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towerofanimus2013-05-27 10:05 pm
savedbyasong) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-27 10:05 pm
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A picnic of rememberence
Characters: Shion, Xion and Open!
Setting: Graveyard, Reno's grave, lunch time (before the masquerade)
Format: Either!
Summary: A year ago Reno gave Shion a pin and made him a promise, now a year later two Turklings have a picnic. Come and join them?
The first prompt is for Xion and Shion, the second is open and replies will come from both of them
Warnings: Talk of sad things maybe
Now that the food was no longer poisoned picnics were easier. Even so Shion had collected lots of fruits and mushrooms from the forest to add to their collection. Bite size pieces of meat, salad, mini kebabs, bread rolls a fruit pie he had made himself and iced tea. A feast!
It was sad that Reno wasn't there in person to share it with them, but Shion thought he would approve. He had finished his work already and now was just waiting for Xion to finish hers, since she worked on this floor it wouldn't take her long to get here.
He sat next to the headstone silently, it had taken some working out of the date; Shion hadn't really been up for keeping track of time a year ago, but it had truly been a year. A year since Reno had given him his Turk pin and promised to teach him, a year since Shion had made his decision to fight to survive.
He hadn't understood, back then, what it all meant, what he was agreeing to. But looking back he didn't regret it, even the painful parts.
[Open] Food and company, despite the less than conventional setting for a picnic, come and join the kids, they have food to spare and will offer it to anyone who walks past.
Setting: Graveyard, Reno's grave, lunch time (before the masquerade)
Format: Either!
Summary: A year ago Reno gave Shion a pin and made him a promise, now a year later two Turklings have a picnic. Come and join them?
The first prompt is for Xion and Shion, the second is open and replies will come from both of them
Warnings: Talk of sad things maybe
Now that the food was no longer poisoned picnics were easier. Even so Shion had collected lots of fruits and mushrooms from the forest to add to their collection. Bite size pieces of meat, salad, mini kebabs, bread rolls a fruit pie he had made himself and iced tea. A feast!
It was sad that Reno wasn't there in person to share it with them, but Shion thought he would approve. He had finished his work already and now was just waiting for Xion to finish hers, since she worked on this floor it wouldn't take her long to get here.
He sat next to the headstone silently, it had taken some working out of the date; Shion hadn't really been up for keeping track of time a year ago, but it had truly been a year. A year since Reno had given him his Turk pin and promised to teach him, a year since Shion had made his decision to fight to survive.
He hadn't understood, back then, what it all meant, what he was agreeing to. But looking back he didn't regret it, even the painful parts.
[Open] Food and company, despite the less than conventional setting for a picnic, come and join the kids, they have food to spare and will offer it to anyone who walks past.
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But all that was over now. And aside from a few bad memories - far from the worst, in this place - there was no lasting effects or damage.
She finished watering the last of the flowers left by one of the graves, set the watering can she'd "borrowed" from Floor thirty-three down nearby and flitted between the headstones. Putting a hand into her pocket, she pulled out a shell, dropped it first by Roxas' grave. She paused a little, rubbing her ear against the tinny whistle coming from beneath the pile of shells, before moving onward.
She only had a few shells - it'd long since reached the point where she'd lost too many friends to leave shells for them all every single day - but she held one in particular back.
At last, she dropped her final shell in front of Reno's grave, before sliding down into a sitting position next to Shion. Her smile is a little wistful, but still genuine. The lack of a certain person's presence is as obvious as said person's gravestone in front of them. But they could make the best of it. Today was a happy day. They'd make it one. Somehow.
"It all looks really good," she commented, picking up one of the rolls and biting into it. Good food was always worth noting, in the Tower.
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It had been a couple of months but he still expected Reno's voice, teasing them, an affectionate hair ruffle. He grabbed the jug of iced tea to cover the awkward emptiness and poured Xion a glass.
"I was going to get some ice cream but with the power flickering it was mostly melted and I didn't think it would survive the trip up here."
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But ice cream could wait. After working all morning, Xion was starving. She pulled up one of the mini-kebabs and dug in, relishing in food that wasn't smothered in flowers.
Once she'd finished a few bites, she looked over at the grave, a little sad again. "It's hard to believe it's been so long." Over a year. Over half her life in the Tower. Nearly half her life as a Turk now, longer than she'd ever been in the Organization. It was a long time for both of them.
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