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INTRO LOG

Before you even open your eyes, you can tell something is not right. It's cold. Not quite unbearably so, but cold enough that you can take notice of it. And as soon as you open your eyes, you will be able to see why it's so cold: you're in the middle of a snowy forest, with only a single two-lane road cutting through the thick trees.

Unfortunately, you seem to be without transportation. Fortunately, you are wearing warm clothes and snow gear, so freezing isn't an immediate problem. But without transportation, you're in for a long walk ahead of you.

There are others around as well. Other people, just as lost and confused as you are. Everyone seems to be lacking any memory that might explain why everyone is here. As far as anyone knows, all of you were just ripped out of your previous lives and dumped here on this snowy road, wearing snow gear and having any items that are important to you already on hand. And for some of you, you even have a new power, one that you somehow instantly know how to use...

Two ways to go: forward and back. Despite having no indication of which way is the 'right' way, you feel drawn towards one direction in particular. Going 'back' is possible, but you get the feeling that you will be even more lost if you try. And given that you have no food or water on you, it's best to keep moving forward.

So, are you ready to walk? Because you have a long road ahead of you.

((Welcome to The Resort! Your characters will have any objects or animals with them that they should have given their canon point, but are dressed in cold weather clothing.

This prompt is just the first part of the intro log. New top-levels will go up over the course of the weekend as everyone progresses from 'where the hell am I?' to the resort proper, and to getting settled in. For now, just start with this prompt. We'll link further updates here for easy access.))

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[ Funny because he was definitely one step away from saying it, and he still might ask it, so Roxas might still end up being attacked anyways.

...Finally, there's an answer out of this guy, and he's about to say something except for a moment he's watching Vanitas kind of have his own moment over there, not sure what to think of his turmoil. Now more or less because he's thinking it might be possible for the other to lash out, but it doesn't happen, and the Keyblade's out of sight.

That admittedly does get Roxas to relax some, even if it's not difficult to miss how tense Vanitas is. ]

...Vanitas, do you know anyone named Sora? And can you tell me more about Ventus?

[ It might be a long shot, because Roxas hasn't been inattentive of the Mistaken Identity problems and maybe it could extend to other people, but he's not seen that yet, so. ]

[ Roxas, please... love yourself.

That tension increases, ever-so-slightly at the latter question. His eyes narrow a bit, and then he gives a sort of half-smirk. ]

There's not much to say. He's an idealistic idiot that I took down in a fight.

[ Something tired lurks in his tone, but it's barely detectable. Even less so as some distance enters his tone. ]

And, no... I don't know anyone named Sora. [ a beat; it shouldn't matter to him, but... ] Why?

[ He'll try... ]

...Really?

[ Roxas had a feeling he was dealing with someone particularly upset (putting it lightly), but he wasn't ready to hear something like that, but he's not sure if 'took down' means just traditional defeat or worse. Either way, Vanitas seemed like a familiar variable in a situation full of unknowns...as familiar as that can get with someone he's literally never met before. Partially it was because of the Keyblade Wielding and the other part just because he looked kind like Sora.

But before he can ask anymore for the moment, there's a question hurled his way instead. ]

He looks like you, except he has brown hair and blue eyes. I almost even thought you were him for a moment, like how you mistook me for that 'Ventus'.

...Does this person at least look a little different than I do?

[ Vanitas shrugs a shoulder. ]

He refused to get on the right path.

[ Yeeeeah... about that...

As for that last question, there's a soft snort. It sounds a bit more tired than someone might expect it to, with the kind of wry smirk he's wearing. ]

The clothes.

[ That's it; that's the difference. ]

[ The right path?, was the question echoed in the blond's mind. Was it possible that the other had done something wrong? Still, he wasn't the type to keep from asking questions. That's what he did while in the Organization, when some people just wouldn't, or were fine with things as they were. ]

...Great, so someone who basically looks like me is also walking around and hardly looks different at all.

[ And there's just some history here between his look-alike and Sora's look-alike. Something about that... it can't be just a coincidence. ]

What did you mean by 'right path'?

[ A smirk escapes, wry and dim. There's no regret, no remorse...

Simply a dark kind of humor. ]

"Walking around" might not be the right wording.

[ That question has a look of consideration surfacing, and then quickly fading. ]

Heh... Wouldn't you like to know?

[ That kind of response doesn't leave much to the imagination, so he's kind of making a face now, and part of him wonders if Vanitas is messing with him. But he has more questions, and he doesn't know him well enough so he'll continuing pursuing this even if he might not like the result. ]

...Yeah I would.

[ Yep, that's about what he expected in response to the slight more elaboration on happened with Ventus. ]

Well, maybe I'll tell you more about it, and maybe I won't.

[ He gives a somewhat vague hand gesture to the side, shrugging the respective shoulder in the same moment. He could easily think of a way to word it reasonably, and yet: ]

That'll depend on how I feel about it, later.

...Well, you should.

[ Apparently Roxas is not really inclining towards taking no for an answer. ]

But, I guess it'd be better if we talk when we're not outside. So let's work together to find some shelter for now, alright?

[ There's a lengthy pause as he looks to the side., expression steady, even if there's a hint of conflict in his eyes. ]

In case you couldn't guess, I don't exactly work well with others.

[ There's only one person, in all of the universes, that he worked well with - and even Master usually sent him off on his own, so... heh. In spite of his saying this, however, he's giving a brief shrug and a small gesture with one hand as he turns in the direction he was going (without starting to walk, just yet). ]

If you start to get in my way, I'm ditching you.

[ Roxas kind of just watches Vanitas' expression, brows knitting as he waits patiently for the other to either be a jerk or grudgingly agree to work together. Not that Roxas is incapable of being a little shit himself. ]

You're not going to need to worry about that.

[ Then, Roxas' lips draw briefly upwards into a smile that's seemingly conspiratorial, but not quite, as he begins to walk a little forward in the direction Vanitas turned towards. ]

But, I'll definitely slow down if you need it because I'm going too fast or something.

[ Well, that certainly gets a broad smirk from him, to say the least.

There's only a short gesture of his hand in response before he takes off - he might be moving kind of quickly, too. Let's see if you really can keep up, Big Talk. ]

Wha- hey!

[ Roxas didn't seem to expect him to actually race him, but at this point it's definitely ON! And you know what? He's actually not a slow person either, once he gets into it, dashing right after him, keeping pace. ]

Don't think you're going to win this!

[ He's smirking quite a bit, not even realizing he's actually heading where he feels that... tug coming from.

But, well. Whatever. That guy is... not boring, so far. ]

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