Xaldin & RoxasWhere:
Castle that Never Was → TenakomakahWhen:
Morning → EveningSummary:
"Roxas should be ready soon to help us cultivate our efforts."Warnings:
Hn, where was the boy?
Xaldin was patient, arms folded behind him as he awaited for XIII -- Roxas, yes, that was his new
name (and not simply 'nothing' as their pseudo-existence was). Unlike certain, electric members of the group, the lancer had the patience of, practically, a saint
(don't be mistaken, though, if one had to compare it with Lexaeus' -- III snaps). The thing was, boys
, is that he was far from being a man blessed by god.
Some would mistake Xaldin for a demon, after all. A demon with six spears for sharp teeth.
There was no portal open. Not yet, anyway. It was polite
to keep the door closed until everyone was ready to leave; it was courteous, albeit the lancer only ever is when he isn't in battle. Besides, Roxas gave respect.
(No, Axel, you're not coming.)
"I thought he'd be quicker on his feet." he told himself, waiting on the platform that he made sure the boy would go to.