Rebirth Keybladers

[Lilabelle]

For role play in unnamed areas.

[Skittle]

Midnight settled on Twilight Town...

A single guy graced one of the rooftops in a less noticeable portion of town. He seemed to be content at a glance, bobbing his legs back and forth slightly childishly as he gazed upon the quiet, now sleeping city. Alexander's gray eyes almost shut themselves... but something was keeping the guy up. Something that would keep many people up...

...as his stomach rumbled.

"...I need... food..." He mumbled to himself in thought, his quiet and slow tone not making a single echo as he eventually got up, walking over to a nearby ladder to get off the roof. Perhaps in the shadow of night he would be less shunned by a society that feared his kind, especially after the events with Organization XIII.

His shoes hit the concrete and he took to flight... time to find something to eat.

(Open RP.)

[bond4154]

((OOC: Guess who? Pikachu~ ...Okay, so not really. ; ))

To be completely honest, Little Red Riding Hood was thrilled to have the surge of emotions rush through her like an overdose of too many different drugs, each of her different and varied personalities clashing with each other, vying to be the dominant response to her situation as she walked down the cobblestone streets of Twilight Town. A situation warranted a proper response, in which Red, as she was more commonly known, had so many. The excitement of having so much run through her was a feeling unparalleled, so much that she felt as if her mind was going to explode into a billion small fragments, yet it felt so...good.

It was probably established some time earlier that Red was not entirely sane. The responses generated as she continued to walk down the streets was giving her a feeling of ecstasy, truth to be told. It filled her with sensation, with content in her heart. There was something there. It was painfully obvious to the people who passed by on the street that Red, wearing her usual red cloak and hood, did not button the outermost fabric, so, as she walked along, her cloak fluttered behind her, leaving the pedestrians on the street a clear view of what she was wearing...which, essentially, left much skin in sight. Wearing a black bustier, thin, silken upper-arm-high gloves and upper-leg-high stockings, and a red microskirt, it left plenty of space uncovered, including her shoulders, her back, her upper chest, her arms, and her legs.

The stares she was receiving provoked different responses, each as different as the next, and Red savored it all. One response was that of contempt, especially towards the men who were staring lustfully. Were there no decent men in the worlds? No matter, for her next response was that of amusement, the tiny gasps of girls who stared in awe at Red's daring. Why were they so surprised at Red's display of feminine features? Denying their true instincts? The thought was laughable, only kept in check by feelings of embarrassment and shyness; was this attire too revealing? Was she revealing too much of herself?

Red relished it all.

Her visit here, admittedly, was without purpose. What was the trouble of coming to a world every now and then to watch an eternal twilight? Red rather liked the way the orange rays of the sun illuminated her skin, bathing her in sunlight at a warm angle, yet no matter how hard the sun shined, no matter what color the light was, her skin was forever a pale white, radiating holy light from her face.

Red probably would've enjoyed all of it...but first, there was something that needed to be dealt with. Her stomach was grumbling.

"FoooOOOOooooOOOOooood~" Red suddenly squealed out loud as she waved her arms up and down rapidly like a bird and began to run down the streets, giggling madly, forcing half of those on the streets to share an apprehensive look that clearly asked, Is she insane? Thankfully, however, by the time Red had sat down in a nice little cafe, with the waiter taking down her order, Red had, moreorless, calmed down, and was in the process of giving her order.

"Relax," Red nodded assuringly with a mad little smile as she took of her cloak, set it down on the back of her chair, and sat down, "This restaurant receives the resting Red, relieved of her regular runs and rides, and is reasonably requested for refreshment, ravioli. The ravenous Red will rapturously reduce the residue that remains from the regale if the rations are rapidly remitted."

To which the waiter decided, after a long awkward pause (much of which involved him trying to keep his eyes on her face), that the girl was hungry, and wanted ravioli, fast.

Red giggled. The waiter ran.

[Skittle]

Clomp, clomp, clomp, clomp...

On and on Alex ran. There were many places around, but there weren't any run by Nobodies, most likely... so he just kept moving. With a slight bit of money in his pocket, perhaps he could catch someone leaving someplace and offer to buy their food. Or even swipe it, what did it matter, anyways? People here didn't go hungry like the lost, homeless one he was... and most people would probably say no anyways, turned to fear at sight of his pale look and black clothing.

After a while, though, exhaustion caught up with him, as he slowed down. The streets were mostly empty aside from a rare person or two walking home or to some miscellaneous place. His eyes cast a glance at a restaurant across the street, still fortunately open for business, noticing some odd-looking girl inside. She seemed to have on mostly black and white clothing aside from the robe... was she...?

His feet came to a stop, as he slowed down, looking at the restaurant in odd wonder from a side glance, eyes carrying their usually blank expression. Maybe he could get some food here after all. Just... perhaps it would need some emotion. Just so they wouldn't think he was one of them...

His black fleece coat came off as he walked over to the restaurant, crossing the street.

[bond4154]

Waiting for ravioli on an empty stomach could seem like an eternity. For some people, time seemed to flow by faster; for Red, who seemed to achieve a consciousness that transcended that of a normal (or sane) person, that was not the case. Hunger was ever evident, and time crawled slowly by. And so Red hummed. Possibly a bit louder than usual. Her humming was childish, slightly off-key, and she continued to kick her legs with careful deliberation, left, right, left, right, her feet dangling from the chair, not long enough to actually reach the floor. There were two or three other customers in the cafe, all looking at Red warily in a bizarre manner, seemingly poised to flee at the sight of this deranged girl. The waiter himself seemed inclined to request that she stop, but, remembering that Red seemed to be the physical form of mental disorder, thought better of it as he suppressed a shiver down his spine.

If Red was actually aware that she was bringing much grief to her surrounding spectators, she most certainly did not show any signs of realizing it. The cheerful humming and swinging of her feet continued.

She did, however, notice someone from outside the window, a scenario that occurred completely by random chance. Looking at him from afar, Red noticed with a certain air of approval at his sense in dress; aside from her red cloak and skirt, comparisons of her own clothing style and sense could be compared to this young man's, whose dress code seemed to be predominately black. Is he trying to copy me? a more irritable part of Red asked, but she, in all reality, wasn't too disturbed or concerned.

There was also something about the way the young man moved that reminded her of something, not quite a logical reminder, but more like an instinctive reminder. Where had she seen that kind of movement before? Everywhere, Red replied to her own question in a seemingly rhetoric manner, without actually quite understanding or realizing her own answer.

Not that it really mattered. Because her attention span was immediately curbed as the waiter served Red's ravioli, and Red, in delight, quickly picked up her fork and knife while the waiter quickly scuttled away to avoid catching the "insane germs". With a gleeful smile and squeal, complete with happy wide eyes, Red said something that was either unintelligible or was complete nonsense, and, with little ceremony, quickly dug into her dinner in a rapid fashion. It did not take long before she was finished with a quarter of her dish, the pasta stains giving a shade of red to Red's pale skin and lips.

Food is good, Red concluded snappily even as she continued to wolf down her ravioli.

[Skittle]

The door was opened pretty quickly, as the young man walked in. The waiter cast him a glance, but seeing a similar style in clothing as the looneybin over there on him he seemed to avoid Alex at first. Alex's gray eyes blinked in curiosity. ...guess I'd better sit myself down... he mused.

And so he did, moving over to a table, passing by Red for a brief moment. For a split second his eyes looked at her... she must've been young. And she couldn't be like him... not with that sort of energy and happiness that she seemed to chow down her ravioli with. Still, though, something seemed... similar about her. She didn't seem foreign like the rest of the people around, perhaps somewhat... familiar, or at least similar. Probably just because of her clothing.

Taking a seat at a table next to hers, Alex took a menu, eyeing it. What he ate really did not matter to him one bit, as food was just a means to shut his stomach up, so once a cheap choice was picked he set his menu aside, before casting another glance at Red's direction. What an odd person... "The ravioli... is it good here...?" He let out, donning a fake smile so as not to seem so alien to her.

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[bond4154]

Red wasn't sure if she was pleased, somewhat pleased, or not pleased as the brown-haired black-clothed young man came to the restaurant, but that matter was of little relevance; the ravioli was good~ For a moment, Red attempted to concentrate on nothing but the ravioli; her promise of "rapturously reducing the residue that remains from the regale" seemed to be going down the drain as the pasta sputtered here and there, not a substantial amount, but enough to put a few red drops on the table.

Her attention, however, was split by the thing that she had be attempting to concentrate on, ravioli. Upon hearing the word, Red's gaze snapped in the direction of the young man, who seemed to be talking to the waiter about the possible dish he was going to order. It took several seconds for Red to actually notice that the young man had taken a seat next to her, and a wave of feeling washed over her, each one varied, different, overwhelming. But none of those feelings was quite as overwhelming as the revelation as Red managed to catch a chance glimpse of the young man's smile. His fake smile.

She knew that smile. In fact, she knew that smile combined with the gait of which the young man walked. It had been, in a strange sense, her own from a while ago.

The right side of her mouth curled dangerously upwards.

Ah-ah-ah... Red thought to herself with a knowing smile, her eyes narrowing as devious thoughts crawled into her head, and she put up a look of knowing amusement, He must be one of Them, They who I used to be. Interesting how things work out like that.

Deciding to play a bit of tete-a-tete with this young man, leaning slightly towards him in her seat. "The refreshing ravioli rations remain remarkable," Red let out a cheerful beam that was, in a certain sense, also fake, "retaining its rare regal rights to recapitulation remembrance..." Red paused for a moment, the smiled as she tilted her head slightly to the side, the light of the cafe catching another angle of Red's wide blue eyes, permitting the young man a look into the chaos within, and stopped, for the moment, chaining r words together as she forked a piece of the ravioli and raised it towards the young man, as a mother might feed a child, "...Would you like to try some?"

This post has been edited by bond4154 on Oct 17 2007, 11:54 PM

[Skittle]

His eyes looked towards Red... as he decided to go ahead and show a bit of fascination with her. The fakeness in her first line indeed showed that she was probably faking emotions, like him, making her most likely a Nobody too... but the rest of her actions seemed true. Maybe she was a human, just rather... unhinged, so to speak. Or maybe she was indeed a Nobody. As the ravioli was forked, though, and offered to him, he donned a smirk for a moment. "...there's no need..." He spoke, in what was beginning to seem like his typical voice. Perhaps he just was a slow talker...?

His eyes shifted to the waiter. "...I would... like some. If you have more, anyways..." He quietly asked, as the waited nodded, quickly scurrying off. Now he had both a looneybin and some creepily quiet guy to deal with, after all.

Taking the initiative, Alex decided to stand as the waiter left, switching seats so as to sit at the girl's table. His eyes narrowed, obviously on purpose, but it did reflect his curiosity. "...are you...?" He asked. She would know what he meant if she was.

This post has been edited by Skittle on Oct 18 2007, 12:07 AM

[bond4154]

Red tilted his head at Alex knowingly, a smirk on her face ever more evidently knowing. That Red was still leaning forward, providing Alex with an excellent view from above of her assets, coupled with Red's fork still in the air near Alex's mouth, with a ravioli at the end, probably was not to Alex's comfort, had he been not concentrated on anything but Red's answer. But just before Alex was convinced that Red was a Nobody, Red launched herself into a complete babble of what could be nonsense...unless Alex was listening carefully enough. "With no indication who of I had been before I was, and evidence that I was before I am," Red "explained" cheerfully and rapidly, "I cannot say that I will be again, but I was. If I am not, and I had not, I would have been still, but I am not, although I was.. But whether I had been, was, am, will be, would have been, the conclusion is that I am Little Red Riding Hood." Red then proceeded to make a mad little giggle before, without warning, suddenly tapping the ravioli on Alex's lips with a little tap, then proceeding to eat it herself. Her exaggerated "mmmm"s was almost to the point of a tease, as if Red was unconsciously saying "I have good ravioli and you don't".

As soon as she had swallowed the ravioli, however, the girl immediately took a one-eighty in terms of personality as she put up what was probably between a pout and a grimace, an expression of annoyance, as half the ravioli was gone. The transformation was subtle; her brows furrowed and her blue eyes narrows slightly in displeasure, her pale lips bunching into a pout and a slump evident. "The selective service shown surprisingly segregates several supposed substandard shoppers," Red muttered irritably, loud enough for just about everyone in the cafe to hear, "Subsequently, the servitude supplied shockingly serves as a significant stoppage to the stature of the sales system."

Red gave an airy little "hmph"...that last for precisely half a second. If Alex assumed that Red was going to continue ranting or at least fume silently for a few moments, however, Red immediately suddenly turned towards Alex with a seemingly friendly, albeit slightly seductive, expression, drawling her voice out. "But you can call me Red," Red grinned and gave Alex a sultry look, changing the topic completely within the space of half a second, "And who might you be, my dear?"

[Skittle]

Aside from some slight confusion, Red probably wouldn't be surprised to see Alex's expression unfazed, not even from what could be perhaps her attempts to sway him. It probably would've worked on a younger person with a heart, but well, hello, that's a Nobody for ya.

As he listened, he began to get lost as soon as the ravioli part came up, but with a good ear he caught the first bit. ...you cannot say that you will be again, but you were...? ...so you gained a heart, that's what happened... either that or you're one very insane Heartless. He blinked. The ravioli hitting his lips certainly was odd, but then again who he was dealing with wasn't normal in the least, so he didn't dwell on it. Half wondering whether this nutball really aught to know his name, for his safety, he smiled yet another fake smile. "...if a name is but a means to identify me... then you may call me X."

A moment later, the waiter returned, not even shocked that Alex had switched tables to sit with the odd one. A plate of ravioli was promptly set before him, before he took off yet again. Alex forked one pretty quickly, popping it in his mouth; within moments it was gone, as flavor could not be savored without a set of likes and dislikes, after all. His curiosity spinning with wonder about this odd child who most likely was an ex-Nobody, he tilted his head, gazing into her eyes. "...how is it, then? Your heart, do you enjoy it...?" He asked quietly so as not to cause people to go bananas in the place.

[bond4154]

Red made a little "hm-hm-hmmm?" sound as she regarded Alex, or "X", curiously, her lips continuing to curl madly in obvious amusement, like a cat on the ground watching a mouse perched above on the edge of a kitchen counter with devious intensity. "X?" she raised an eyebrow as she tilted her head slightly to the side, permitting several locks of hair to sway back and forth like a pendulum, "Why X? Why not Y? Or Z? Why? Y? Z? X, Y, Z?" And, as if it was a tremendously funny joke, she made yet a mad little giggle, one that not many would care much for, and, with that, one of the customers resolved in quickly picking up his cup, downing all his coffee in one shaky gulp, and proceeded to swiftly leave the cafe, not daring to cast another glance at either Alex or Red.

The circus was obviously in town. That, or the asylum was taking a vacation.

Just as fast as Red had taken on the adorably insane expression, however, Red immediately snarled with impatience as she threw several stray locks of her hair, which had been draped over her bare shoulder, back, exposing much skin. "Really," Red muttered with thinly concealed annoyance, if concealed at all, "What's the bother with giving yourself all these stupid aliases and going into rhetorics about what a name is? A name's not important, it's not a secret. You and your pithy titles slay me. We didn't do that kind of thing in our days. We either gave a name or we didn't. And the hoods were pulled on…" Red slammed a small fist on the table lightly, which, in reality, didn't actually do anything of great effect except to send the remaining two customers fleeing for their lives as well as they quickly finished whatever they had ordered and made swiftly to the nearest door, "…Bloody hell, you've got a lot to learn." Thankfully, however, by the time the other two customers had left the cafe, leaving the poor, hapless waiter with the two weirdos, Red had moreorless calmed down, looking at X with an appraising smile as soon as he mentioned about the heart.

"It's..." Red mused as serious as her current mood would allow her, "...different. Exhilarating. Like a tonnage overdose of drugs in your system. You don't want it to ever...stop...!" Red paused, added with a mad giggle, "...It actually feels kind of funny, you know. Like you have a time bomb in your head ticking off, and you can feel every time the second hand moves that one millimeter clockwise, pulsing through you. It's absolutely frightening, but you learn to love it. Especially when the heart you gain, or, excuse me, the hearts you gained aren't really yours. But, hey, it's fuuuuuun~" Red was obviously squealing by now, not giving a damn about who actually did hear; in her more serious moods, she might've taken notice of that, but this was not one of her more serious moods. She was practically flailing her arms in the air in excitement...with a fork in her left hand and a knife in her right, the knife rather dangerously close to Alex. Thankfully, that stopped so as Red turned her attention back to the ravioli and continued to eat.

[Skittle]

"I have my reasons..." Alex simply replied, watching the weird girl go on and on... at this rate they were going to get kicked out. But it didn't matter much to him, he got his food, to hell with everything else, really. Time passed, as he ate his ravioli, almost seeming to ignore Red were it not for the occasional peek up to look at her, so she didn't go on a rant about him ignoring her. And then, finally, she calmed down.

Her explanation actually made sense to him, and began to show him why the girl was so batty... "Especially when the heart you gain, or, excuse me, the hearts you gained aren't really yours." The line repeated in his head for a moment, catching on quick to the fact that she had more than one heart. Which would explain her slight insanity, as she probably switched between them at random. "...guess I'll just stick to finding one then, if multiple ones yield the result before me." He mumbled aloud, clearly loud enough for her to hear, before thinking for a moment. "...you wouldn't have happened to run across a lady in this world by the name of Rebecca Skye, would you?" he asked out of sheer curiosity... you never know.

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[bond4154]

Red gave another one of her adorable little giggles, listen to Alex, or X, go about in saying that "he had his reasons", and that he would stick to "finding one". Stabbing the end of her fork at a ravioli, she then pointed the utensil, complete with ravioli, at Alex, as if trying to point out something to him, "Reeeeeally, now?" Red grinned as she gave a bit of a drawl, seemingly amused, before scoffing, apparently contemptuously bemused, "Come on, do you even know how Kingdom Hearts work? I'm betting you don't; after the fall of Organization XIII, no one had access to those notes anymore, and, as far as I'm concerned, there were no heavy research into the damn thing. You think I had planned, or, hell, even anticipated that I'd get all these hearts running through me? Puh-lease. Grow a brain, would you?" With that, Red angrily stuck the ravioli in her mouth and munched on it loudly in all irritation. By the time she had put down the fork, however, her thin, shapely legs were pressed together, her hands clasped, and she almost seemed shy as she looked at Alex out of the corner of her eyes and gave an embarrassed smile, complete with blush.

The cryptic message she gave X probably would've been a fair amount more dramatic had she not been in this mood.

"Um..." Red stuttered shyly as she twiddled her fingers together, shifting her legs nervously, "...B-But, um...if you...um, I mean! Uh, if you ever...n-need it, or n-need to...to...um...if you ever need this, just r-remember! 'Follow the footsteps of Xenohart.' Uh...t-that's it! ...I guess..."

And, then, yawning, she donned, once more, an expression of amused interest as Red regarded Alex coolly, knowingly. Stretching her limbs, she permitted plenty of flesh and plenty of curves to be shown, even from Alex's perspective. It was less embarrassing for Red now that she had switched a mood once more, not to mention that Alex was probably incapable of actually feeling anything about it, anyways. Her bustier was dangerously close to revealing something, but it didn't, and, as she came down from that stretch, the danger passed.

"Rebecca Skye, hmm?" Red raised an eyebrow, toying with a smile on her face and half-open eyes, "A bit taller than I? Brown hair? Blue eyes? Rosy skin? Speaks with a slightly exotic accent...?" Red waited for a moment, as if giving Alex a moment to respond, then said, much more cryptically and mysteriously, with a slight grin on her face, "...Never heard of her." Red didn't seem quite silly as she said this, only insane, but she did not giggle or laugh as she forked the last piece of ravioli into her mouth, permitting the tomato sauce to make a red stain on her pale white skin, like a drop of blood on the skin of a vampire.

[Skittle]

Alex listened, but didn't really show he was as he endured Red's "lecture", popping more ravioli into his mouth, one by one them being swallowed after a brief moment of chewing. Her words did strike an interesting chord in him when she suddenly became shy, however. And then, she brought up the description of Rebecca. "...hmm." His hands moved to his pocket in his coat, pulling out the picture and letter he had found during his searches, but keeping them below the table, eyeing them... aside from the accent, which he wouldn't have known, everything matched.

"...Right..." Alex replied, putting the picture away, eyes narrowing slightly. However, he didn't pursue it... his patience for the lady wearing thin, he simply stood up, looking to the waiter, some munny in hand, as he began to walk over. After some brief talking between the two, Alex handed him it, eyeing Red for a moment before leaving. With a smirk.

Walking out, he glanced around. It was past midnight now, some rest would be nice... putting away a small wallet, he let out a "hmph." My way of saying thank you... weirdo.

Red would be pleased to note upon bugging the waiter about it that her tab was covered.

[bond4154]

Leaning back against her chair, Red beamed as Alexander seemed to take out something, a photograph, if she didn't know any better, then made an appraising sound. To which she just smiled. It was getting late, and Red had an idea what was going to happen, her suspicions proved true as X stood up to leave. "Buh-bye now~" Red waved somewhat cheerfully as Alexander began to disappear from her line of sight. Things from here on out are going to be interesting, Red permitted herself a grin as she contemplated her options. She didn't get very far with them, though; half a moment later, Red had pursed her lips and was pressing her thighs together shyly, wondering if she had done anything wrong.

Red had not seen Alexander pay for her tab before he left, and, three minutes later, when Red was convinced that she was not stuffed enough to begin hurting once she continued to run down the streets of Twilight City, it was obvious she did not care either. Without a word to the waiter, not even to check on her bill or asking to pay, she had already darted off into the night of Twilight City, and, by the time her more conscientious personality had kicked in to worry about whether or not it was a bad thing she had not paid for her dinner, she was long gone.

This post has been edited by bond4154 on Oct 22 2007, 01:39 PM