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[oathkeyper]

prompt 3

[roxas is just. standing there. standing there in front of a mutant chicken, like he's having a staredown with it. is he okay?

probably.

mostly, he's just going to wonder aloud:]

What is this thing?

[and can it really give them eggs?

oh, tiny nobody, you know nothing of the world or the mutant chickens.]

prompt 4

[asking people about their childhood? well. that seems pretty easy. and really, roxas isn't very shy—he's kind of a quiet type and a bit unsure at times, but he is also very curious about the world, about people, about whole people. people with hearts, people who have had feelings and childhoods.

so he's totally unafraid to just make the approach in the name of completing the quest.]

What's it like... to have a childhood?

[oh.]

Comments

3.

[abasing]

It certainly looks like a monster to me.

[Ehhh. You can get eggs from monsters, but this sort of dirty job is pretty!! Beneath her!! She thinks.]

Are you sure you are prepared for this?

[oathkeyper]

[it's fine, tiara. roxas is used to doing stupid fetch quests and menial labor for other people. dispatching a monster of this size is pretty negligible compared to some of the heartless he's had to take down for the organization.]

Yeah, I think so.

[but not because he's worried about beating it.]

But how do you get it to give you eggs?

[abasing]

[Can she make him do the dirty work, then.]

Generally speaking, you would have to find its nest. Perhaps if you frightened it, it would move to protect it...?

[oathkeyper]

Scaring it... I can probably do that.

[maybe? you know, for all the things in his life that he's gotten pissed about, he's never tried to be intimidating on command.

so he draws in a breath, narrowing his eyes, and:]

Show me your nest, or I'll eliminate you! [...well, he's got the angry look down, but he's not very scary.]

[crosswind]

It's a chick...en?

[maybe. the jury's still out on that one. gran looks at the monstrosity and scratches the back of his head. what are they supposed to do once they get the eggs anyway? everything about this seems sketchy, but work is work, and it's better than wandering around a muted town for a few hours with no end goal in sight.

maybe they can try a smoother approach to this than attacking head on. it seems like a violent encounter is the least of the things gran would like to deal with, and who knows if it sinks its claws into either of them, whether or not that thing has diseases. or worse. change a person into a mutated chicken with a bite.

right.

so, pacifist route.]

Hey, how good of a singer are you?

[oathkeyper]

[the pacifist route isn't one roxas would normally go for immediately... mostly because all he knows is eating ice cream and whapping shit with his keyblade.

which means that beyond gran's maybe explanation that it's a chicken, he's left kind of puzzled for what comes next.]

Singing?

[he is... not sure. not sure why they'd be singing right now? he doesn't realize he can live his best disney life if he sings.]

I dunno... I've never really tried it before.

[obligatory.]

[crosswind]

[that chicken is going to be charmed into a false sense of security the likes of which any Disney musical would spend some serious cash for. that said, gran provides the determination and confidence needed to make this parboiled plan work, nodding with a sage like understanding and affirmation that it's going to work.]

Don't worry, you'll do great.

[and if not, there's always the pointy edge of the sword to rely on.

now, gran's no superstar (yet), but he can carry a tune for a little bit, and that's all that matters. and he's about to charge in with a lullaby when he realizes...]

Do you know any songs?

[oathkeyper]

[well, at least one of them has some semblance of a clue of what they're doing, superstar or not. gran is definitely a lot more confident than roxas is at the very least—he hasn't a clue how to go about this.

hitting things would be way easier.]

I don't... I don't think I know any at all.

[the extent of his exposure to music is demyx sitting around tuning his sitar, which he barely even counts, anyway.]

3!

[discoloured]

I don't know, either.

[ Xion looks puzzled, her brow lined. She looks over at Roxas, and then mimics his pose. ]

It's a bird of some sort, isn't it?

[ And then: ]

Don't dinosaurs come from birds?

[ Wrong way around but: ]

Maybe it's a dinosaur!

[oathkeyper]

[this is definitely not at all how it works—but what do they know? they're doing their best, but they're nobodies who know nothing about this world.]

Whoa...!

[he didn't expect that suggestion, in any case.]

Do you really think it's a dinosaur? [that would be so cool, what the hell. at least roxas seems pretty pleased with this potential finding of theirs...]

[discoloured]

It could be!

[ It's easy to piggyback off his enthusiasm, especially when Xion sees it so rarely. Her expression grows to include a smile.

Dinosaurs! If they did discover a living dinosaur, Axel might be so jealous. ]

It's awfully small, though. ... A baby dinosaur?

[oathkeyper]

[things have been rough! really, there's probably a lot to address that he's just ignoring, because he's happy enough to have xion here with him right now, anyway.]

Oh... maybe. [he's looking at it a little more thoughtfully than before.]

I wonder if it's lost. [...] Babies have... mothers, don't they?

[discoloured]

[ It's a piercing question. Xion flounders a little in response, not wanting to babble out something lame. To put it simply, she doesn't know the answer. She doesn't want to disappoint Roxas by saying something incorrect or silly, either. Mothers are a foreign element.

The monster bird squawks around their feet, eyes narrowed. It's feeling territorial. Not that they can tell. ]

I think... some do?

[ She glances over her shoulder. ]

A mother dinosaur would be really big, wouldn't she?

[oathkeyper]

[they'll be able to tell when it goes on the offensive, it's fine. they'll.. figure it out. in any case, xion's answer seems to be enough for roxas.

"if only axel were here—" is the thought that crosses his head for a moment. axel would probably be able to tell them for sure. but axel's not here, so that's pretty bunk.]

I think so. I've never seen a mother dinosaur. Or... any dinosaur, I guess. But I think they're supposed to be at least as big as one of the big Heartless.

[and yet, fighting a dinosaur would probably be less agonizing than some of the heartless he's fought.]

[discoloured]

So... [ Xion presses a fist to her mouth, looking thoughtful. ]

Maybe if we look for really big footprints, we can find the baby dinosaur's mother and then try to reunite them?

[ It'll be like a recon mission! Xion is terrible at those. Probably. ]

4

[spinatalltale]

[. . . . . . . . . . . . .]

Considering I blossomed forth from the most beautiful bud in the deepest part of the forest fully formed and surrounded by singing woodland creatures, I can't say that I know. ☆

[this was a mistake]

[oathkeyper]

[this was absolutely a mistake, because he's going to take her at her word for this.]

Oh...

[look, he knows nothing. does he even know where babies come from? probably not, because if he asked, the organization would give him a bunch of dumb roundabout answers, anyway.]

I guess I'll have to ask someone else, then. [head tilt.] Do a lot of people... "blossom" like that?

[spinatalltale]

[THIS POOR, SWEET SUMMER CHILD]

[if Magilou were a better person, she'd feel bad. but since she isn't. . .

Oh heavens no, of course not! Only the most powerful of powerful witches have such divine origins. Why, I have a magical friend who erupted from the fiery depths of a lava flow when she was born!

Nearly singed her hair right off. Poof! At the very least, she was rocking the no-eyebrows look for weeks.

4.

[worlds]

[Okay, Ouni was not expecting some kid to approach him like this.

... Or to ask that question. Ouni stares blankly at him, before he manages an eloquent—]

... What?

[oathkeyper]

[surprise, ouni! you have now acquired one (1) nobody who doesn't understand how these things work.]

What?

[he's answering ouni's "what" with one of his own, since he's not sure what the issue is here.]

[worlds]

What kind of a question is that?

[oathkeyper]

[an honestly one? let him live, ouni.]

That thing said to learn about someone's childhood.

[yeah!] I don't know what it's like, so I'm asking.

[worlds]

[no.]

And why don't you know what it's like?

[???]

[oathkeyper]

[wow. be nice, ouni!]

I didn't have one.

[it comes out along with a shrug. what else is he supposed to say? he's only been alive for like, a year, and he doesn't remember his life when he was a whole person.]

[worlds]

[Ouni can't tell if he means he literally never had one or if he just had a bad one, so after a pause, he settles for a flat:]

.. You'll get different answers from different people.

3!!

[twerpish]

[ Roxas will hear a computer-like voice coming vaguely from behind him explaining that the chicken's species is currently unknown. Ash was wondering the same thing — what is it? So he decided to check with his Pokedex, and it's a toss up between being disappointed he doesn't know the name of it, and excited that it's a new type of Pokemon.

But he's a good enough kid to recognize that Roxas was here first, so he runs up to be next to him, his tiny yellow mouse Pokemon running up beside him. ]

What're you waiting for? Aren'tcha gonna catch it?

4.

[pseudoll]

[People who have had feelings and childhoods. Had is the keyword here. Yin might remember being a child and human and all the feelings that entailed, but being a Doll means there's such a huge sense of disconnect from the her of now and the her of then. Feelings in general are still something she's trying to make sense of again.

But he's asking her, and well, she feels obliged to answer. Or try to, anyways.]

It was... different. [a beat] I was happy, for a while.