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diatu2019-08-21 09:56 pm
treno_nobleman) wrote in diatu2019-08-21 09:56 pm
tick tock, tick tock
Who: Kuja and whoever is interested!
Where: The
When: Now-ish
What: An adventure surrounding the big clock at City Hall!
Warnings: None so far
Time in this world seemed to pass at a leisurely pace, permitting its inhabitants to do what was necessary when it was needed or when one wanted to take advantage of such thing. The arc of the sun curving over the sky marked the hour well enough, but where classes and punctuality were concerned, precision became mandatory.
Thus, without much else to remind him of the exact hour and minute of the day, time pieces had become a necessity for those who could and would pick up a pen and take it to paper with the intent to write letters or take notes for classes and the like. That the clock at City Hall had been frozen in time, it seemed, for longer than he had been Sundered, and it bothered him.
City Hall was the centerpiece of the township, was it not? The structure had been kept clean and otherwise in excellent condition, clock included, one would have thought. So then why did the hands not show the correct hour? It hadn't been left that way on purpose. That, he could have understood. Kuja stood, hand on one hip, staring up at the towering face as if he might simply will himself there, to its inner workings, to see if he could find what others in this world had not.
Not that he expected he would - he was certainly no expert in these matters - but a look wouldn't hurt. He shook his head, turning his gaze to the grand front entrance. First things first. "May as well begin."
Where: The
When: Now-ish
What: An adventure surrounding the big clock at City Hall!
Warnings: None so far
Time in this world seemed to pass at a leisurely pace, permitting its inhabitants to do what was necessary when it was needed or when one wanted to take advantage of such thing. The arc of the sun curving over the sky marked the hour well enough, but where classes and punctuality were concerned, precision became mandatory.
Thus, without much else to remind him of the exact hour and minute of the day, time pieces had become a necessity for those who could and would pick up a pen and take it to paper with the intent to write letters or take notes for classes and the like. That the clock at City Hall had been frozen in time, it seemed, for longer than he had been Sundered, and it bothered him.
City Hall was the centerpiece of the township, was it not? The structure had been kept clean and otherwise in excellent condition, clock included, one would have thought. So then why did the hands not show the correct hour? It hadn't been left that way on purpose. That, he could have understood. Kuja stood, hand on one hip, staring up at the towering face as if he might simply will himself there, to its inner workings, to see if he could find what others in this world had not.
Not that he expected he would - he was certainly no expert in these matters - but a look wouldn't hurt. He shook his head, turning his gaze to the grand front entrance. First things first. "May as well begin."
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Ok what was with the look that he was getting? It almost felt as if he was being sized up or analyzed or something. Seriously, what was going on? Feeling a little weirded out, the king was about to ask but then he got an answer.
Seeing that the silver haired man was on the stairs, Noct headed over. He could warp strike his way to a point, but that wouldn't work the entire way as he doubted there would be much to go on the further up he got.
The dark head shook and he sighed. "Never said you needed it."
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"You didn't, but you take it upon yourself anyway. Why the interest in keeping me safe, I wonder?"
And he did. In another world, they had been enemies before they were even strangers. The time passed in Noctis's world cleared that palette to allow them the chance to start over again, but the change of mind had his interest. He couldn't help it.