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thoughtformed2013-06-23 06:44 pm
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Who: Sora and you!
What: Like, is any of this for real? Sora emerges from the hospital, a bit dazed and confused and trying to figure out what sort of dream world he's stumbled onto. Or if it's even a dream.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Where: Immediate area surrounding the hospital and probably other areas as Sora wanders!
Warnings: None yet!
The past few days — wait, was it days or hours? or neither? — have not really been all that kind to Sora.
But dreams have a habit of meandering from one point to the next, of managing to appear significant and impotent at the same time, don't they? As he'd run through the sidelong pathways and skewed buildings of The World That Never Was, Sora'd bumped into too many familiar faces — and the ones he didn't recognize, he thought he should have.
And then, "It has to be him." And then, before he could consider it further, he was shuffled along to much less familiar faces. Or were the two who stood before him in place of his best friends really that unfamiliar?
And then he woke up.
Honestly, Sora hadn't really absorbed much about what he'd been told in the hospital. He's pretty sure he had asked questions, maybe he had shrugged his shoulders and commented on how he needed to make sure his friends were okay. That part he remembers well enough, though now, as he stepped carefully down the street, peering into buildings and glancing around corners and maybe stopping along the way to ask passersby for directions, he really had two things on his mind.
Well, all right, two. The first was the fact that his Dream Eaters were missing, curiously. If this wasn't a dream world, where exactly in relation to home had he awakened?
The other was that he had to find Riku.
What: Like, is any of this for real? Sora emerges from the hospital, a bit dazed and confused and trying to figure out what sort of dream world he's stumbled onto. Or if it's even a dream.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Where: Immediate area surrounding the hospital and probably other areas as Sora wanders!
Warnings: None yet!
The past few days — wait, was it days or hours? or neither? — have not really been all that kind to Sora.
But dreams have a habit of meandering from one point to the next, of managing to appear significant and impotent at the same time, don't they? As he'd run through the sidelong pathways and skewed buildings of The World That Never Was, Sora'd bumped into too many familiar faces — and the ones he didn't recognize, he thought he should have.
And then, "It has to be him." And then, before he could consider it further, he was shuffled along to much less familiar faces. Or were the two who stood before him in place of his best friends really that unfamiliar?
And then he woke up.
Honestly, Sora hadn't really absorbed much about what he'd been told in the hospital. He's pretty sure he had asked questions, maybe he had shrugged his shoulders and commented on how he needed to make sure his friends were okay. That part he remembers well enough, though now, as he stepped carefully down the street, peering into buildings and glancing around corners and maybe stopping along the way to ask passersby for directions, he really had two things on his mind.
Well, all right, two. The first was the fact that his Dream Eaters were missing, curiously. If this wasn't a dream world, where exactly in relation to home had he awakened?
The other was that he had to find Riku.
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"I'm sorry about that. I really did want to speak with you, but..."
There really was no time. But now there would be plenty of it while they were here, right? They could talk all they want.
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He shrugged, as if to express that a conversation didn't have to happen right there and then.
"There's something I really have been meaning to tell you, though."
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"Want to sit down? It'll be more comfortable."
Without waiting for his answer, she began heading towards it.
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Sora followed behind, stretching, holding his hands behind his head. He didn't mind having a seat, now that he thought about it, he could probably use a nap at some point soon.
That, and he was actually a lot more relaxed than he was just a little while ago. He wasn't alone — that was what was most important to him.
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It really didn't hit her until now. Sitting next to Sora and finally being able to talk to him like this.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" she finally asked.
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It was true that he had a lot of questions. For some of them, he wasn't even sure if Naminé was the right person to be asking. There was, however, something he was absolutely certain about.
First things first. "I'd wanted to thank you more than anything, Naminé." He owed her that, didn't he? He'd been owing her that since the first time he woke up in Twilight Town.
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"You're welcome," she replied. "Although I'm really the one who should be thanking you, Sora."
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"I dunno... I feel like there's still a lot I haven't been able to do to help everybody out." Those who were still hurting. Naminé He glanced at her, as if to say, he hasn't figured out how to help her. Not yet. The dream worlds were supposed to be a start, weren't they?
"But you're here now, right? Things might be starting to look up."