Dorm Hallway outside room 216 - Tuesday after lunch
Sora. Right. They were looking for Sora. Naminé was gone, and Sora's room should be somewhere along this hallway. Yes.
Valentine was moving about as briskly as he possibly could, given that it was admirable how well he did at the task of simply remaining upright, on a quest to find Sora. He didn't exactly have many options so far as trying to figure out where the Organization might have taken Naminé was concerned. But Sora, he had to know, right?
He stopped in front of the door that he was fairly certain belonged to the somebody in question, and kind of wobbled there a moment before raising his hand and knocking.
"I think this is it. I hope. Please."
Cassandra nodded. Since Namine had been taken from the island, Cassandra had lost a bit of the sense that Fandom was a safe place. Her head swung back and forth scanning the hallway for possible threats while she waited for someone to answer the door.
As Cassandra scanned the hallway Sora appeared out of the boys bathroom in a robe, looking freshly showered with his hair wet, yet still miracuously up in that spiked look of his.
Don't ask.
"Valentine?" He blinked with a quirk of his head. "What's up?"
"Up...?"
Oh. That was not the door being answered. There was someone speaking behind him. Behind was the other way. Valentine turned around.
"Naminé is gone."
That fact didn't seem very 'up' to Valentine, but it was probably the proper answer to the question. Yes.
While Valentine was talking to Sora, Cassandra was eying him. Not, quite, suspiciously. She'd seen him around, but she didn't know anything about him, really. Cassandra simply nodded to confirm Valentine's words and kept watching for an ambush.
She was only a little bit paranoid.
Ever the optomist Sora wasn't quite seeing the doom and gloom in the situation, at least not yet.
"Gone? Are you sure she's not just out sketching the snow scenes?" He grinned.
"Her sketchbook was..." Valentine was having trouble, here. He hoped Sora wouldn't mind that he was propping himself up against the bedroom door. "On the ground. In pieces. And there were heavy bootprints about."
"She didn't leave," Cassandra's voice was flat. "She was taken. Quickly."
"What!?" Sora stared for a moment, dropping his towel on the floor. "By who!? What?!"
"The Organization," she answered, her voice chilling. Valentine had said Sora knew about them, so hopefully he would understand what that meant.
"The Organization? Here?! That's not possible!" Sora's personality seemed to have taken almost a 180 from the up-beat hyper boy that everyone was used to seeing.
"She's been running from them," Valentine said, the usual know-it-all attitude in his voice replaced by something far less smug. "And the footprints and cloak-trails on the ground lead to nowhere at all. They just stop. Someone must have... Portalled in, grabbed her, and left the same way. Who else might have?"
Sora's mind was boggling. It did make sense, but Mickey had sent him to Fandom for the exact reason that anyone connected to the Organization couldn't get him there.
But then Sora did remember the weird timeline thing that Namine had mentioned. "We have to go after her," he nodded abruptly. "Now." A pause. "Or at least as soon as I get dressed."
Cassandra considered for a moment, "If there will be fighting, then I should change too."
"I should..." Valentine looked down at himself. He was not a fighter. He was a juggler. Who was wearing a coat with one sleeve. A coat which had survived the end of the world with him before.
It was good enough.
"Wait here. I'll wait here until you're ready."
"You can go get my keyblade out of the weapons locker while I get dressed," Sora nodded trusting Valentine enough with that job.
"Meet back here?" Cassandra asked as she turned to go.
Keyblade. That was a weapon. Those were important, here. Yes. Good. Okay.
"Meet back here," Valentine agreed, turning to go as well.
Okay. Yes. Good.
(OOC: Preplayed by the fabulous importantman, iseewhatyoumean, and key_of_heart. NFI, but broadcast is fine, and OOC is love.)