My head was killing me at first. Too many things definitely happened today, and at the best, the brief nap that I took in Halloween Town paid in dividends. I was overtly curious to see where things would progress for us, just hoping Cal would come around and open up more to us. Who knows where Trace went off to, I can't really say I was too concerned. Curling up with my hands tight around the pillow, I started to think maybe I was excessively harsh. He reacted defensively, was my body language and tone extremely hostile...?
I sighed. It was an easy half hour in the time that he'd been gone. In that time I could hear the sound of running water from the washroom, seems like Cal opted to take a bath. Cutting my eyes over at the door one more time, I flipped over from laying on my front side to laying on my back. My hand stretched upward, and Grigori moved into my left hand.
This charm.
There was a flash, it glowed projecting something of a location through the heartless sigil. Who's face came up? Traces, and to my surprise he was handcuffed and tied up, sitting in the seat of a helicopter surrounded by people in suits. I jerked forward, because I could hear the sound of it faintly, as if it were moving outside of the castle town. If I was seeing this, then that had to mean Cal probably saw something similar if it was coming from these stupid brands. If he had gotten himself captured, then these people had to be professionals...or at the very least, Trace's fatigue had to of been showing. I rolled my eyes when I saw this, it went away after a short while, but I got the message.
"So he's in trouble this time. Hmm."
I didn't think very long about this, this possibly turned out being something good. Trace might've gotten captured by a group, but it didn't seem like a good idea to stick my neck out for him after the things he said to me earlier. There was a lot of work involved in trusting each other, something we all were obviously new at, and that caused a lot of hesitation within reason. It's like when I met Cal and she gave me the handle of "Maggie" instead of just telling me her name. I'd have to think about it a while longer, but he had the x-factor...Anti. I couldn't rightly worry about him, when his heartless was still in the equation to aid in performing an escape.
I sighed. It was an easy half hour in the time that he'd been gone. In that time I could hear the sound of running water from the washroom, seems like Cal opted to take a bath. Cutting my eyes over at the door one more time, I flipped over from laying on my front side to laying on my back. My hand stretched upward, and Grigori moved into my left hand.
This charm.
There was a flash, it glowed projecting something of a location through the heartless sigil. Who's face came up? Traces, and to my surprise he was handcuffed and tied up, sitting in the seat of a helicopter surrounded by people in suits. I jerked forward, because I could hear the sound of it faintly, as if it were moving outside of the castle town. If I was seeing this, then that had to mean Cal probably saw something similar if it was coming from these stupid brands. If he had gotten himself captured, then these people had to be professionals...or at the very least, Trace's fatigue had to of been showing. I rolled my eyes when I saw this, it went away after a short while, but I got the message.
"So he's in trouble this time. Hmm."
I didn't think very long about this, this possibly turned out being something good. Trace might've gotten captured by a group, but it didn't seem like a good idea to stick my neck out for him after the things he said to me earlier. There was a lot of work involved in trusting each other, something we all were obviously new at, and that caused a lot of hesitation within reason. It's like when I met Cal and she gave me the handle of "Maggie" instead of just telling me her name. I'd have to think about it a while longer, but he had the x-factor...Anti. I couldn't rightly worry about him, when his heartless was still in the equation to aid in performing an escape.