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Characters: Reno, open
Setting:
Floor 39, Gymnasium
Floor 38, corner where the makeshift bar is.
Format: Either
Summary: Open bar post shenanigans.
Warnings: None so far

Floor 39, Gymnasium

Reno was out on the track today a bit before classes start, running as fast as he could. It was like he was trying outrun something. His troubles, his conscience, the spell Ganondorf had placed on him, maybe. He had no shoes on, going along in his bare feet, lap after lap. To someone who really knew him, it was an attempt at exhausting himself, to actually fall asleep later when night came. To others, who knew. At this point he couldn't care what others thought of him anymore, not after all that had happened.

After how many laps - he had lost count a long time ago - he started to get winded and slowed down, coming to a stop near where he had left his gear. Grabbing a towel, he pressed it against his face and walked around a bit before sitting down.

Floor 38, corner where the makeshift bar is.

The Tower was weighing more heavily on Reno than it usually did. The costumed blood bath didn't help matters any, but it wasn't even what was bothering him. Fighting, blood, things like that he had gotten long used to.

Truth was, he felt estranged from his friends, angry at others, but most of all angry with himself that he couldn't have changed anything, now or then.

Just some time to think, that's all he needed, which was why he was down in the tiny bar he had made with his other self, taking stock. A lot of his daily routines were flagging lately, like making alcohol for the bar, and eating. Well, with the falling temperatures, it was getting harder to find things to make the alcohol.

All of the bottles in the bar were out on the counter, on some tables nearby, on the floor. He had a clipboard with some paper, marking off tallies and taking notes, sometimes sitting on a chair or laying on the floor.

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"Kinda the point, kiddo." The reply was ready, even if he sounded a little bit unsteady at the moment. He really needed to do more running. "If you don't reach your limits, ya can't get new ones."

This was Xion's friend, Sora, wasn't it? At least his brain was working. It'd been a while. "What can I do for ya, Sora? You want some training?"

"Never thought about it like that before." Still, it made sense, even though running until you were exhausted didn't sound like much fun to Sora. But the point of practicing was getting better, so maybe expecting it to always be fun was silly.

Speaking of training.

"Well, I was just saying hi...but if you're offering..." He smiles, and it's plain as day that he's suddenly getting his hopes up. He hadn't even thought about who else he could ask for help, but Sora really did need all the help he could get, and he knew it.

Oh? Reno's eyebrows raised at the look Sora was making. "Sure. You're one of the keybladers, right?"

If Xion was, this guy should be. The whole thing didn't really make sense to him, but he'd come to accept Xion's strange relationship with this boy as something his own world's logic couldn't explain. The Tower started to make a bizarre, frightening kind of sense when he ditched it.

"You got to realize if you train with me, it's going to be outside of the keyblade. Xion was having this problem of relying on her weapon too much." He poked at Sora's forehead, not quite touching. "It's going to be tough."

Thankfully, that didn't really deter him. Sora relied on his Keyblade because it was what he had, sure. He liked it, and using it...well, it felt right, somehow. But he was no expert, and he wasn't even half as good with it as the other people from his world in the tower. At this point, all he wanted was to learn more and get good enough to really help his friends. He hadn't even thought about it before now, but maybe trying to learn a thing or two from someone who was an expert at something besides the Keyblade would be a good place to get started.

Sora automatically pulls his head away from Reno's finger, but the look on his face doesn't go anywhere.

"Sounds good to me. I don't mind trying something different." he said. "And I can deal with it, no matter how tough it is."

Looked like this place hadn't quite gotten rid of all of his overconfidence, yet.

Giving the boy a very careful, scrutinizing look, he simply raised an eyebrow and said, "You sure? Breakin' bad habits can be a real frustrating thing to do. You can take a few tumbles, right? 'Cause that's gonna be happening a lot in the beginning."

"Yeah, I'm positive! I can deal with it." Tumbles were the least of Sora's worries. He'd taken plenty of those back on the islands, and he'd been through way worse in the tower. Whatever he had to do to learn, he'd do it, no problem!

"Come on, let me give it a shot."

Another overconfident kiddo. It started to seem like a trend.

Wasn't there a time where he got called overconfident a lot? It started to seem like a million years ago on, quite literally, another world. Sora... reminded him of something, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Okay, okay, go head. Shoot."

Edited 2012-11-27 22:35 (UTC)