No doubt about it, Axel was savoring the heat as much as Demyx was suffering under it; his own stride was long and confident, hips swaying in an easy saunter as the sand crunched under their boots, too secure in his own business to be likely to be stopped, even if they did happen upon someone. If it looked like he belonged here, then it was probably because he may as well--the sunlight drenching them made him feel good, made him feel strong. He had an edge here, and that advantage only grew with the shadows, the higher the sun climbed overhead. Even if Xemnas tried to forcibly erase the differences between them, smooth them all out into one blank, efficient, indistinguishable collective whole.....
Well, some things just ran too deep to be extinguished, now, didn't they? They were people, not machines, and each and every one of them were unique. If they hadn't had strong hearts and strong wills to begin with, if they hadn't been able to clutch their identities so tightly that not even death could tear them away, then none of them would have ever survived to become part of the Organization at all.
Their route out of Agrabah was..... well, deserted. Heh. Nothing they were doing in this world today, if they were lucky, should need anything from the city proper. So Axel didn't waste too much time, once they were clear of the gates, only letting them walk a minute or two in silence before he spoke up. He didn't bother to push back his own hood just yet--as much as he liked the heat here, the glare of the sun overhead combined with the sunlight reflecting off of such pale sand underfoot were enough to do a number on anyone's eyes. If Demyx cared to glance under his hood, he might see that Axel's eyes were more darkly lined than ever--a look not unlike the one worn by Agrabah's graceful veiled dancing girls. "Sooooo..... what exactly have you heard about this mission, so far? Are we good to go, or do we need to fill in some blanks?"
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Date: 2015-08-23 03:46 am (UTC)Well, some things just ran too deep to be extinguished, now, didn't they? They were people, not machines, and each and every one of them were unique. If they hadn't had strong hearts and strong wills to begin with, if they hadn't been able to clutch their identities so tightly that not even death could tear them away, then none of them would have ever survived to become part of the Organization at all.
Their route out of Agrabah was..... well, deserted. Heh. Nothing they were doing in this world today, if they were lucky, should need anything from the city proper. So Axel didn't waste too much time, once they were clear of the gates, only letting them walk a minute or two in silence before he spoke up. He didn't bother to push back his own hood just yet--as much as he liked the heat here, the glare of the sun overhead combined with the sunlight reflecting off of such pale sand underfoot were enough to do a number on anyone's eyes. If Demyx cared to glance under his hood, he might see that Axel's eyes were more darkly lined than ever--a look not unlike the one worn by Agrabah's graceful veiled dancing girls. "Sooooo..... what exactly have you heard about this mission, so far? Are we good to go, or do we need to fill in some blanks?"