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@aethergate said ; ”hey, so.. about your world…” / sora. boy explain what the fuck is wrong with that place.

Jiminy simply blinks at him for a few moments, expecting some sort of follow-up, but Sora offers none. Seems like a strange time to bring it up, is all - he wonders what prompted this. Frankly, he's not sure he's ever even really talked about his world at all to the rest of the gang. It's been a touchy subject for quite some time - understandably so, given what had happened to it. And, even now, it's difficult to think of it without sorely missing Pinocchio and the Lady (whatever became of her).

Though of course Jiminy had been informed of the world's waking some time ago during Sora and Riku's Mark of Mastery exam, even then it hadn't much affected him. After all, for some reason or another, he'd stayed put at Disney Castle even after it was restored.

Martin just about leaps out of his skin, whirling around and extending the hand that isn't holding up a torch, white-cold magic leaping at his fingertips expectantly and brow set worriedly into a scowl. He'd thought the dungeons were empty now - the guards had come after him, convinced still to perform their duty even under these dire circumstances - but the voice is clear and close.

He scans the room once, twice, and then spots the man hanging upon the wall, hands and feet shackled to the stone. He doubletakes, examining the dark corners of the rest of the room hurriedly. There are no other prisoners. It doesn't look as though there have been for a very long time - bones litter the bottom of the cages. He would think more distastefully of this town, a picture of neglect, if his heart were not burdened by the suffering he'd just witness above the dungeons of this keep.

@aethergate asked

20. A memory of someone who is deceased ( idk how ancient the meme is and i KNOW its april fools bit time but what if im a little curious ... )

EXPERIENCE MEMORIES

Coldsnap is clear in his view as she picks him up from the ground.

He's scuffed his paint, his joints are sore, and he is so young his kibble has only just emerged. He's wide and blocky and struggling to adapt to this world not meant for wide and blocky.

Or maybe it's just this room.

His mentor sighs, though not out of frustration. Her voice is gentle, a stark contrast to how he hears her speak to others. "Slowly, ██████. Your alt-mode has only just emerged."

@aethergate sent ; ❛ well, i’m sorry, but you should have been more careful. ❜ / axel

"I should've been more careful!" Jiminy springs up from where he'd ducked down upon the desk's surface, only just narrowly avoiding the pile of junk that was carelessly tossed onto it. "You're the one who almost flattened me with all that - that crap!"

Okay, so it's not actually junk, exactly, he can see how all those potions and whatnot could be useful for the training session he knows is planned for today (the castle has the benefit of having training grounds already in place for the royal guard - it works just as well for Keyblade wielders, Jiminy reckons).

@aethergate sent ; "Can I have your autograph?" / from sunny

"Uh," at another time Jiminy might have been alarmed by the oversized mechanical thingy looming over him, all gangly-like and far too close for his liking. But he's been with Pinocchio and his occasionally off-putting, non-human movements, and his overall lack of personal space, for years now - years and years and years.

So he merely hops back a pace or two to give himself just a bit more distance, and then - oh! Then it clicks what he's asking; with bright eyes, he draws himself up straight, nearly all caution forgotten. Oh yeah. This is what it's all about. It's been ages since anybody wanted his autograph.

Jiminy just sort of stares at him for a while. He can't help it, the man's just being so weird about the whole thing. They hardly know one another, it's not like he can really cross him to begin with - nor did any of Jiminy's elaboration really have a point to it.

"Oh, no, I couldn't. Money's expensive - I mean, uh. Food. Food's expensive. And money's money. You've gotta work for it and all," he finally manages, flustered. "Besides, I - I, uh..."

He trails off and fidgets in place a bit. It's hard to find other arguments - he is hungry. Jiminy's gaze drifts around Luka and down the road.

Hops up onto your windowsill.

"Hey! Did you hear about the—"