[Day 1, morning] [Open] Streets of Arcadia

[kedron]

Who: Kedron (Open to anyone else who might want to wander in)
Where: Arcadia's streets.
What: Kedron goes out looking for answers. Trouble's about to pop up, but no one knows it. Yet.
Rating: G
Warnings: Capslock of DOOM

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[twilit_princess]

Customs had left a kind of numbness in Midna. She wasn't quite sure what it was - almost like something was restricting her heart, but not tightly enough for it to actually hurt. There was a definate tightness in her chest though, and she was very, very sure that it had more to do with the customs bot not knowing who 'Link' or 'Zelda' were than it confiscating the Fused Shadows - at least for the moment. She could get those back. But if Link wasn't here

[kedron]

Nope, one pair of perfectly good round ears here. And said pair of ears that picked up Midna's approach, registering the relaxed nature of them and marked the owner as not-apparently-attacking. Which was why Kedron turned slowly, half an orange in his hand and his teeth still lodged into it.

Hm. An adult. A strangely dressed adult, for that matter. There were planets that Kedron hadn't been to, cultures he was sure that he hadn't met, but this was really quite unusual. Plus, her skin was grey. Even the Vrykardor weren't grey.

...She did, however, look rich. He wondered where she'd stashed her cash.

His fingers itched.

No, he told them strictly. Not yet. You're still in uniform - that, nice, bright shoot-me-now off-white cadet uniform - and everyone and their dog is going to recognise you.

He took another bite from the orange, watching her cautiously. Adult females were good. Perhaps she had a soft spot for kids.

[gold_keyblade]

Roxas was pissed off. It seemed to be a theme today

[kedron]

And before he'd even had the chance to put any moves on the newcomer, there was the sound of a scuff behind him. He turned. Ah right. Someone else. It never rained but poured, it seemed, or he'd suddenly run into ... well... everyone.

Do I look like I'm from this stinking dirt ball? he was tempted to say in response, foul as his temper was. But the question had been polite, and this guy, well, this guy looked like he'd just been through a fight. It didn't necessarily mean that he knew how to fight, but he was older and bigger, and Kedron didn't want to have to kill anyone just yet.

"I take it you're not," he said instead. Information was gold, in some places, and if they wanted anything out of him, well, they were going to have to pay for it. He needed cash, and he needed it quick. "...Welcome to Arcadia," he couldn't help but add.