Have you had a bad day? [OPEN]

[Prompto (Storm) Zarxen]

{{Storm Zarxen}}

This time he really had done it. Groaning, Storm lifted himself up until he was sitting half up leaning on his forearms. Where was he? Shaking his mind to try to clear it, blond hair flipped over his eyes. Pushing it back with his hand, Storm glanced around. That’s when he noticed the people all around him staring down. Blue eyes opened a fraction wider and he immediately thought the worst. Grabbing for the shotgun, he jumped to his feet. That didn’t go so well.

Aching muscles rebelled and before he could get his footing under him he fell down again. “Stop moving, you just got hit by a car!” That made him open his eyes, “What?! What did you just say?!” The guy gave him a look like he was retarded and repeated what he said; only talking slow like Storm really couldn’t understand him. “I Said to stop moving, you just got hit by a car 2 minutes ago!”

Ok that did it. He had finally managed to do something to top his list of stupidity. Touching that swirling mass probably hadn’t been the best idea. Just as he had touched it he had remembered what Noct had told him about his own experience with the swirling things. He lay still for a second, absorbing that the guy had said. Suddenly he started noticing the guy that was practically screaming that it wasn’t his fault. That was probably the guy that was responsible. Well, not responsible. He remembered falling through the sky and then looking down to see a road and cars and then…

Wow he knew what deer felt like. Note to self; always pay attention when Noct tells you something. He decided to try again, so picking up his shotgun he staggered to his feet and braced himself. The ache wasn’t so bad this time. Rubbing his shoulder, he groaned and looked around. The crowd was still standing around him. Putting up his arms, he tried to smile, “Hey guys, I’m fine, really, just a bit bruised up.” With that he nodded and started walking away. “HEY! YOU need a DOCTOR!” He just turned and walked backwards, “I told you I’m fine! Thanks anyway.” “IDIOT!” Was all he got in response.

Suddenly a honk sounded behind him. Whirling around, he was just in time to stop before he got ran over yet again. That drew another round of “Idiots” shouted in his direction. This was just NOT his day. Flexing his muscles he took a left and made his way down an ally. Maybe this way he could avoid people that looked at him like he had…well just got ran over by a car. That’s when a voice spoke out. “Drop the gun and hand over your money.” Blue eyes turned to try to see the person who had spoken. Turns out there were two of them. He did neither, just kinda looked at them. “Ok guys now listen, I just got ran over by a car…can’t yo-”

A fist came out from nowhere and knocked him backwards. “Oh you’ve gotta be KIDDING ME!” He burst out before lunging at the guy. He had been born to a hard life, so martial arts came as a second nature to him. He made quick business of them and piled them on top of one another. Shaking his head, he continued on his way. Now he really hurt. “I’ll just go get a hotel room and figure this out…” He said quietly as he walked. Just then rain started pouring out from the sky. Cursing his luck, he forced himself to run to the nearest hotel. A sorry looking place, it would have to do. So he went in, completely wet, bruised up and bedraggled, he got a lot of stares.

After ordering a room he pulled out his wallet and handed the guy his money. The man at the desk took one look at it and handed it back. “I don’t know where you’re from Mr, but that isn’t the kind of money we use around here. I can’t help you, sorry.” The look on Storm’s face was priceless, eyes bugged out, jaw dropped. “Are you…your serious?! Oh god, this is NOT my day.” With that he grabbed his money, pivoted on his foot and walked out the door into the rain again. He should have searched the muggers. He wondered if he should go back, but decided against it. Walking for probably hours he finally stopped in a park. Collapsing on the park bench he put his head in his hands and stayed there until the rain stopped.

That’s when he remembered his cell phone. “Thank you lord!” He burst out, fishing in his pocket before he almost shouted hallelujah! Thankfully he stopped himself, but he was almost dancing as he opened his phone and pressed the speed dial for Noct. A voice suddenly talked in his ear, “Your call cannot be completed, you either have no service or your phone is malfunctioning, please call the service desk or press 1 for more options.” Hand was gripping his phone so tightly he was surprised it didn’t break. “AHHH!!” He finally burst out before jumping up, winding his arm back and tossing his phone as far as he could.

Suddenly realizing what he had just done, he yelped, “Oh crap!” Grabbing up his shotgun he chased after his phone, trying to find it. “Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot!” When he spotted it he wanted to cry in happiness. Running to retrieve it, he missed seeing the muddy slope he had to cross. Hitting it he suddenly felt his feet shoot out from under himself. “UGH” he groaned as he tried wildly to maintain his footing. Didn’t help, in the next second he found himself facedown in the most mud he had ever seen. Cursing his luck he jumped up and tried to make his way toward his phone. The mud suctioned his boot off and before he had time to react he stepped in mud in his socked foot. Tossing his shotgun to dry land, he whirled around to find it only to have his other foot come shooting out of its boot. Digging around for a long time, he didn't ever find his boots again. Wading through the deep mud he finally found himself by his phone and shotgun he simply collapsed onto the ground and looked down in horror at himself. “Just wait until Noct hears about this…he won’t ever let it drop.” He said with a groan before laying down with a huff and tried to tell himself he was just having a bad dream…this could NOT be reality!

Words: 1280
Muse: Awesome
Notes: ahahaha poor Storm!

[Repa Raines]

Princess at Heart
” Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength.”

Staying here wouldn’t last much longer. Time was running short for Cloud and what not, but for today, Repa didn’t want to worry about that. She wanted to enjoy the day to herself and try to keep her mind away from all the stress she had been put under lately. So what was on today’s agenda? Nothing much planned yet, though it looked like it was about to rain, so anything to do outside should be done quick, and Repa took advantage of that. She walked around the streets a lot these days, just to think and try to imagine herself away from this place soon…soon she’d go back home or travel someplace else once this focus thing was taken care of, but for now this place had grown on her, despite the dangers around here, such as Sephiroth and PSICOM now, but that never really worried her too much.

Down the sidewalk Repa walked, passing buildings, opened, closed, worn down, and some even remodeled. A familiar building she passed as well, Seventh Heaven. This was her favorite place to go, she’d met lots of great people here, like Tifa, Cloud, and Zack. It was like she was supposed to be there whenever she wanted something good to happen, but she figured she’d leave Cloud and them alone for now, let them enjoy the day as well. Besides this was a Repa day, just Repa no one else. So after stopping and staring at Seventh Heaven for awhile she continued down the sidewalk, munching on some oreos she had in a bag for some odd reason. She must’ve been hungry or something.

Her attention was caught by a bunch of civilians shouting out the word ‘idiot’ a lot. So…something was going on. She stood in the back of a small group of people who were talking about some guy getting hit by a car and walking off. That was strange but Repa never thought to ask anything about it, it wasn’t her problem to deal with today. So she kept on going, farther and farther away from her stressful thoughts she was going, which was good. She even started to hum to herself, a cheery little tune which she rarely did at times like this. It seemed her happiness level had dropped dramatically ever since she arrived here, but today, a spark of joy emerged and she just felt a lot better.

Then the rain had started. Repa sighed as she looked up briefly, feeling the cold raindrops on her face before she figured she’d better find some shelter and let the rain pass before wandering all the way back to her place. At a half jog pace, Repa ran towards the park, there was a few patchy areas of dryness there, but something caught her eye. And it sure wasn’t pretty. Mud, lots of it, beside it, a shotgun, and beside that, a boy, blond shaggy hair and he looked pretty familiar. Had Repa seen him around this town before? No, it didn’t look like it. But he seemed to be having a really rough time getting used to it here.

Repa took a few steps closer and looked at the guy carefully, why did he look so familiar? But just then, a memory flashed in her mind. Her in a yellow sundress, tackling her old friend Noctis…Alex and Stella were there…and No way, this wasn’t Storm was it? Wow how strange situations can run people into each other. Feeling a little better about knowing who this was, Repa stepped forward, careful not to slide into the mud and she knelt down resting her arms on her knees as she sat next to Storm. “I don’t think today is your lucky day? Is it Storm?” She said with a grin as she looked at him even in the rain, she was going to be nice and help him out here…he looked like he needed it.


Words: 760
Muse: Pretty good.
Notes: Poor Storm! But here comes Repa to save the day! XD

[Prompto (Storm) Zarxen]

{{Storm Zarxen}}

Bring the rain!

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Storm was still sitting there, cursing his luck and trying to figure out what to do. Flipping open his phone he decided he should try it just once more. So punching in Noct’s number, he waited for a moment. When the same voice spoke in his ear he sighed, closed the phone and rubbed his face with his hands like he did when he was trying to figure some bad situation out. Like the time Noct had brought home Stella. Oh man, that had been a night! Still he would give anything…he saw his shotgun and shook his head, Almost anything, he corrected himself, to get back to his own world, in his own home, in his own bed, with his own friends there. Hell, he wouldn’t even mind being dumped in Stella’s dad’s house if it meant he could get out of this world and get back to his own world!

Ugh! He then tasted mud and realized that it had been on his hands and was now smeared all over his face. Whiping his hands off in the grass beside him, he found himself wishing he was 6 years old and playing with Noct and the guys again. Then at least then he could have cried if his day was going this bad. People wouldn’t think a thing bad if a 6 year old was sobbing his eyes out. But he was 19 now, yeah, might turn a few heads to see a 19 year old guy sobbing his eyes out. The thought depressed him, well if he couldn’t start crying…maybe shooting something would help? He sure felt like it at the moment, the frown on his usually smiling face showed that.

With a giant sigh he picked up his shotgun and laid it across his lap. Maybe he was just dreaming? Wouldn’t that be handy! Yeah…he was dreaming, he was probably asleep at home cradling his shotgun, and the smell of breakfast would start hitting him and then he would yawn, stretch and be safely in his HOME WORLD! Closing his eyes, he willed himself to wake up. All that happened was the ache in his stomach for food increased. He felt like screaming, crying, throwing a tantrum and all around punching someone in the gut right about now. He scanned the park, mothers, little kids…nope. No one he could punch.

Then it started to rain again. He groaned and ground his teeth together. What had he ever done to deserve this?! I mean…yeah he had stolen quite a bit in his lifetime, created chaos and was all around a fugitive, but hey! No one was supposed to know that. Besides, it was a tough life, being orphaned at 13 years old and having to make a way for yourself. Stealing to survive wasn’t uncommon for young kids in his area. Actually it happened to many kids. By 15 he could fight with almost every weapon you gave him and be proficient with it. In order to survive you had to be able to throw a punch and throw it hard, fight dirty and be smart. But enough of that! He sat there, miserable, completely drenched, cursing his luck for touching that stupid portal.

He suddenly looked at his shotgun and sighed. Trying to keep it from getting wet, which was pointless since everything was wet. Once it stopped raining he was going to have to find something or someway to get some money. That meant…either getting a job or stealing something. He couldn’t get a job here! He had to get back to his own house! Now would be a perfect time to have Noct’s ability to teleport. So stealing? It made him feel bad; he hadn’t stolen since he was 16, three years previous. Maybe he could bet something. He was confident he could take anyone on with a gun, and any other weapon. Maybe some rich hotshot would bet that he could beat Storm. That was an idea! He brightened considerably at that.

But that didn’t last long. Not with the cold, the damp and everything else. Wanting to scream again, he was so deep in thought he didn’t see the pretty young girl sit down beside him until a voice spoke out. Without thinking he responded, “Sure as hell isn’t. Getting hit by a car, almost mugged, thrown out of a hotel, raine-” Suddenly he turned his head and jumped when he saw a girl sitting there beside him. “What the?! Holy crap how long have you been sitting there?!” He burst out, trying to wipe the mud off his face and he ran a hand through his hair before he realized something else. “Hey….how do you know my name?”

He just sat there and stared at her. She had called him Storm, so she knew him? He was completely confused, and he was sure he had never seen her before in his life. Besides, he hadn’t ever been here before. He sure would have remembered her if he had met her recently, but he couldn’t place her. He scanned through the people from his homeworld, his hometown, life as a fugitive. None of those he was confident. If he knew her it had to have been before he had been orphaned. But he couldn’t think of any girls that looked like her. The problem was he was thinking of her in terms of her being the way she looked now, not a kid. He was acutely conscious of his appearances. No boots, mud coated, soaked to the skin. No chance to look presentable though.

Words: 1044
Muse: great
Notes: oreos will make everything better! <3

[Repa Raines]

Princess at Heart
” Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength.”

What more could it take to ask for a nice day? Why did it have to rain? Today of all days! Oh well, the rain was cold and wet, well yeah it was wet it was water, but anyways. Repa sighed as she continued to walk around towards the park. It was a nice place to sit and just watch kids play some days. Kids…it made her think about her future. Did she really have one? Probably not, with this l’cie thing going on it was either life or death. And she knew with the relationship she was in now…it probably wasn’t going to go very far. With Josh at Yazoo’s throat, and the other remnants at her own, it was probably heading for disaster. Which meant she probably wouldn’t ever get married, never have kids…never have a life. Just spend it alone and wandering the worlds…what a life.

Once arriving to the park and after spotting Storm and recognizing who he was, Repa paused and watched him for a moment before going up to him. He definitely seemed unhappy. A shotgun on his lap and a not so happy expression on his face. And he was shoeless?! Well Repa’s eyes glanced into the mud and saw what looked like boots, that was probably it seeing as he was covered in mud. Repa decided to be a friend today, to give up her ‘Repa day’ and help him out. That’s when she walked over and knelt next to him to sit. He really didn’t notice her there for a few moments, but once he did, she just smiled. Her bag of oreos in one of her hands as she kept them rested on her knees. Even through all the mud Repa could tell this was the same crazy storm from way back when she was a kid running around in dresses and tackling Noctis…yeah…definitely a long time ago.

When Storm finally realized her presence…after her speaking to him, she just kept smiling. Trying to be nice and cheer him up. “Well perhaps things will get better?” She questioned herself that everyday, but for now, this wasn’t her problem to be focusing on. It was Storm. “Sounds pretty rough…” But then he REALLY noticed her sitting there, almost freaking out that she had just like appeared there or something. Repa laughed a little at his reaction. “I’ve just been here a few moments…I saw you and you looked…not very happy. So I decided to see if I could help.” The raindrops hit her head pretty hard, they were getting big and heavier, so getting out of the rain as quickly as possible was probably a good idea. When he asked how she knew him she just smiled and stood back up holding out her hand to help him up so he wouldn’t fall in the mud again. “Im not surprised you don’t remember…” She started off, almost leaving it a mystery.

As the rain got heavier she decided it was probably a good idea to tell who she was and not leave Storm in the dark. “I’m the only one who could ever tackle Noctis and get away with it.” Repa said with a wider grin as she remembered that day clearly…the group of kids playing and everything. Memories of happier days. When the only difficulties in life was picking a crayon color out of the box and deciding which bed time story you wanted read to you. “The names Repa if you remember…we’ve seen one another a few times…around Noct. I wouldn’t be surprised if you don’t remember me…the crazy black haired girl who tackles people…” She giggled a bit looking towards the town, an easy escape from the rain.

As Repa helped Storm up she looked down at her bag of oreos. “Hungry? I wouldn’t dare finish the rest myself…don’t want to gain weight.” She said holding them out hoping he would take the irresistible cookies away from her. “Do you…by chance want new shoes? And maybe…get rid of all this mud?” She asked putting her hand under her chin and looking at the ‘damage’ to his clothes. “I know I would. Unless you like mud and stuff, its entirely up to you.” This was Repa…being a friend to everyone, trying to help them out as best as she could without even worrying about herself. She put other’s needs infront of her own…whether she knew them or not.


Words: 882
Muse: Pretty Good
Notes: lol of course! that and Tifa's cake!

[Prompto (Storm) Zarxen]

{{Storm Zarxen}}

”Bring the rain!”

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Storm just stared at her, where the devil had she come from anyway?! He had been sitting there all alone and then suddenly she was right there speaking to him by his name and giving him encouragement about his day getting better. Eyes were about as big as dinner platers as he tried to get his sanity back. Rain coming down kept pushing his blonde messy hair back into his eyes so he had to keep pushing it back with his hand so that he could continue staring at her. Now that he got a good look at her he could swear that he knew her from somewhere. And yet he couldn’t place her. To bad he was still thinking of her as she was now, a young woman. If he had just gone back like 12 years he might have known her, but he didn’t.

Then she laughed. He closed his eyes with a sigh, “Oh my god that sounds like the worst made up excuse a kid could come up with for not making a curfew.” He said with a lopsided grin when he realized just how ridiculous his story sounded. He found himself smiling at that, not that he had ever had to worry about curfews. His life of scrapping by, crime and being an orphan had taken care of that. Rubbing a hand over his face again, he felt immense relief that the girl hadn’t been there to watch the entire fighting the mud episode. Now THAT would have been embarrassing.

When she stood up without answering his question and offered him her hand he just sat there for a moment, wondering if he should ask again. Instead he just shrugged and taking her hand, he got to his feet. He hadn’t really let her help him too much, but since she had bee nice enough to offer her hand he couldn’t just ignore it. She was surprised he didn’t…alright then! Obviously he SHOULD know her, he just didn’t? Well that was embarrassing. “I’m guessing you’re someone I should know, but I swear I can’t place you…sorry about that.” He apologized sheepishly.

He didn’t appreciate the mystery she left him with, and was just about to demand she tell him when she gave him a clue. Tackling Noct…now what did that mean?! No one could tackle Noct and get away with it…no one! Although he could headlock him and not die. That was a plus right? Tackling Noct…it was right there by the surface, but he couldn’t…quite…get it. When she said her name and explain it a little better he suddenly had a revelation. “Wait! Wait a minute!” He burst out.

A scrawny girl in a yellow dress and black hair flying out of nowhere to tackle Noct! He suddenly remembered. How could he forget? He had been shocked to see that sight. He snapped his fingers and turned to face her, “You’re that girl that played with us a few times at the park when we were all so young! Right?” He burst out finally. A smile went to his lips as he forgot about his horrible day. “Those were the times man, everything was pretty simple back then!”

Then he noticed what she was extending toward him. Oreos?! He hadn’t had one of those in years! He grabbed them and popped one in his mouth, crunching on it in pure delight. Ahh they were as good as he remembered them being! A deep sigh left his chest as he ate the only thing he had had all day. Getting lost in some foreign planet with no money tended to do that to you. “Thanks.” He mumbled out between cookies. Good thing he never thought about carbs.

He glanced down at his clothes that were completely trashed and sighed, “Well that would be nice but I don’t have any money that this world will accept…” He raised a brow, “By the way how come you’re here and not back home in our world?” he vigorously shook his head, “No, I’m not a big fan of mud, but you don’t even want to HEAR the story about how I got to looking like this.” He said giving her a crosseyed look. This most definitely was not his day. He groaned out loud as he thought about it some more.

Words: 852
Muse: good
Notes: lol Tifas cake is the best!

[Repa Raines]

Princess at Heart
”Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength.”

The way Storm looked at her…it wasn’t so encouraging. She thought maybe she had something on her face or her hair was messed up, something to draw attention. She quickly ran her hand through her hair, it seemed fine, wet now, but still straight and nothing crazy going on. Repa just kept a small smile on her face, still wondering what was so…odd. Well it could be the fact that he didn’t remember her, that played a pretty big role in all this. When he spoke of curfew she just nodded some, going back on the memories of her trying out every excuse for not making curfew. “Sounds like it…but I’ll take it that it’s all true?” If so…wow, what a day, who could live through all that a live to tell the tale? Or continue being awake? Repa would be exhausted after a day like that.

Getting to her feet and helping Storm up, Repa felt a bit better about today. She’d done a good deed, helped someone in need and been friendly. She just laughed a little when he said he couldn’t place her. “Well I don’t blame you…you’ve probably seen me…twice? Three times maybe?” She said trying to recall the memories, but sometimes it was just too hard to go back that far. “You’ll get it I’m sure.” She said with a smug smile as she went onto her hint about Tackling Noctis. That right there was a HUGE hint, at least she thought so, maybe not to him. “Maybe I should just tell you? That might spark your memory.” She said raising an eyebrow as she folded her arms a bit trying to see if he was starting to get it. The wheels in his head were definitely turning, she could tell.

Finally after stating her name, it all seemed to click. “Yep. That was me.” She said with a sigh as she remembered the fun days of hide and seek and tag. Now and days it went from hide and seek to hide and try not to die, and from Tag, to run! Run for your life! Literally. “Those were the days…” She agreed with a nod, things were far too complicated these days. Although she was an adult…she still didn’t understand half the things being thrown at her…why couldn’t things be less complicated and more clear cut? Instead of having to read between the lines about EVERYTHING life gave you? If you were little, and handed an opportunity, you were bound to just jump on it and go for it! Now being an adult you had to look at it from every angle….the pros the cons, everything…life was too complicated.

After he took the oreo’s Repa’s mind was brought back to reality, no more complaining or getting lost in the past. She simply blinked a few times, that small smile still on her face as he thanked her. She simply nodded to acknowledge the thanks. While he continued eating Repa just let her eyes wander. When was the rain going to stop? Hopefully soon enough that she could finish her day nicely instead of just heading indoors for the rest of the day. That would be a real bummer. Today was meant for relaxing, not sitting around doing nothing…unless that’s what you did to relax.

Speaking of money, Repa just let her smile grow some. Being nice and all. “I can spare a little money…I don’t mind.” She said before he asked her why she wasn’t on his world…her home? Not exactly. “Oh…well first off, I’m not even from your world Storm…and I’m here…for a friend in need. He sort of is in a bit of trouble…” She started off before jumping off the subject as quickly as it came. “I’ve always been from another world…we just have the ability to travel…via portals…” getting off the subject of Cloud wasn’t easy around Gaia…but with Storm since he had no idea what had been going on here these past months…well it made it REALLY REALLY easy…too easy. “I’m sure it would’ve been an entertaining story…but I won’t ask…no need to relive an…active day eh?” She said before turning and walking towards the buildings, away from the park. “Well…lets get you some new shoes before anything else…with luck the rain may help get rid of some of the mud…” She said leading the way. Well this was nice, giving up your one day of relaxation to help others…it seemed she was switching roles here. When she first arrived on gaia she was completely lost and had no idea. Cloud and Tifa came along and showed her the way…It was her turn to do something nice for someone else.


Words: 940
Muse: Pretty good
Notes: None

[Prompto (Storm) Zarxen]

{{Storm Zarxen}}

”Bring the rain!”

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He nodded somewhat miserably, “Yup, all true, probably the worst day I’ve ever had. If I tell the guys I’m never living it down!” He wanted to smack himself in the forehead and call himself all kinds of stupid. “I mean, why I didn’t just listen to Noct and stay away from the portal things I’ll never know…stupidest mistake I’ve ever made.” Ok probably not, the first time he had ever stolen something? That had probably been the stupidest thing he had ever done. But oh well, no one knew about that except for maybe Noct, and it was going to stay that way. It wasn’t something he was proud of.

Once he had figured it out he wondered why he hadn’t remembered. Kind of an idiotic thing to forget. He shrugged, “Yeah but those were some of the best times in my life, ya know, when the problems were that girls that cooties and they might pass them onto you…no offense.” He said with a smile, but he narrowed his eyes and studied her like she just might have cooties and jokingly took a step away from her. After that his life had somewhat fallen apart. His parent’s death and having to start a life of stealing to stay alive….yeah, not fun. But hey, it had been his own life, as sucky as it had been, and he never complained about it.

“Yeah the days, man I would give almost anything to be able to be 6 years old and not a care in the world again. Cuz then I could kick someone and not get in trouble because I had the ‘look at me I’m to cute to have done it on purpose’ look down.” That was said with a laugh, but he really did wish those times were back, nothing would be bad then, his parents would be alive and no problems. Now it was like every decision you made you had to be accountable for and if it was a bad one, you didn’t have any prayer on getting out of it.

He couldn’t believe she had had oreos on her, she was his hero now! He continued to chew on them, the rain plastering his hair to his head as he walked along with her. He felt immensely better now, although dry clothes would also be nice…and some shoes. As he was walking suddenly he stepped directly on a rock. Eyes crossed as he opened his mouth to yell something when suddenly he remembered Repa was there. He snapped his mouth closed and eyes watered as he inwardly screamed. Dang that rock must have been pointy! He limped a few strides, but no sound had come out from his lungs. His face twisted up as he kept from making any noise, eyes crossed and he forced his body to keep walking. What had he ever done to deserve this day?!

Eyes were still watering a bit when Repa mentioned that she would spare a little money. “I can pay you back, but only in Tenebrae money, not this worlds kind of money I guess, they don’t accept it…I don’t see how it’s much different but the guy at the hotel kinda freaked out when he saw it.” Suddenly he glanced at her, “Oh well that makes sense…wow I really should have seen that one coming…you not living in our world.”

He stayed quiet for a bit before his curiosity got the better of him. “Ok then Miss Repa, if you’re not from Tenebrae, and you aren’t from here, where ARE you from? Are you like a secret agent that has to go around the world on missions?! Cuz that would be awesome, not gonne lie.” He said with a strait face, actually somewhat serious with that. Yeah it was a long shot, but hey! It would be pretty amazing. “Would not be a good time to start singing secret agent man?”

Words: 783
Muse: good
Notes: none...or do I? >.>

[Repa Raines]

Princess at Heart
”Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength.”

Repa just snickered a bit, oh boys how silly they were. “I suppose things could’ve been a lot worse couldn’t they?” She said with a smile stopping herself from giggling. “At least I came along and not some…big scary monster or whatever right?” Always looking on the Brightside…that’s how things looked less scary or negative, just think it could always be worse…ALWAYS. “The portal things…are they just popping up everywhere nowadays? They seem to be…” Now that was almost concerning, I mean, those cie’th things wandering into Gaia…portals coming from Tenebrae, what next? A portal to Delatorr popping up? Things were just getting out of control and there didn’t seem to be any answers behind them…though people seriously needed those unknown answers.

Repa just rolled her eyes when Storm said the thing about girls having cooties, but then she pressed her palm to her face almost with a smack as he took a step away from her, of course it was all in good fun. “Cooties aren’t contagious you know…at least I think.” She said almost pondering the thought before she inched closer to Storm and poked him in the arm, as if testing the theory of cooties not being contagious. Oh how she’d kill to be a kid again…the age of 7, almost carefree and running around playing tag with your friends…it seemed like the perfect age in life these days. Kids didn’t have to worry about anything really, that was their parents job, and now Repa was at the age that she could pass on for a parent…but it was way too early to be thinking of those type of things…she wasn’t even sure how to keep herself alive, let alone children. Hell, knowing Repa she couldn’t keep a pet rock alive for more than a week…it was a real shame some of the things people go through these days.

With a laugh and a smile Repa just out of the blue ruffled Storm’s hair. “I’m sure with a good set of puppy eyes you could pull off that cute look…I mean to get away with things.” She said catching her words carefully. “I know some people just cant resist a good pair of puppy eyes…” she said with a sigh, almost admitting she was one of them. Especially with those who could cry right on the spot…she just had a hard time saying no to any sort of puppy eyes…it was almost a weakness. “So if you can do puppy eyes…you’re pretty well off then.” She said with a grin and starting to walk off away from the park.

Repa shook her head and waved her hand around as he mentioned paying her back. “No no no, You don’t have to pay me back, it’s all good.” She said before laughing a bit at the hotel guys reaction. “Yeah…they did that when I first came here too…but eventually I got some things exchanged over…so really…don’t even worry about paying me back…consider it…an ‘I’m sorry I haven’t visited you, Noct, and everyone else in like forever’ gift…” she said with a shrug and left the subject on that lovely note. But then Storm got some questions…where was Repa from? Was she a secret agent? That only made her laugh a little more than before. “That sounds like my dream job…at least when I was a bit younger and more ambitious…with less responsibility.” Back to the kid stuff eh? Nah. “I’m actually from a world called Delatorr, and no I’m not a secret agent…but go ahead and sing the song…I’m sure it would sound a lot better than the gunfire that goes on here…”

Words: 761
Muse: Good
Notes: SO. MANY. POSTS. *dies*

[Prompto (Storm) Zarxen]

{{Storm Zarxen}}

”Bring the rain!”

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Storm couldn't help but smile, shrugging and nodding his head, “I suppose it could have been worse. But blast it all I should go back to those muggers and take them to the nearest jail. The thought didn't enter in my mind before.” That was dumb of him, they deserved to be locked away. Then the thought hit him...he was a fugitive as well. Though he hadn't done anything in years, that wouldn't stop the law enforcement from picking him up instantly if he showed his face in his old hometown. That thought made him sober to that thought, those boys might have just been hungry with nowhere to go. And so he shrugged it off and didn't think about it anymore. Except to hope that they straitened up and left the life of crime behind, it never got you anywhere.

He nodded, serious, “Yeah, no kidding, oreos are waaay better then a claw to the face.” Besides, Repa was way better to look at then some hideous monster coming at him. That would really suck right there, although he was probably mad enough at his current situation that he could have just busted it up and walked away. He scratched his head, “Theres portals all over the place? Well that makes me feel a bit better about getting sucked into one of them.” Not really, he still felt stupid, and if he had just not let his curiosity get the better of him and walked away from that portal he wouldn't be in this current situation he was now in. His feet hurt, he was soaking wet, face hurt, body hurt...everything hurt! Getting hit by a car would do that to somebody though.

Storm tried to jump away in mock horror as Repa reached out to touch him. But he didn't manage, he was now full of his own hyper happy go lucky self that he was smiling again. “AHHH!” He burst out, clutching his arm and rolling his eyes back. “I's need medical attention! The cooties!” He said and started stumbling around, almost like he had some sort of wound. When he finally with a laugh straitened up, he was just on time to get his hair ruffled. He smiled and tried to reach up and pat it back down. He was pretty sure he must have an afro now. There went his advantage with the ladies.

Storm gave her a shifty eyed look, “You're serious? I've at least got Noct beat on the puppy eyes...although that might be because he never tries in that regard.” He poked her arm, “Check em out!” Then he gave her the best puppy eye she could muster. He thought he did a pretty good job, eyes all mournful and big.

He smiled appreciatively, “Thanks Repa, tell you what, you come and visit us and I'll even put you up in a room in my castle.” He gave her a wink then, of course it was Noct's castle, but what was the harm in saying it was his? She just blasted HIS dreams right out of the water by saying she wasn't a secret agent. “Darn, well you should become one so that I can say I have a secret agent friend!” He smirked before singing, “Secret, AGENT MA-WOMAN, secret, AGENT WOMA-” He suddenly cut off singing, “Gunfire? Why is there gunfire around here?”

Words: 693
Muse: alright
Notes: None

[Repa Raines]

Princess at Heart
”Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength.”

Repa listened quietly as Storm went on about muggers and taking them to jail, which was probably a true statement, but she didn’t worry about it right now. Karma would get around to them sooner or later, it seemed with everyone it always did. What goes around comes around, that’s how Repa always thought of it. That and the saying that good things come to those who wait…well…she was waiting alright…and almost got tired of waiting, when was something super spectacular going to enter her life? Like gee…war at home would stop? Cloud get rid of this focus? Not being a walking bull’s eye every time she hit the streets? No, none of those had happened…yet. But she was still waiting. “They’ll get what they deserve soon enough…at least I’m sure they will. Someone will catch them or they’ll think twice before trying to mug someone.” She said with a small shrug, trying to keep things looking positive.

One of the good things about walking around with Oeros…it could make anyone’s day better. Repa just smiled at that as they then talked about the portals. She had seen a few around, and had heard that Cie’th monsters were coming out of them once before, so she made the assumption that these portals were linking Gaia to just about anywhere. She herself got here through a portal, but sure was no accident. “Yeah believe me you’re not the only one to have fallen through one of those.” She said with a small nod, not going to mention that she had gone through one purposely, maybe it’d make Storm feel better if she said something else. “That’s how I got here…fell through a portal and well…here I am.” She said shrugging again and folding her arms across her chest as she immaturity hit…not that she minded.

Repa loved those moments where you could act like a child, be careless and free, it was fun and gave you even a few moments of pure joy, call it, a brief respite. “YOU need medical attention all because I poked you?” she said with a wide grin and a couple giggles in her words as she cocked her head to the side like a puppy would. “I think you’re just over dramatic…Cooties aren’t real…” she said with shifty eyes before going over and standing REALLY close to Storm, transferring more of those ‘cooties’. “Or…are they?” She said in a mysterious-like voice as she then laughed a bit and walked off, enjoying the kindergarten humor they were both dishing out right about now.

Oh the puppy eyes, one of her weaknesses. It was hard to resist someone if they looked so…so innocent and sad. Damn the puppy eyes! Repa stared at Storm as he said he had Noctis beat, which, Repa could imagine that, but when he then poked her in the arm and showed off his puppy eyes, Repa almost had to flinch back and shield her eyes. “No! Not the puppy eyes!” She said muffled by her hands covering her eyes and face, she peeked through her fingers and sighed heavily, dropping her hands to her sides. “Don’t take those eyes for granted…otherwise you just might get everything you want…at least from me. I’m a sucker for that cute crap.” She said with a small smile as they continued on.

Repa shifted her eyes to Storm when he said it was his castle. She just shook her head a bit and laughed some. “Alright…I expect the best room service though.” She said adding before pondering a thought. “And if you ever visit my home world…I’ll make sure you have a nice place to stay in my castle as well.” She said with a confirming nod before rubbing the back of her head some. “I think my career path is already chosen….besides…being a secret agent….I wouldn’t be great at that, being stealth and all. Not my thing.” She shrugged her shoulders up and down a bit before he started singing Secret Agent Man- Woman. But he cut it short. “Oh…just a lot of things going on around here…soldiers wandering around and what not…its really actually a long story come to think of it...” She said letting her eyes sink downwards before she placed a hand on his shoulder and tried to brighten things up, to distract herself. “Come on, let’s go get you some new shoes and stuff before the stores close.” And with that she picked up her own pace and started back towards town.


Words: 904
Muse: Good
Notes: None

[Prompto (Storm) Zarxen]

{{Storm Zarxen}}

”Bring the rain!”

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He shrugged off the muggers. Especially after he thought of his own life of crime. He could understand where they had been coming from, although HE had never tried to mug anyone. His crime had just been stealing, not right off a person though, usually items from their house or cars. The thing was he had gotten tangled up in a gang, which had been bad, because once you were part, it was hard to get out. Luckily Noct had helped him with that. So he just dropped it, no sense being the pot calling the kettle black, after all, thats what he had just done. The odd thing was his personality. Most guys in the same situation were the hulks that just scowled at everything and tried to kill people with just a look. Storm had always been the opposite. Even when he had tangled with one of those scowlers and had been forced into a fight he did it with a smile on his face.

He felt even better when Repa mentioned that she had fallen through one of the portals. Suddenly feeling impish, Storm pointed to her and snickered idiotically, “Ha, that was dumb.” Of course he was just kidding, and everything about his body language screamed sarcasm, because he really shouldn't be saying anything. She'd probably kick his butt though, so he quickly scrambled to correct that, “I's just kidding!!” he burst out, in his mind he could visualize a Repa fist coming out of nowhere and creaming him. He couldn't fight back for serious against a girl anyway. The thought made him weary, she really could kick his butt and get away with it.

Horsing around was what Storm lived for! Everyone back at the mansion was WAY to uptight. He liked to live a little, but there was either Noct or Alex to hang out with. Noct was his best friend, but the guy was so silent all the time, deep in thought or worrying internally about something. And then there was Alex...he didn't think he could remember the last time the guy had smiled. So scratch acting like a kid and getting away with it. He gave her the best wide eyed serious 'oh my god the cooties are gonna kill me!' look and nodded. “Yeah! I'm probably gonna get a rash or something from em!” Over dramatic?! Him? Dramatic? Hell no, he wasn't...oh alright yes he probably was a bit dramatic, but what else could you do when you were the only funny guy in the entire mansion? Being dramatic was better then just being quiet all the time. He then gave her a really wide eyed look as she stood just about as close as one could stand. HE HATED THAT BLASTED MYSTERIOUS VOICE!! The voice was the one that he had been told ghost stories as a little five year old boy. He emphasized the shiver of fear and burst out, “NO! I'm gonna DIE!” But then he had to laugh, and thats just what he did. He hadn't laughed so hard in a long time.

The look that crossed Storm's face was pure evil genius as Repa shielded her eyes and told him no to the puppy eyes. Finding Repa's weak spot? Check. When she peeked out he was still giving her the eyes. He could he everything he had ever wanted? “Alright then, I would like a flame thrower, a cake that looks like me, a Ferrari, a bazooka gun and a reeses please.” With that Storm opened up his hand and held it out, giving her the puppy eyes. His list of wants was probably ridiculous, actually he was just kidding about it, although he couldn't lie, a cake that looked like him would be amazing.

He was affectively sidetracked when she mentioned that they should go before the store closed. “Yeah, I sure wouldn't want to be walking around without shoes any longer then I needed to...come to think of it, I wouldn't want to be walking around without shoes at all, but I guess I didn't really have a choice.” Shrugging, he found that they had now walked out of the park and were more in the business side of town. He got a few stares from people, but he just ignored them and kept walking, he walked closest to the street, put a hand in his pocket and strolled along.

Words: 853
Muse: good
Notes: None

[Repa Raines]

Princess at Heart
”Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength.”

Repa just kept smiling for awhile but her face fell into a blank stare as Storm stated that falling through a portal was dumb. She blinked at him for a second before raising a brow and folding her arms as she looked at him like ‘are you serious’. Repa just shook her head a bit as he saved himself saying that he was kidding, not that she was going to do anything, maybe make a comment on how he got here exactly. But she just shook her head and went back to smiling a little. Storm was really silly, and that was one characteristic Repa liked in just about anyone. Anyone who could make her laugh or smile was good in her book, besides, it was almost a gift if she laughed these days. Things just didn’t seem as funny as they once were…things were downright horrible, and that was a fact.

Oh Storm…poor unlucky childish Storm. Repa couldn’t help but giggle. She smiled wider as he claimed to get a rash or was going to die. Yeah he was definitely dramatic. If Repa ever had a younger sibling, she’d want them to be like Storm, silly and what not, though if she did have a younger brother it’d be quite the housefull, or it would have been, growing up with two brothers was a nightmare enough, adding one more to the mix wasn’t a good idea. Besides, Repa loved being the baby of the family, able to do practically anything and get away with it. And of course having older brothers…or an older brother now was a complete bonus. If she ever got in a tight spot or had problems with other people, she knew Josh would be hunting someone down if they ever hurt her…and that was something she loved about her brother…he actually cared, despite the many times she’d gotten told otherwise. “I’ll say nice things at your funeral.” Repa chimed happily almost carefree.

The puppy eyes were a weakness…maybe Repa shouldn’t have said anything. She simple sighed heavily and dropped her arms to her sides as she gave in to the cute adorable puppy eyes. The things he asked for, she just shook her head, starting to get over the cuteness of the puppy eyes, besides where was Repa going to find a flame thrower? “Storm…I may be subject to the puppy eyes…but I don’t think that’s going to happen.” She said in a sweet tone as she placed a hand on Storm’s shoulder. “But if you’re a good boy…perhaps I can get you that reeses eh?” And with the baby talk done she let his shoulder go and just smiled as she started off once again.

Walking out into the streets and out of the park, Repa looked at a small strip of buildings, placing her hand under her chin as she looked at each sign recognizing some of the stores for what they sold. She stopped in front of one store and smiled back to Storm waving him over as she looked inside through the glass window display at tons of shoes. A girls dream shop…almost…that and any sort of boutique would be her kind of place, but for now, it wasn’t Repa shopping time, it was Storm shopping time. With that in mind she opened the door and held it open waiting for Storm. “Go on in and find something you like….if there’s nothing here we’ll try another place.” She said with a shrug, hoping this place would have whatever Storm wanted…and perhaps he would get that candy in the end.


Words: 710
Muse: Good
Notes: None

[Prompto (Storm) Zarxen]

{{Storm Zarxen}}

”Bring the rain!”

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Storm rolled his eyes at her saying she'd say nice things at his funeral. “Gee...thanks, I feel the love SOO much Repa.” He stuck his tongue out in that childish way of his before continuing on. Oh the love...so much love coming from Repa toward him. With a sigh heaved from his chest, he pretended to be dramtic for a few more seconds before smiling, “Hey, bury me with my shotgun will ya?” He could only imagine what kind of reaction that would pull from her. She'd probably smack him and tell him to stop being so in love with his gun. He couldn't help the fact that his gun was pure awesomeness in gun form! Anyone that didn't like his gun was obviously just jealous of it. But no one would ever lay a hand on his shotgun! NO WAY!

Darn. So she didn't fall for the puppy eyes as much as he had hoped. “Oh shoot!...Well it was worth a try anyway.” He grinned at her and then she said that he might get a reeses. Hmmm, if being good got him a reeses then he was all over being good! Oh yeah, he'd kick good in the butt for being lazy. He'd be an angel! He'd be...ok point taken, he would be good. But wait a minute...he was always good...“So tell me what you mean by good...” He eyed her, what did 'good' entail anyway? He didn't exactly know, and if she had all these restrictions, like he couldn't do anything, then the deal was off, he'd just find his own darn reeses.

He put his hands in his pockets with his shotgun held under his arm and thought about the day. At least he had found someone he remembered. So the day hadn't been ALL bad, but still, he could be confident that a lot of the day had been a REALLY bad day. Not so bad as the day his parents had died though...or the first time he had stolen to survive. Those had been worse days, at least on this day at the end of the day he wouldn't feel so bad, and hopefully the rain was completely stopped. It would be nice to be back in his own home, but then again, that might not happen. So when they got to the store he nodded, “Lets go.” He walked in and got a round of odd looks, to which he just looked right back. They broke their gaze first.

Browsing around a bit, Storm checked the racks. “Ok so what have you been doing in the years you haven't come and visited us in Tenebrae?” It was a fair question, and Storm held up a pair of jeans in his size, then dragged out a pair of baggy cargo pants. He went with the cargo pants and draped them over his arm over his shotgun. He sorted through the shirts then, before pulling out just a simple black t-shirt. That would be good, and he knew his size well enough to know that these would fit him just fine. It was his style, and inexpensive, as he always tended to pick out. Growing up poor would do that to you. He held out the clothes, “These are great!” He felt bad making her pay for them, but he had offered to pay her back, just...with money from his own world.

Words: 694
Muse: alright, I was kinda all museless when I wrote this >.>
Tagged: Repa
Notes: OMFG I'M CAUGHT UP FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MONTHS!!!!!!!! YEEEEAAAAH!!!! *mega fistpump*

[Repa Raines]

Princess at Heart
”Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength.”

Repa just kept a nice smile on her face as the humor continued, it was hard not to just roll around laughing right now. But hey, someone had to play the responsible one right? Repa figured that’d be her, but she’d continue to joke around as well. “I’m just speaking the truth!” She said with a wide grin before laughing a little as he stuck his tongue out at her, how childish. But that was the theme of today it seemed…childish and what not, and Repa wouldn’t complain, she had played a part in that whole cootie thing, so of course, she had to let loose the rest of her childish side. She stuck her tongue right back out at Storm like a little kid, as if she were 7 again, but that was beauty of things right now right? Being immature could have its ups and downs…this was a definite up.

With a giant roll of her eyes, Repa sighed and pressed her hand to her forehead. “No I will not bury you with your shotgun.” She said before looking back at Storm with a small side smile. “You really gotta get yourself a girl dude.” She said nudging him in the arm with her elbow before laughing a bit. It was true, if Storm didn’t find himself a girl and soon, he’d probably end up marrying that shotgun! How lame! Though she knew he probably wouldn’t mind that…seeing how obsessive he was over that shotgun. It was almost scary…Storm…with a shotgun…watch your heads! “Meh…maybe I will bury you with the shotgun…not fully loaded though.” She said glancing off to the side, keeping up with the intentional humor of the shotgun and everything else they were talking about. One joke after another that’s pretty much what it was.

Repa’s definition of good…lets see. With Storm, there would have to be a few little tweaks to her expectations. She pressed her hand to her chin and looked thoughtful for a moment before a grin crossed her face and she looked back at Storm. “No shooting people with the shotgun…No marrying the shotgun…and no doom and gloom! Continue to be happy! That’s all I ask of you.” She said with a confirming nod as they continued on into the city and finally found a good place to start. Walking in, Repa kept her pace slow as her eyes wandered around the store, she wasn’t shopping for herself today…she was just going wait on Storm, no browsing, other wise she’d find something she liked, then have to buy it…no not today! She was going to resist the urge!

Following Storm a bit, at least staying in the same general area, Repa thought about his question. What had she been doing…well there really wasn’t much going on at least in her eyes there wasn’t. Between the last visit to Tenebrae and her arrival on Gaia, not much had really happened…though there was the death of her brother, the breakout of the civil war on her world…but who would want to listen to that sob story? Didn’t she clearly state no doom and gloom? Guess she was going to break her own rules…or at least try to sugar coat her story. With a shrug of her shoulders she placed her hands in her jacket pockets. “Meh…not much really…same old same old…get up, eat, go to sleep…day after day.” She said wandering a little bit aimlessly through the racks of clothes. “Um…A war started on my world…fun stuff eh? And my brother…he was…killed in combat, so I guess I can’t say things have been all that boring since I’ve last visited…” she said glancing back at Storm hoping she didn’t just kill the mood, but she probably did.

With a smile back on her face, Repa pulled a card out of her back pocket, surrounded by old recites and stuff as she walked over to Storm. “Alrighty, then if you’re ready to go…let’s get going…and I’ll get you that reeses.” She said happily trying to make herself less…doom and gloom and get right back to the happy girl she wanted to be! Wearing a mask, though it was easy for Repa, it wasn’t good…so many times she’d wanted to cry, scream, hit, pout, emo, and all that stuff…she just couldn’t. She had to play the role of the happy girl all the time anymore…one day, she would explode from all these inner emotions she didn’t dare let out.

Words: 903
Muse: Good actually.
Tagged: Storm....and the shotgun >.>
Notes: None

[Prompto (Storm) Zarxen]

{{Storm Zarxen}}

”Bring the rain!”

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“Maaan! You wont even bury be with my shotgun?! Some friend you are...”That was said in a mock huff as he picked the shotgun up further and cradled it in his arms some more. Thats when she said he had to get himself a girl. Storm laughed at that. “I've never met a girl I thought about that way, besides, I don't actually know all that many girls. My life before I got thick with Noct wasn't exactly...well...finding a girlfriend material. So, I guess I'm just gonna have to stick with the shotgun until I find someone that could handle my crazy life eh? Not exactly easy to do when you could be killed most days just for being aligned with a friend. You have a sister my age by chance?” He shrugged then, this was Storm being serious, which didn't happen all the time. Actually he was the most serious when it came to being with Noct. Though he didn't look like it, he was a good listener and had a lot of good ideas about what to do in a situation when asked. Just because he liked to live a little in life didn't mean he was dumb.

Actually he was very intelligent, and thought a lot, it was just when he was with people that he got so hyper. Besides, he was only 19, not like he really had to worry about becoming an old man without a family anytime soon. He came back to his happy self when Repa nudged him with her elbow. If she didn't watch out he would start tickling her. The funny thing was that though she had probably been kidding, her one comment about him needing to find a girl had gotten him thinking. What if he never did find a girl? Storm was someone that needed people around him. He couldn't be like Noct and just withdraw within himself and need no one. He didn't kid himself on that matter. Yes, he was one of Noct's best friends, but when it came right down to it, Noct would survive with or without him. Its what Noct did, he survived.

And he needed to, the balance of the crystal hung within his grasp. If he died, the power of the crystal might fall into hands that it couldn't fall into! That was why he helped Noct out so much. Even with his shady background, Storm had a strong sense of right and wrong. At first he had viewed it as a way to redeem himself, but now it was so much more then that. His best friends were fighting for this, the world hung in a balance, if they didn't pull this off who knew what could happen. They needed to win this battle. He got a bit quiet as he thought about that before Repa spoke again. He gave her what he hoped was a big smile and shrugged off the worries that were swirling around his head, “Good thing you came to your senses on that subject.” Oh yes, for some reason he knew the shotgun jokes would live on forever. Which was ok with him! He liked joking with people, made him feel like he was part of a family again.

When she said what the classifications were he smiled, “Were you just in my head there for a second?!” Seriously, he had just been thinking a bit gloomily and now she had told him just to be happy. “I guess I can do that...no doom and gloom! Noted.” Pretending to pull out a pen, Storm then proceeded to pretend to write on his own hand. But then they were shopping. As they went from rack to rack, he listened to her tell him that it was the same old same old. Why did he not believe that? Yet he respected her wishes and didn't ask anything more about it. Best just to let her tell him on her own. He had learned with Noct that if you didn't want to talk about it, you didn't want to talk about it, at least not until you wanted to. So for once he kept his mouth shut and waited.

When she finally said what was on her mind Storm felt his shoulders slump a little bit. Not that it got him depressed, but he always felt like any of his friends suffering was his own, and Repa was his friend. He followed her to the register, holding his clothes and thought about what he could say to her, at least to cheer her up while still getting her to let it out. That was hard. He remembered when his own parents had died, not a fun thing. At least she had other family...right? He had been all alone, but then again, he had sucked it up and went on. Though he had the advantage of getting his anger out when he was fighting people. Somehow he didn't thinks he got to many chances to really let it out and get angry. Yeah, you had to suck it up, life was tough for everyone, but if you held it all inside, it wouldn't get you anywhere.

After they checked out Storm smiled and nodded to the changing rooms, “I'm gonna slip into these clothes and meet you out front k?” With that he strode towards the changing rooms, let himself in one and put on the new clothes. Tucking his old ones in the bag they had gotten, he walked back out towards the entrance, determined to let Repa get out what she was feeling, which he knew was more then just an 'oh my brother died...' stuff like that you didn't just get over! Take it from one who knew, and just the fact that she had said it so lightly meant she needed to talk it out. Walking out to the front he smiled at Repa when he got close. “Ok I'm ready.” He nodded his head toward the street and opened the door for her, waiting for her to walk out ahead of him. Oh yes...she wouldn't get away from telling him all about it and getting all that frustration off her chest. “How often to you talk about your brother?”

Words: 1180
Muse: really...great actually! o.o I thought I was going to have NO Storm muse whatsoever...but then...it exploded lol
Tagged: Repa
Notes: YEAH! First serious moment of Storm's life! nah I'm kidding lol