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WHO: Jonathan Sims, Ojiro Sniper, Soldier: 76, Roxas, anyone else
WHERE: safehouse, fighting rings
WHEN: various late November/December
WHAT: OPEN prompt for Jonathan
NOTES OR WARNINGS: violence, some mild horror imagery with eyes and worms

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It's not as if Jonathan is doing much better, being led around by the nose by Elias or the Web and half a dozen other agendas he can't even confirm.

"Bastard probably wouldn't have given you a straight answer regardless."

Maybe Jonathan was projecting a bit, but he wasn't going to give anyone who condoned sending children off to fight the benefit of the doubt.

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Jonathan immediately gains a few points in Roxas' estimation, and he smiles as he opens the kitchen's refrigerator to have a look around.

"Not ever, not even when I asked about other stuff," he says. "They probably knew I'd have left sooner otherwise."

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Jonathan could move to the cabinets and start looking there, but he's apprehensive about his attention slipping off into the network again. So he stays standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen while Roxas moves around.

He scoffs. "I'm surprised you're rushing off to find a job after putting up with that nonsense. Questionable as my current 'profession' is, I find myself enjoying the benefits of self-employment rather a lot."

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Roxas shrugs, poking through the contents of the fridge. Yeah, he doesn't know what most of it is.

"Gotta take care of ourselves, right? Even if we can stay here for now, things cost munny." He pops off the lid of a random container. Ew. No. "Besides, I'm not used to doing nothing all day."

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"... I suppose you're right." Though Jonathan rather had gotten used to doing 'nothing' all day, trapped by circumstance in the archives with nothing to do but read statements. "At the very least I would vastly prefer to be above ground."

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"Yeah, me too. Way above ground." He sighs. "I want to try and find someplace high once we get out of here, but who knows how long that'll be."

He's rarely felt this helpless before. If he had his way, he'd summon the Keyblade and fight his way out if necessary, but that option is closed off to him.