A quickie written and posted while totally shitfaced. Thank Jilly Shears for the prompt and Admiral Antoine for some of Roxas's lines. I'd also like to thank Blue Moon for making this pointless thing possible, and for my beloved campus for supplying said Blue Moon.
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Xion reviewed the videos for the day. They weren't the weirdest of the bunch she'd received in her career—she didn't want to know exactly what a “Hot Potato” was—but they just barely managed to captivate her interest. The first one came from one Sora of Destiny Islands.
A perky-looking, spiky-haired brunette around her age beamed at the camera. “Hi, I'm Sora! Yeah, so I think I'd be your perfect date 'cause I can take down, like a thousand Heartless so that totally makes me cool. I guess I can be your knight in shining armor or something. Uh, lesse, I have a thing for red-heads. I spend a lot of my time fighting so if you can keep up with me, then great! But if not, I guess that's cool. I hope you like traveling 'cause I go to a bunch of different places. Like, have you ever been to Wonderland? That place is trippy, man. Like, there's this cat—”
Xion turned off the video, having seen enough. Truth be told, if she had a munny coin for every fighter who thought they could win someone over with their Awesome Firepowah', she would have no need for this gig. Granted, Sora was hotter than the average fair. That automatically won him some points, but from Xion's extensive experience in this field, bigger weapons didn't necessarily equate to better output. She recalled that Cloud guy who went into this thing half-heartedly, assuming his Buster Sword (or First Tsurugi. Whatever he called it) would do all the talking. It did, to an extent, but Xion later learned he was a bit flaky… too bad; he had at least two potential candidates, too.
Oh, well. They couldn't all be winners. She moved onto the next video, this time from Roxas of Twilight Town.
A more hesitant kid her age who was rather familiar (maybe he was related to Cloud) appeared on screen. He gazed around, probably searching for something worthwhile to say (that tended to be the number one reason most of her clients got rejected). Eventually, Roxas perked up and stared at the camera in unsure determination.
“Um… uh… my name's Roxas. I'm from, uh, Twilight Town. So, um… something about myself, huh?” He had to collect himself again. Has he heard about a little thing called 'rehearsal?' Or 'having a spine?' “I like ice cream. I love every kind of ice cream. I just want to have all of them, but I can't. I can't have every ice cream. So, I was kind of wondering—”
Xion shut off the video. Her extensive experience also determined situations like those never ended well. The ones who knew for sure what they wanted going in, while more frequently disappointed, also tended to have the happiest results if they did get what they wanted. Xion didn't know what Roxas's preference for “ice cream” was, but she hoped the next clients' desires were more clearly defined.
This one came from an old man named Xehanort. Oh dear.
“My name is Xehanort. I don't have a particular place, you see, since I travel around. I have a preference for… younger people, we'll say. Young, strong, able-bodied people. Preferably blondes, but I'm open to brunette's. I—”
Xion shut off the video and went to fetch her brain bleach. There were some things on the job not even she could get used to.
A quickie written and posted while totally shitfaced. Thank Jilly Shears for the prompt and Admiral Antoine for some of Roxas's lines. I'd also like to thank Blue Moon for making this pointless thing possible, and for my beloved campus for supplying said Blue Moon.
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Xion reviewed the videos for the day. They weren't the weirdest of the bunch she'd received in her career—she didn't want to know exactly what a “Hot Potato” was—but they just barely managed to captivate her interest. The first one came from one Sora of Destiny Islands.
A perky-looking, spiky-haired brunette around her age beamed at the camera. “Hi, I'm Sora! Yeah, so I think I'd be your perfect date 'cause I can take down, like a thousand Heartless so that totally makes me cool. I guess I can be your knight in shining armor or something. Uh, lesse, I have a thing for red-heads. I spend a lot of my time fighting so if you can keep up with me, then great! But if not, I guess that's cool. I hope you like traveling 'cause I go to a bunch of different places. Like, have you ever been to Wonderland? That place is trippy, man. Like, there's this cat—”
Xion turned off the video, having seen enough. Truth be told, if she had a munny coin for every fighter who thought they could win someone over with their Awesome Firepowah', she would have no need for this gig. Granted, Sora was hotter than the average fair. That automatically won him some points, but from Xion's extensive experience in this field, bigger weapons didn't necessarily equate to better output. She recalled that Cloud guy who went into this thing half-heartedly, assuming his Buster Sword (or First Tsurugi. Whatever he called it) would do all the talking. It did, to an extent, but Xion later learned he was a bit flaky… too bad; he had at least two potential candidates, too.
Oh, well. They couldn't all be winners. She moved onto the next video, this time from Roxas of Twilight Town.
A more hesitant kid her age who was rather familiar (maybe he was related to Cloud) appeared on screen. He gazed around, probably searching for something worthwhile to say (that tended to be the number one reason most of her clients got rejected). Eventually, Roxas perked up and stared at the camera in unsure determination.
“Um… uh… my name's Roxas. I'm from, uh, Twilight Town. So, um… something about myself, huh?” He had to collect himself again. Has he heard about a little thing called 'rehearsal?' Or 'having a spine?' “I like ice cream. I love every kind of ice cream. I just want to have all of them, but I can't. I can't have every ice cream. So, I was kind of wondering—”
Xion shut off the video. Her extensive experience also determined situations like those never ended well. The ones who knew for sure what they wanted going in, while more frequently disappointed, also tended to have the happiest results if they did get what they wanted. Xion didn't know what Roxas's preference for “ice cream” was, but she hoped the next clients' desires were more clearly defined.
This one came from an old man named Xehanort. Oh dear.
“My name is Xehanort. I don't have a particular place, you see, since I travel around. I have a preference for… younger people, we'll say. Young, strong, able-bodied people. Preferably blondes, but I'm open to brunette's. I—”
Xion shut off the video and went to fetch her brain bleach. There were some things on the job not even she could get used to.