe he would explore that one, instead.
Koios raised an eyebrow in surprise at Roxas' question. "And why would I care about the Princesses of Heart, or the vanished worlds? I'm just a Nobody who wants his damn Heart back."
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Date: 2010-06-04 11:09 pm (UTC)"I didn't ask if you cared. I asked if you knew," he replied, trying to keep his tone even, "Then again, it's probably a stupid question. You wouldn't tell me if you did know how they vanished. Which is fair enough, I guess." He didn't want to suggest that the dude stop wasting his time and go do something else because he already knew what that something else was going to be.