Remember Me? (Noctis/Closed)

[Repa Raines]

World hopping was always fun! Not. Especially if you are so used to staying in one spot and not having to worry about anything. Repa sighed as she felt exhausted from all the worlds she had visited. Since leaving her home world of delatorr she'd been on the move for quite awhile. She had gotten herself into a lot of trouble around Edge and just decided it was time for a break from all the danger.

She looked around the semi-familiar place, but her memories were just a blurr really, she didn't remember visiting many other worlds. Mostly people came to visit her. Repa placed her hands on her hipps and huffed out a stressed sigh. She was totally lost in the city. She always got lost anymore. It was like her life was one big maze. "Where...am I going?" She asked herself. She was looking for Noctis, and of course getting lost wouldn't help her out any. She looked up and down the streets and finally plopped down on a curb and gave up. "I need a GPS for all worlds." She muttered to herself.

((so sorry for a crappy start lol))

[Noctis Lucis Caelum]

There was rust wrapped around an unpolished iron rod. He merely stepped on it as it jutted out at an odd angle, and crossed a few steps onto the rough, flat open roof.
Another rundown building that had become a relic to him, evacuated once upon a time during the revolution that separated his family and the Fleurets. The paint had all worn off to reveal the brick surfaces and textures of construction material and that was there the rod stuck out from; everything peeled away with time.
Noctis was spending another ordinary day in solitude, solemn in silent reverie, and ahead, he stared above the streets he had to protect as the wind blew humidly.

Those were his thoughts but in the back of his mind, more troubles plagued him than the extent he could handle. Here, he was remembering well enough things that had made him happy; this was like many a place he'd been at in childhood.
He had often been tied up even at an early age, with family affairs and state issues; it was just his life but that meant he couldn't ever forget some times that were precious, in which he truly lived rebelliously. The fun meant everything, in those rare casual moments he had been with friends, currently long lost or busy fulfilling some forsaken duty as he too, played his role day and night, falling further and further from the freedom youth was supposed to give.

The noise was the same as always but combined with the nostalgia and the scent of the past haunting him constantly, seemed to be perfecting a moment.
Then there was this strange urge to look down below in speculation. It was always onwards he gazed, never focusing too much on the goings of traffic he disliked but now he blinked again, squinting at a figure sitting on the curb directly below where he was.
Hands dusting white, he swiped them to puff the chalk particles off, cleaning his gloves in the process. That didn't shake away whatever odd sentiment he felt towards the girl though, rendered unable to walk away and somehow on edge. His pulse raced then slowed but it chilled him that from such a low leveled building, he could see below someone resembling a memory that had just passed him seconds before. It couldn't be... and he was too proud to clarify his doubts. Or was he? Any other time he would be, but this was just impossible...

Ending the battles in his head took a few minutes, and he didn't want to choose a good or bad result from it, but it led him to teleporting to ground floor and observe paces behind the black haired figure, Repa Reaper. He was now positive it was her from how he'd heard her speak; no more doubts flooded him, miracles happened but this could also be more than that. it just didn't seem right she was there on her own and he was disrupting an absolutely normal street in broad daylight; what ever happened to his ghostly entrances... was unexplained, she made him more human and down to earth than all the opposite things he hoped to be. For example, being cooler than everyone else in an aloof manner only worked with... everyone else, not Repa. "...Where are you going...? Good question..."She was of a different kind and Noctis was well aware, this princess was a little special and he did have much better questions to ask her, if he wasn't as stumped as he couldn't help being.

(it is fine, i am currently drained for anything better than what i have produced, sorry too )

[Repa Raines]

After plopping on that curb Repa sighed, resting her head on her hands, which were resting on her knees. Yet again, she was lost. Perfect. Now would she just leave? Or keep looking? Maybe she should have gotten ahold of Noctis some how, instead of just showing up out of no where. Repa closed her eyes, almost sleepy from all the stuff that had been going on. The muscles in her back tensed as she felt the bullet wound between her shoulder blades sting. Darn that Geoffery Cross for shooting at her. Oh well, at least she hadn't died. She had help getting rid of that creeper for awhile. Her new good friend Cloud and her current boyfriend Yazoo. The first time she really had friends that didn't care who she was or what she did, true friends, of course the only friend she really had in the past was Noctis. It was great, being able to explain yourself and such, have that one friend you could talk to about anything. Even with Repa, such as her little gift she was cursed with as a baby.

She finally huffed out another sigh and opened her eyes. She let her arms fall and she adjusted her gloves so they were tight again before jumping from when the silence of her thoughts were broken.

"...Where are you going...? Good question..."

A little startled Repa jumped to her feet and turned around summoning her scythe and just getting in her fighting stance before she focused on who she was looking at. Well, that was smooth. She blinked for a moment, still in her fighting stance before adjusting her posture to a more...normal way. Repa let her scythe disappear once again and was a little bewildered by how easy this actually turned out to be. She was looking for Noctis, and there he appeared. "Well, this was easy. Just the person I was looking for!" Repa said with a smile small as she clasped her hands together, now relieved that she wasn't by herself anymore and lost. "Long time no see Noctis...how've you been?" She asked trying to start up even the lamest of conversations. Of course she hoped the subject of all her battle scars didn't come up seeing as she had 3 recent gashes to her face, one on each cheek and her forehead which her bangs covered fairly well, then there was her knees and elbows, and then her strained back. She did her best to keep those hidden, it'd been awhile since she looked like a legit princess, and she really didn't miss it...all that much.

[Noctis Lucis Caelum]

His reaction was delayed.
The glowing shades in his iris had brightened considerably and swirled a lighter bluish tinge than a grey should allow as his eyes widened to stretch out the winged edges. He couldn't back up and he'd expected her to read his voice but it was also obvious she'd be startled to the point of being defensive by someone approaching from behind; it was only funny how different she could be after that hostility was gone.
The short transition of adjusting her posture to cover up the awkward meeting had been even more amusing than he'd ever dare to suggest to her though.

"Well... I'm surprised... since... when am I ever the person you'd look for on a street?"
Calmly, Noctis pressed his gloved hand close to his face, the thumb and fingers stretched to press at either side of his temple as he peered to Repa with his palm partially shading his sight. Where the calmness came from, was a mystery, he was probably was just relieved she was still the friend he had grown up knowing and it comforted him to a deep degree. She of all people knew he'd be nowhere in the street if not for situations like this, or whatever excuse he could come up with to argue his case to stay out of busy places.

In the ancient history they shared, he had been one of the chosen few to succumb to her personality and that was how he knew many things about her he'd never spoken of to anyone; it was the same with her about him, as far as she'd understood. The scythe was deadly as it'd gleamed to reflect the bulbous protrusions that distorted the picture of him as his summon had automatically activated itself facing a possible threat and seemed to flash out of the skin of the air; it only confused him to see how injured she was and he took serious note. From the back, her silhouette hadn't given away any damage, and his gaze scanned her as discreetly as possible to filter out the changes he couldn't mention.
When she clasped her hands together, he exhaled in a meek sigh and both corners of his mouth curled vaguely into a smile he was too shy to show the majority of the world. "I've been... alright... should I ask how you've been? Repa, you could've found me much easier than this..."

This wasn't the first time he'd said something like this, but he was conscious he never used a phone as a phone; it had been an education the last time, that he'd ditched his phone and not called Storm about bringing Stella home. The notion made him want to sigh even more than rolling his eyes at nothing in particular, but he did neither of those things and dropped his hand back to his side in a clean sweep. He had been himself, but he couldn't be this him that he was with Repa all those times, so what was the use of answering as he would choose to usually.

Reflections were washing him out. Taking a step towards her, he stopped squarely in front with his head tilted slightly, the shocked expression fading and returning his eyes to their regular size. "What brings you here...?"
That was when the intensity of his gaze diminished and he flickered glances to both sides of them, down the paths people walked and rounded them to carry on, on their way. "If it is appropriate to speak of here..."
It had been forever since he met, conversed and discussed anything with anyone in public, that was substantial or gave away anything about that person and it was as though paranoia drove it to routine for him to verify whether things were appropriate when he was out in the open. If it revealed information about regarding an identity, it was all the more protected. He acknowledged that she probably had no idea why he was including such a hint, but it was self advised protocol, and he shifted as though to walk away; there had been times she could ground him just by calling out or merely not following and he would test it every time, her patience and her unpredictable antics. It was just his attitude... as was the same with how little he saw her looking like the classic princess; they were both inwardly rebellious but from the looks of things, he was glad she was free to be even though there must be a deadly danger.

[Repa Raines]

"Well... I'm surprised... since... when am I ever the person you'd look for on a street?"

Repa knew wandering the streets wouldn't help her find anyone. Especially Noctis. Of course, then again, she didn't know her way around many places so, thats probably why she started in the streets first. You just never know what someone can over hear from other people. She might've heard something and then started her legit search. Repa by now was just happy that she didn't have to wander around looking like an idiot anymore. Hence, she most of the time spent her days at home...where she knew where everything was, she never had a doubt. But just like her first days in Traverse Town or Edge, she was just plain lost, which got her into some trouble. "Well...I wasn't planning on finding you around the streets but...Thats where I ended up...and hopelessly lost...but It all worked out okay I think."

"I've been... alright... should I ask how you've been? Repa, you could've found me much easier than this..."

Repa shrugged her shoulders some. How had she been lately? What was she gonna say to that. I've been great except the fact that I've been almost killed about 20 times in the past few weeks and i've got a creeper psycho coming after me and trying to passionatly and brutally beat me to a pulp. No, that probably wasn't the way to go. So she simply went with a small really undescriptive response, and very...untruthful. "I've been great actually." Then her feeling of stupidity started to flood her mind. She most certainly could have found Noctis much easier, but...she never really thought of it. It was more of a spur of the moment decision to come here. Not that she really planned anything she ever did, most of it was often spur of the moment or just a random change in plans. "I know...I just...never really thought it all through before I got here...which wasn't that long ago."
"What brings you here...?" "If it is appropriate to speak of here..."

Nothing really brought her here. At least nothing major. She just wanted to check in, see how things were going, and get away from some people for awhile and Repa decided this was the perfect opportunity to see her old friend. She could see whats been going on lately, and fill him in on whats been going on with her. But she knew well that things would probably be better if they left the public streets...Not that it really bothered her, but some things were better left quiet and unknown to the public. So Repa just pulled her arms behind her back and leaned back on her heals. "Well, it doesn't matter really, but probably getting away from the streets and all the people might be a good thing before I say my reasonings for my arrival." She shrugged again feeling the stinging pain in her back once again, but not even a wince showed it.