dirt and worms-

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[oddly, Roxas is out in the open for once. he's seated on a large couch, in front of a coffee table. on the coffee table is a tray of plastic cups, each filled with a mix of chocolate pudding and chocolate cookie crumbs, with a few gummy worms added to the mix. there's a box of plastic spoons sitting next to the tray, too. an empty cup is sitting on the corner of the table, with Roxas working through a second one, a bit of pudding on his lip. there's a Samurai Nobody looming behind the couch. with a gummy worm sticking out of one of the lower holes in the helmet.]

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[restituo.livejournal.com]

[... What is that stuff?

Rep's come to investigate.]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[he pauses with a mouthful of pudding, then waves a bit. the Nobody behind him doesn't move.]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

What is that stuff?

[And that thing, but he's more focused on the weird food. Someone's never had pudding...or gummy worms.]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Pudding, I think it's called. With... cookie bits. And candy.

[omnomnoms a worm.]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

[... Processing.]

Never heard of it.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

It tastes good.

[points to the tray with his spoon.]

You can have some.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

[Hm. He looks down at it, then grabs some. This'll be...interesting.]

Thanks, I guess.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[make sure to get a spoon, Rep! he'll go back to scooping what's left of the pudding out.]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, yeah. He gets one, then starts eating. ... It's so gooey.]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[it's delicious what are you even.

also the gummy worm that was in the Samurai's helmet is totally gone.]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

[Hmmmm...]

It's not half bad.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

I wish I knew where it came from.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Wait. You don't even know where you got it?

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

It was already made, but I couldn't find anything else like it in the kitchen.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Weird, but that seems to happen a lot here.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

I've noticed.

[considers having a third as he sets the empty cup inside the first one.]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Sure are talking a lot more than last time.

[It's certainly better than talking to a zombie-- I mean.]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[nods, giving in and reaching for another cup.]

I'm feeling better.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Heh. Did writing things down help?

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Not really. I just... hm. Normally, when a Nobody is formed, they remember what life was like before. I don't, so it must have effected me somehow.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Huh, so that's why you were dead quiet.

[aaand he shrugs.]

Maybe it's just different for replicas. I'm a copy of someone, but it's not like I have any of his memories.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

But Nobodies aren't copies. We're what gets left behind when the heart is taken.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Still, you're not the same as whoever it is you used to be, especially if you can't even remember.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

But you've got a heart, right? Even without memories, a heart helps.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah. I can't imagine what it'd be like without one.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Without memories... without a heart... it took me longer to... develop? I'm not sure.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

If it helps, I have a heart and there's still a lot I don't know.

Actually, I was just about as clueless as you were at first, just less... out of it, I guess.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Have you learned a lot here?

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Kind of. Namine and a few others've taught me things, but when you spend most of your life cooped up in a musty old lab let's just say you wind up missing a lot.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Why did you spend most of your life there?

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Because I was mostly Even's pet project. See, I was created to use darkness, not to mention the Keyblade. So far? No key.

Namine popped in a lot, and we eventually left, though. It was either that or get my memories erased.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

The Keyblade... why is it so important?

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Apparently it's a powerful weapon, maybe even the strongest there is.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

I see...

[he's been wondering why he has one.]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

[And he's been wondering how to get one, considering all he has is the Soul Eater.]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

If I knew how to get one, I would tell you.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

But why? I mean, it's not like there's anything in it for you.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

You helped me before, when you didn't need to.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Hey, somebody had to.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

I don't think everyone thinks like that.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Heh, their loss, but you're probably right.

Most people don't.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

I think there are a lot of friendly people here, though.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you've got a point there. Haven't exactly had my run in with the "sadists" I've heard so much about.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

I think I might have run into one once... but nothing happened.