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Post by Milo on Apr 27, 2015 8:08:38 GMT
{  } Milo sits atop the clock tower kicking his feet as a couple bars of Sea Salt Ice cream slowly melt in his hands. His small pet heartless licking at one of them, the other one is untouched. He is not sure why he bought two but he did. The shop keep telling him that it was the best ice cream that he would ever eat. Which I guess could be true simply because Milo doesn't really eat ice cream. But his little pet had shown great interest and it was cheap so he went to by one, and ended up walking out the shop with two. So he decided that he would at least get a good view out of visiting this world. Absentmindedly he looks down at the mark on his hand. He likes it such a surprising amount. It doesn't help that this is where he got the mark in the first place. Looking around at the sun, then out at the rest of the city. It really is a beautiful place. A rival with Traverse towns perpetual night to Milo for a better place to be. But really there is no one place that Milo has decided that he likes staying more. I wonder if I will meet someone new while I am here. Milo thinks to himself. That would be nice wouldn't it. Maybe a friendly heartless, or another nobody. He doesnt get to meet a lot of smart nobodys. |
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Post by solomon on Apr 27, 2015 9:19:54 GMT
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The rounded end of Solomon's metal staff struck the clock-tower floor with a rhythmic clunk... clunk... clunk...
This city was too densely populated... it was only by necessity that he had come into Twilight Town at all. Here you could never stop looking back over your shoulder, second guessing, scanning faces. Sometimes, stepping through a city gate was more dangerous than walking in the wilds alone. People had ganged up on him before: surrounded him in side-streets and seedy courtyards, eyes flickering, smiling like jackals.
After a few brief stops in the marketplace, Solomon had decided that he should duck into some secluded place until the street traffic thinned out.
Too many questions. Too many dirty looks. So, he quietly slipped through a side-door at the base of the clock tower, and started to climb.
Walking through the clock tower towards the wide windows and open ledges bathed in sunlight, Solomon slipped back his hood. Finally. The tension in his muscles started to ease. Sighing, the Nobody tugged a packet out of his coat. Rolled a cigarette. A little orange flame burst to life with a fizz as he struck a match. Just as he was starting to relax, stepping out into the free air and warm sunset colors, Solomon realized that he wasn't alone. There, on the same ledge, sat a dark-haired stranger, licking some ice-blue block on a stick.
For a moment, Solomon froze. His hood... he had to leave before...
It was too late.
<<< OOC: not a very good post. sorry! will be better in future. >>>
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Post by Milo on Apr 27, 2015 9:52:43 GMT
{ } Milo takes another try of the Ice cream and still finds that he is not enjoying it like he should be. Maybe his heart has never liked ice cream. He shivers thinking about his time as a somebody. That was a time so long ago, and that is where he would like to keep it. Looking up to the sun again, he hears the sound of someone joining him on the roof. Then the sound of a match being set alight. Turning slightly he sees that its a man, and when he goes to peer at his hear he finds himself staring into nothingness. How interesting a Nobody, did the power of Milo's thoughts being him up to the roof. He laughs internally at this. "Good evening" Milo says simply as he sees the man notice him and stiffen like he wishes to bolt. He pulls a pair of fingerless gloves over his hands as he turns and smiles at the man. "Nice day for a smoke I imagine." Milo states as he spots the lose cigarette in the mans mouth. "Care for a Sea Salt Ice Cream?" Milo holds his hand out with the stick of ice cream, his poster relaxed and non aggressive, hoping to entice the nobody into a steady stream of dialog. |
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Post by solomon on Apr 27, 2015 23:01:40 GMT
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"Good evening. Nice day for a smoke I imagine." The young man glanced at the burning cigarette. Solomon forced himself to relax, taking a deep draw at his cigarette. Exhaling, he squinted in the cloud of smoke. There was no way of knowing how another person would react when they saw him with his hood lowered. Strange... his strange appearance didn't seem to bother his person at all. Why not? This indifference was unusual and Solomon to wondered at it.
"Care for a Sea Salt Ice Cream?" The stranger held out the block-on-a-stick. Cautiously, ready to respond to any unexpected movement or action, Solomon took the ice cream. He looked at it for a second, then gave it a try. Hm. Not bad.
Holding the Sea Salt ice cream, Solomon sat down on the ledge outside the strangers' striking distance. As wary as he might be, the Nobody rarely met someone who seemed interested in sticking around after seeing his deformities. Staying around might be worthwhile...
"Thank you." Keeping his expression and manner calm, Solomon ate his block-on-a-stick in silence for a moment.
"I didn't expect to meet anyone here. I suppose this view would attract visitors."
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Post by Milo on Apr 27, 2015 23:33:37 GMT
{ } Milo nods to Solomon as he thanks him for the ice creams. Milo doesn't move, he feels slightly like he is dealing with something akin to a stray cat. So he is staying calm, trying to note everything. This other sides out a good bit away from Milo out of any kind of reach. But now he can get a better look at him, and vise verse. Milo observes the strange abnormality's. But they really don't bother him. He turns into what looks like a demon when he fights, who is he to judge. But as well Solomon gets a look at Milo, in his dark coat, loss tie, and dress pants. His dark Blue hair rustling in the wind slightly passing over his lovely blue eyes. He ears which are slightly pointed, and his finger nails that looks like claws, and the only other thing on his him his beautiful Kurikara, his Katana. But there was also his small cat like heartless that was still licking at the remaining Ice cream, slowly whittling it down. It has a slightly shadowy appearance that goes with the rest of its body. Its not hard to tell by sight that it is a heartless. The little thing then suddenly decides that it doesn't like how Milo is holding the bar for him, and wraps its mouth around it and carries it off a few feet to finish it off on its own. The thing really loves to entertain him sometimes. Turning towards Solomon Milo hears him speak "I didn't expect to meet anyone here. I suppose this view would attract visitors." which makes him nod. "Most people dont know how to get up here" He says as he holds out one of his hands in greeting. "My name is Milo by the way."
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Post by solomon on Apr 28, 2015 17:08:16 GMT
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"most people don't know how to get up here." the stranger held out his hand. solomon looked at him for a second. then he shook hands, noting that the boys' fingernails curved like claws. unusual. as soon as he clasped the strangers' hand, a shudder ran through him, as if he had plunged his hand in ice water, or touched something repellant. a crawling feeling ran up his spine. as quickly as he could without drawing attention to his discomfort, solomon let go.
"my name is Milo by the way." apparently Milo wanted to conversation to continue. solomon did as well, if only to better understand what had just happened. what was that? both his insatiable curiosity and a sense of necessity drove the Nobody to find out what he could about Milo.
"i am Solomon. what brings you up to the clock tower ledge, Milo?" ice cream completely forgotten, Solomon waited for Milo's answer, simply holding the strangers' treat until it dripped onto his hand and trickled down his knuckles.
<<< OOC: so, that was Solomon's reaction to touching a Heartless (something he hasn't done since his own heart was stolen). not quite sure how it works...>>>
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Post by Milo on Apr 29, 2015 2:23:40 GMT
{ } That was an interesting reaction, as Solomon grabbed his hand, Milo watched what he could have sworn be a shiver rush up his arm. Not something Milo sees every day. But that was okay, it could just be his condition towards heartless. Wouldn't surprise him very much, he has gotten some odd looks when he has had to go full throttle into a battle.
"Its a pleasure to meet you Solomon." it really is, he was happy to get to meet someone new. He had been meeting some odd and annoying people as of late. As to why he was up here, that was more of a complicated answer if he gave the full truth. Would he tell him about Lilith, as his start on the journey to truly become War? Could he speak of how wonderful it was to first meet Lilith and how his distrust had quickly melted into almost affection for her? Of how he had pledged to do what ever she wished as any cost?
"I like the view." Nope, that would have to do. "And yourself?"
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Post by solomon on May 5, 2015 1:44:45 GMT
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"it's a pleasure to meet you solomon."
solomon listened to Milo's response, staring down at the rooftops and narrow streets below, thinking. Milo looked human. from what solomon had seen, Milo had emotions like a regular human (though some of the unfortunate ones, the people like him, were adept in mimicking feelings and expressions). Even so... that strange, unpleasant shuddering was a reaction that solomon never had with normal people. As solomon calmly considered various explanations, one troubling answer dawned on him. There were stories... solomon had heard them in his travels. human-form heartless weren't common, and he had never seen one before, but there was always the possibility that this Milo was a Heartless. the thought was... unsettling. Keeping his head down, solomon examined his surroundings from memory. His long, black metal staff leaned against a pillar behind him, right where he paused to smoke a cigarette. Far out of reach. Looking at the city between the tops of his boots, solomon decided that it didn't make much of a difference. If there was a problem, he could always throw Milo off the tower. Besides. It would be wise to learn more about him before anything else...
"I like the view. And yourself?"
For a second, solomon didn't reply. Thin clouds of cigarette smoke wafted upward and dissolved. Why not tell the truth. There was no harm in it.
"I climbed up to escape the crowds. Strangers of my description aren't welcomed in most cities. Not a problem which you would have, I imagine."
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Post by Milo on May 5, 2015 2:42:08 GMT
{ } Understandable honestly , Milo may not think him that strange but to any of the somebody's down there they might not take a liking to him. Where as Milo is different, he has seen quite a few strange things in his life, and a nobody with a literal screw loses wasn't going to get to him any time soon. But then the question of Milo having the problem, it kind of makes him chuckle. He really wouldn't, but if they saw his other side. The Demon of War the he keeps within, they would have a different feeling towards him.
"No, normally I don't. Of course if they new what I was." Milo laughs "They would run screaming." Milo saw him look like he worried about what Milo was when he grabbed his hand. He would be best if he relieved that tension. So shifting slightly to the side, he pulls his sword from its resting place and lightly and carefully tosses it to a distance that he cannot easily grab if he wanted to get aggressive.
"Not really looking for a fight if that is what you are worried about. I would rather just keep having this peaceful conversation."
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Post by solomon on May 6, 2015 8:20:10 GMT
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"no, normally I don't. Of course if they new what I was." The strange man laughed. "They would run screaming."
Solomon watched the dark strangers' face, trying to read his expression. What was he? The more he talked with Milo, the more his survival instincts (his animal-like wariness and sense of danger) intensified.
When Milo shifted his position, Solomon felt his muscles grow tense. You wouldn't be able to tell by looking at him, but the Nobody was poised to dodge, to attack, to respond to whatever threat that might come. As it turned out, he needn't have been so worried. Milo grabbed his sword (Solomon was ready to pitch him over the edge of the tower as soon as he started to draw it), picked it up, and tossed it out of reach.
"Not really looking for a fight if that is what you are worried about. I would rather just keep having this peaceful conversation."
Solomon relaxed a little. So Milo wanted to talk. Fine. They were both sitting here for the same reason. The sea-salt ice cream dripped over his knuckles. Silently, he watched the pale blue dribble for a minute. Then he said, "Well then. Where are you from, Milo?" What he really wanted to know was the reason why people would be afraid of Milo. Who was he? What was he? But those answers would have to wait. Now wasn't the time to ask...
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Post by Milo on May 6, 2015 8:39:55 GMT
{ } Milo smile watching Solomon relax a little. Nobody or not his fight or flight response seemed to have traveled with him in his new life. That was interesting, no emotion but higher instinct. He should make a fine friend, if he doesnt bolt before hand. Which just means Milo should treat him with more care, much like he would a wild heartless.
He would act and move slowly, he would not speak about anything that might trigger him. Well no, he would, because to get it out of the way he is about to tell him what he is. Not everyone is so inclined as he it with the ability to see into anothers heart.
"Well I was reborn in a small world you wouldn't know. A small village I was passing through was attack by a horde of heartless, and my heart was consumed and became devoid of all light." Milo smiles at Solomon as he says this, as if it was everyday conversation, his hand mindlessly petting his small heartless. Hopefully Solomon wouldnt run at this, but thems the breaks. If he does Milo wouldnt really be bothered. Its just another person running from him. Why should he care?
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Post by solomon on May 6, 2015 22:25:45 GMT
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"Well I was reborn in a small world you wouldn't know. A small village I was passing through was attacked by a horde of heartless, and my heart was consumed and became devoid of all light."
Milo smiled. The way he told the story, having your heart consumed by darkness was something as common and everyday as running to the market square. Solomon listened, unsure of how to respond to this new information. So. Milo was a human-form heartless. Heartless.... Solomon had run into the shadowy creatures before: he had seen a horde of them attack a lone traveler, steal his heart. But they never took any interest in Solomon. Still... despite their lack of interest, heartless put him on edge, unsettled him.
For a minute, no one spoke. As uneasy as he felt, Solomon's curiosity demanded more information. This was a rare opportunity. And, truth be told, whatever happened in his previous life, humans had caused Solomon more harm than the heartless for as long as he could remember. Still cautious, Solomon decided to talk openly with Milo.
"I don't remember where I came from. My history is similar to yours, I think. Though, only in one detail." Thoughtful, Solomon put his hand to his mouth and sucked the icecream off his knuckles. "What made the difference, I wonder, between you and me. Your heart was consumed by darkness... I have no memory of my own."
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Post by Milo on May 6, 2015 22:35:54 GMT
{ } Interesting, there may have been a long moment of silence but it wasnt the kind where he was figuring out how to take down Milo but one where he kind of realizes that this isnt as bad has he thinks. At least that is what Milo is hoping he is thinking because he was happy to be having this conversation. But then when he talks about his rebirth, thats an interesting question. Milo didnt know much about nobody's but he could sure think of how they are born. A few things he does know is that they retain the body, maybe a heartless retains what is left of the heart and make a new body. That would mean that there might be someone out there who is his old somebody's nobody. That would be interesting.
"Well I would think that there is not exact different. You are the body of the shell, and I am the darkened heart taken form." Milo doesnt know for sure, but that would make the most sense. |
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Post by solomon on May 7, 2015 7:24:39 GMT
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"Well I would think that there is not exact different. You are the body of the shell, and I am the darkened heart taken form."
Solomon stared down at the ice-blue, melting block. A shell. No... he was more than that.... more than just an empty shell. He had a mind... his actions carried weight. Yet, there was no denying that Milo's words seemed to make sense. Milo was the manifestation of his own darkened heart. Solomon... what did that make Solomon? A manifestation of a broken mind. Broken instinct. Shattered memories. The ghost of his former self.
If Milo was correct... did that mean that somewhere, someone carried his own lost heart? Solomon's hand tightened into a fist. The thought... repelled him. That made him fractured. Un-whole. More broken and lost than ever. Curiosity, a thirst for understanding: sometimes these things led you to places you didn't want to go.
"What you say seems true. A darkened Heart, you say..." Milo sat there, stroking his pet, with his sword out of his reach somewhere behind them. Maybe that was the key difference. The darkness of their hearts.
"You remember your former life, then." This was a question, rather than a statement.
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Post by Milo on May 7, 2015 21:13:37 GMT
{ } Milo hates thinking about his time as a somebody. It doesn't feel right, like it was a time before a time. Someone else life that lives within his mind. The only really part that he can connect with is the loneliness that that life felt. But other then that he would rather just forget it all. Which he had there was a few large gaps where he had no memory of that time.
"If my body happened to turn to a nobody I wouldn't be surprised if I recognized it. Of course it wouldn't be able to do that same. Other then the sword of course, its the only thing that I kept from my horrid time as a somebody." Milo looks over to his sword lovingly, he could never have thrown it away it is to dear to him. His kurikara, his moon lite blade.
"Of course there is no real way to tell if the heart becomes a heartless, or anything more then a small shadow for that matter. Once you have fallen you are no longer the somebody that you once where. There are two new complete entities that are created. The heart to a heartless, and the body to a nobody. They no longer belong to one another after that moment." At least that is how Milo feels about it, if he where to meet his nobody one day if one happened to have been created that fateful night. I wander if Solomon feels similarly with his own Heartless from? |
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