Who: Open!
Where: All over the city.
Summary: A general 13th Hour log.
Warnings: Standard violence.
Every month, it seems like,
something weird happens, and more often than not it involves
combat. Naturally, it's best to be prepared. Where will you be when the 13th Hour strikes?
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[Nano glances down at her keyblade, and then at Even.]
You wanted to ask me about this?
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[He gives a simple nod.]
How long have you been in possession of it?
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No, I didn't know. Something happened here last year where some of us traded memories with each other for a few days, and I got the memories of a keyblade wielder. Most of them went away, but I still remembered a little bit about how to use one, so another one of my friends who already had a replica keyblade gave it to me so I could train. I had no idea I'd get a real one.
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[Somewhere, in the back of his mind, something whispers - yes. Memories can make a keyblade wielder. Of course they can.]
I would hardly have expected that to be the case: but I can see the logic in how such things came to be.
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Don't concern yourself too much with the details. Suffice it to say, memories are powerful things indeed, even when disconnected from their source.
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[He gives the faintest hint of what might be a smile.]
Were you two friends in any way past this - exchange?
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[Long shot, but still...]
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Could he judge Xion for her choice in friends? Did she even know just what a treacherous snake she'd thrown her lot in with?
And can he judge this strange new keyblade wielder for her choices?
It took him a few long moments, fists clenched, before he manages to speak on. It's a strangled sound as he does.]
...that sounds correct, yes.
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[Nano's looking concerned and a little shamed right now.]
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You weren't to know. And more fool I for bringing that topic up. But I knew them both - and while Roxas was a boy with potential, Axel was the most [and the floodgates open as he gestures with his free hand] infuriating, disrespectful, treacherous person I have ever had the displeasure to meet! He looked like an upstanding citizen to her, I'm sure, but I'm equally sure that serpent had the girl twisted around his little finger with a smile...
Do me this courtesy. Never mention his name to me again.
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My apologies. But this has touched on some sensitive issues.
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She wouldn't have had reason to. It's unlikely she knew.
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