Day 224

[croceamors]

Who: Saix, some Dusks, and you whether you like it or not
Open: Open
When: 224
Where: Your room! Yep. ALT: around the Bastion
What: As it turns out, Dusks are assholes.
Format: I'll follow
Warnings:


Normally mornings in the Bastion are... routine and occasionally dull. That's just how it is.

Yet this morning, a few people might feel something... wet and cool on their face. Moving? The moment they open their eyes, they'll- Okay what the fuck is that. That might be all the thought they get to have before the Dusk Nobody suddenly vanishes in a swirl of Darkness and... Was it holding a sharpie in its hands?

...You might want to go take a look at your face in a mirror. Or give chase. One or the other.

Alternatively...

Whether you've been a victim to bored sharpie scribblings with your face on the canvas or just going about your day as normal, you'll suddenly find a golden retriever and another (or maybe even the same) Dusk Nobody nearly barreling into your kneecaps. The dog moreso than the Nobody, really. The dog looks up with a happy tail wag and what looks like a stick in its mouth before a sharp whistle has both creatures returning to Saix's side.

"Sorry about that." It sounds more obligatory than sincere.

Comments

[croceamors]

It's said like it's that simple. Saix gives a sigh and crosses his arms, looking annoyed. Which honestly isn't too much of a change of pace, he's well aware.

"What would you suggest? This wasn't something that was particularly considered back in the Organization." Partially because Dusks weren't expected to live for too long as resident cannon fodder. "It's not as though I can play fetch with them."

[coolerthansora]

Did his face change at all there? Roxas didn't notice.

"Well, they're not dogs." Roxas gives a little sigh of his own. "I don't know. I've been having a hard time- trying to explain free time to my Samurai at all."

[croceamors]

"It might very well be something they'll simply never understand, considering their status." They're called Lesser Nobodies for a reason, after all. "Still, something to keep them occupied that wouldn't count as work is something to look into. We know they have an interest in petty harassment, at least."

[coolerthansora]

"It might just take a really long time." Roxas isn't willing to see it any other way. They're all Nobodies. The Lessers might not remember how to be people, but neither did Roxas at first. They just need help.

"...maybe they'd like drawing." They sure like drawing mustaches anyway.

[croceamors]

It's also possible that they just like harassing Roxas. That's certainly something to consider although not something to encourage. Saix thinks over the suggestion.

"...I suppose it's worth a shot. Maybe I'll be able to enlist their help in something I've been wanting to do. Whatever keeps them from harassing the rest of the residents here."

[coolerthansora]

"Something you've been wanting to do?" Roxas is a little confused because he thought they were talking about getting them some hobbies besides work.

[croceamors]

"Yes." Saix actually looks something approaching awkward for a moment. "Now that we have a proper night sky at least within the Bastion... I was considering redoing the spare room in my apartment. Painting the ceiling to look like the sky." It's really the only hobby he could think to do around here.

"It's not quite drawing, but maybe it would catch at least one of the Dusks' attention."

[coolerthansora]

"Oh." Well, that's a pleasant surprise. It doesn't sound like work at all.

"That- actually sounds really nice."

[croceamors]

It's a miracle, isn't it?

"It's something that I did before I was taken in by the Organization. I figured... if there was anyplace to start, it was there."

[coolerthansora]

Just about.

Roxas nods in agreement. "Y'know, back in Vatheon, one of my friends gave me this- star projector lamp. You'd turn it on and there'd be little lights all over everything. It was neat."

[croceamors]

This... seems like a pretty safe line of conversation. May as well keep on it. "Have you thought about getting a similar one here? I don't that would cost much for the Bastion to produce."

[coolerthansora]

"Hm. Guess I haven't thought much about decorating lately. I- was gonna get an ice-cream-maker next."

Only now he doesn't have anyone to eat ice cream with. He's trying not to let on how much that bothers him.

[croceamors]

"Really?" Some things never change, apparently. "A normal one? Where would you get the ingredients?"

[coolerthansora]

"I dunno. I might have to buy some of those with shards, too. Rin would know." He hesitates and then offers, "I guess you can have some, once it's made."

[croceamors]

"...If you need anything else, I could give you some. I've managed a decent stash now. I doubt an ice cream maker would put too much of a dent in it."

[coolerthansora]

Roxas blinks at the offer, but he guesses it makes sense if Saix is going to get ice cream out of it, too.

"Um, thanks. Are you saving up for something?"

[croceamors]

"I was saving up for a moon." Yep, that's a thing he just said. Roxas should get why that's important for him or else Saix is going to dismiss him as an eternal lost cause. "It seems the Bastion has taken care of that for now, however, so I think I'll aim for some... less costly expenses."

[coolerthansora]

No, Roxas has that one. Saix saving up for a moon honestly makes more sense to him than when he decided to get a big gun.

"If you were saving up for that, you probably do have a lot. You could get all sorts of stuff."

[croceamors]

"It's just a matter of what." Oh, actually, that reminds him...

"Actually, I have a question I've been meaning to ask you."

[coolerthansora]

"Really?" Saix, you are becoming all manner of unexpected. "What is it?"

[croceamors]

Hopefully in a good way, since that is his goal.

Saix shifts in place, letting his hand fall down to scratch the back of New Moon's ears. "You're generally more social than I am, which is really the only reason why I think you might have any idea about this, but... How do you make a person want to keep on living?"

[coolerthansora]

"You mean... if they don't right now?" Well, that's not a heavy question at all. Roxas falters. It's not something he's really dealt with before, unless you count how Axel wanted to go back home so he could give his life for Sora. But he thought he was protecting someone. It wasn't that he wanted to die.

"...it's probably really hard. Like getting your heart back. ... You're not- talking about you, right?" Saix may not be the most enthusiastic about living, but Roxas is pretty sure he's not interested in dying.

[croceamors]

"I have a healthy sense of self preservation, so no." He's never wanted to really lose his life, even if he has put it on the table if he thought there was something worth it on the line.

"There's a girl who went out onto the Skyway to die but who I..." Okay, he can't really say 'convinced' here in any shape or form. "I told her I'd kill her if she worked for it. It was the only thing I could think to say as a delaying tactic."

[coolerthansora]

Roxas winces. That's a horrible thing to say to someone, even if it somehow persuaded her to put it off. They definitely need to come up with something better than that.

"Try- not to bring that up again if you can help it. That can't be good for her to hear." He frowns, trying to think of what would help. "Did she say anything about why?"

[croceamors]

"I won't." He knows that much, at least. He just... doesn't know what else to do. Still, it feels like something he should keep with. Maybe it won't do much for getting back his heart, but maybe it can help the Darkness that Maka was worried about back in Vatheon. Learning to care about and help other people... Who knows.

"It was a bit of a list, but, from what I can tell... Being useless, her loved ones being dead and not caring about her if they weren't, being called a monster presumably for her powers... The Dusks haven't reported her doing anything foolish lately, so at least she's slightly better but the issue still hasn't been solved."

He already made a promise, so he doesn't want it coming back to bite him in the ass.