Post by Rune Veliospirus Ravencroft on Jan 1, 2012 13:23:35 GMT -5
Rune had gone to both villains vale and Ansems study. As usual, there was no one at the vale but he always felt better checking from time to time, after all this world was the closest thing he had left to a home. The visit to Ansem's study was to try to continue to learn how to use these... computers. They were similar but totally different to things of his world. And when they talked to you it was... disconcerting. He wasn't sure even with his long life span he would ever get comfortable with such things.
He approached the edges of town, clad in a black cloak that had a zipper at the top that went down as opposed to up to close it, so that at a moments notice since it didn't have sleeves he would be able to freely move his arms. He usually kept it closed over, and only had it today because his others were being cleaned. And seeing as it was the middle of the day, he had the hood up to shield his eyes, having been born and raised in a land that had trees so tall and thick night and day were almost the same bright light's hurt his eyes, so midday sun was definitely up there. Honestly, he probably looked a villain in the get up, well, more so then usual anyway. The styling and how he wore it was similar to the old Organization XIII cloaks, though there were probably few who even knew who they were anymore. 50 short years, and things like keyblades and other worlds had faded to myth's for most. If only his true home had been allowed to have such peace. He continued his way through the town, ignoring the occasional stares he got. He was far used to many of them for being a thief among other things on his home world. He may have always seemed liked the villain, even used some of their abilities and tactics, but he was still the good guy.
He approached the edges of town, clad in a black cloak that had a zipper at the top that went down as opposed to up to close it, so that at a moments notice since it didn't have sleeves he would be able to freely move his arms. He usually kept it closed over, and only had it today because his others were being cleaned. And seeing as it was the middle of the day, he had the hood up to shield his eyes, having been born and raised in a land that had trees so tall and thick night and day were almost the same bright light's hurt his eyes, so midday sun was definitely up there. Honestly, he probably looked a villain in the get up, well, more so then usual anyway. The styling and how he wore it was similar to the old Organization XIII cloaks, though there were probably few who even knew who they were anymore. 50 short years, and things like keyblades and other worlds had faded to myth's for most. If only his true home had been allowed to have such peace. He continued his way through the town, ignoring the occasional stares he got. He was far used to many of them for being a thief among other things on his home world. He may have always seemed liked the villain, even used some of their abilities and tactics, but he was still the good guy.