An Interdimensional Alien in New York
Nov. 26th, 2015 04:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
throwingthebookIt's not what Ienzo is used to, exploring other worlds, meeting the people there. Even as Zexion he seldom left the castle in the World That Never Was. But even after everything that happened, after getting their hearts back, Lea getting his keyblade, some of his old curiosity was coming back. There was an entire World out there, and he wasn't the helpless child that he had been ten years before. After speaking to Aeleus and Riku, he'd made the decision. If he wanted to see more of the World at large and the many walks of life of the people in it, he would have to see them, speak to them. Second hand accounts would never compare to field work. Something that Even had always been somewhat allergic to.
There was something more personal bordering on selfish as well. He'd lost ten years. He had been through puberty as a Nobody. He may be an adult, but he had no real idea how to be one. How was he supposed to open his heart to others? He'd opened it to Xehanort, and the end result...
He couldn't think about that. He couldn't close himself off, afraid of what might happen if he trusted someone. It would only harden him against the very thing that might save him from another fall into the Darkness.
This world was a lot like the World That Never Was. Bright neon lights, dirty alleys, towering buildings that loomed above all else, blotting out the stars of other worlds. But instead of hordes of Heartless and Nobodies, there were people. So many people he was amazed there was room for them all. He blends in as well as he can, wearing a dark blue jacket instead of his lab coat. He drifted past what looked like a guard station, men and women in dark uniforms going in and out, some with criminals of some kind in handcuffs, or driving strange vehicles painted white and blue. For a city this large, he can't blame them for not making patrols on foot.
It isn't long before a warm, heady scent surfaces above the smell of the city. Ienzo makes his way to an open air corner shop, watching as the patrons hand their money over, buying small cups of a strange dark drink and oddly plain pastries. The munny he carries in his pocket can mimic any currency, thankfully. Curious (and a bit hungry), he comes closer, tucking his bangs back out of his face. "May I have some of...that?"
The man at the counter gave him a strange look. "That? You mean coffee? What, you've never had coffee before?"
"No." He sat at one of the stools, pulling out a bit of his munny, already camouflaged as the native paper bills. "I'm...not from around here."
"No shit." The man took the bills and counted them out, handing back what extra had been handed over. "One coffee, coming right up." He stuck the bills in the till and poured out a tall cup of coffee, sliding it over to Ienzo. "Cream and sugar are there if you need 'em."
Ienzo took a tentative sip. It was a bit too hot and bitter for his taste. He frowned, immediately reaching for the sugar in an attempt to cut the bitterness. Who in their right mind would drink this stuff as is?
There was something more personal bordering on selfish as well. He'd lost ten years. He had been through puberty as a Nobody. He may be an adult, but he had no real idea how to be one. How was he supposed to open his heart to others? He'd opened it to Xehanort, and the end result...
He couldn't think about that. He couldn't close himself off, afraid of what might happen if he trusted someone. It would only harden him against the very thing that might save him from another fall into the Darkness.
This world was a lot like the World That Never Was. Bright neon lights, dirty alleys, towering buildings that loomed above all else, blotting out the stars of other worlds. But instead of hordes of Heartless and Nobodies, there were people. So many people he was amazed there was room for them all. He blends in as well as he can, wearing a dark blue jacket instead of his lab coat. He drifted past what looked like a guard station, men and women in dark uniforms going in and out, some with criminals of some kind in handcuffs, or driving strange vehicles painted white and blue. For a city this large, he can't blame them for not making patrols on foot.
It isn't long before a warm, heady scent surfaces above the smell of the city. Ienzo makes his way to an open air corner shop, watching as the patrons hand their money over, buying small cups of a strange dark drink and oddly plain pastries. The munny he carries in his pocket can mimic any currency, thankfully. Curious (and a bit hungry), he comes closer, tucking his bangs back out of his face. "May I have some of...that?"
The man at the counter gave him a strange look. "That? You mean coffee? What, you've never had coffee before?"
"No." He sat at one of the stools, pulling out a bit of his munny, already camouflaged as the native paper bills. "I'm...not from around here."
"No shit." The man took the bills and counted them out, handing back what extra had been handed over. "One coffee, coming right up." He stuck the bills in the till and poured out a tall cup of coffee, sliding it over to Ienzo. "Cream and sugar are there if you need 'em."
Ienzo took a tentative sip. It was a bit too hot and bitter for his taste. He frowned, immediately reaching for the sugar in an attempt to cut the bitterness. Who in their right mind would drink this stuff as is?
