#zephirlind

[radiantgunman-blog]

@zephirlind

“I---er---thought I’d come and see ya again. Is it a bad time to do that?”

Normally, the Whirlwind Lancer wasn’t out or about unless he had some task to do, whether it was appointed to him by the Lunar Diviner or by his own choosing, and he didn’t exactly want to be in the way of anything.

“If its bad timing, I can always try coming back another day?”

[radiantgunman-blog]

@zephirlind

Radiant Garden didn’t often get off-world visitors unless they were the keykids. The main six of the Organization Thirteen tended to avoid the place - mainly due to various feelings of dislike, of guilt over having a hand in its ruin.

And so it was that the former-nobody was surprised to see the Whirlwind Lancer out and about late at night. There’s a lot of doubt in his mind, about whether or not approaching the man would be safe - but so many years and months of limited contact - of not speaking to those he’d once called friends, or the alternative versions of them - was what made him take the risk.

He’s still cautious, however - peering around a corner beneath an overhang. To be on the safe side - he’d donned the old Organization Cloak he’d used to wear regularly, that he’d recovered with some difficulty from his place of death in Agrabah. Once the hood was up - he steeled his nerves - and spoke.

“....Never figured you for the nostalgic type, Xaldin...”