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Who: Roxas, Ray, Aqua, and King Mickey
What: Roxas asked for a talk, and the two Key Bearers are happy to oblige.
Where: the Mysterious Tower
When: September 29, 2010
Warning: There are some major Birth by Sleep spoilers under the cut.

Aqua laid Ven down gingerly on the bed before her. He was still asleep, she thought with resignation, but hopefully that would change soon. Maybe it was for the better, so that she and Mickey could talk to Roxas alone. She smiled faintly. Ven probably would have had to show him how it works, rather than explain it first. That was how he was, after all.

As she turned to leave, her thoughts wandered once more to another friend of theirs. Terra... What had happened to him? If everything Mickey had told her was true, and she had no reason to suspect otherwise, was he still alive somewhere? Did he regain control of his body? If not, could he? Or did he have no hope of that ever getting it back from the one they called "Orpheus?"

For that matter... could Terra be freed from the Darkness, like Orpheus had?

There were so many questions, she thought with a sigh, and she could only hope that Yen Sid would be able to help answer some of them. Aqua shook her head, walking down the hall to where she saw the King waiting. He greeted her with a smile, and a quiet reminder, "Roxas should be here soon."

"Then we should be there to greet him," she answered with a nod, leading the way down to the tower entrance.

Date: 2010-10-07 06:28 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] thirteenth_brat
Roxas sighed. This was getting awkward now, and that was putting it very, very mildly. Especially since he was reasonably certain that Aqua at least had seen right through his fib. Which might me why she'd mentioned the lanes.

He opened his mouth to argue the point, but thought better of it. Even if he wasn't physically sick at the moment, which he wasn't actually certain of, he was somewhat exhausted both mentally and physically. While not severe, he knew it wasn't a good idea to attempt certain alternative traveling methods. It had actually gotten him into trouble a few times as a Nobody, attempting to open a portal when he was sick. Then again, so had fighting when sick, on more than one occasion. He was at least out of sorts enough that he ought to consider a bit of rest before attempting anything.

"That's possible," he agreed with a sigh, "I've been worse and still... well... that may not have been the best idea. But that was a while ago." He rubbed at the back of his head like a dork because, really, it was obvious he was being just a little stupid. That and even if this was the first he was actually speaking to her, it felt like a crime to go make Aqua worry any more than she had been. She had opted not to pry and he was grateful for that.

Date: 2010-10-13 03:04 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] thirteenth_brat
He wasn't quite expecting her to ask him that, but that was okay. He had come here to learn more about that particular use for the Keyblade anyway and there didn't seem to be a reason to put it off. So he did as she asked without argument.

His glider was modeled on Oblivion and, honestly, looked like the bastard child of that Keyblade and a flying scooter. It maneuvered nicely, at least until he'd lost control of it and somehow wound up in Neverland. He assumed it had been because he simply hadn't known what he was doing.

Date: 2010-10-13 05:25 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] thirteenth_brat
Roxas scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed. That was likely the other reason he'd had a problem. Not that he hadn't known about the armor, but he wasn't sure where it came from. If that game was accurate at all, there was a way to activate it that he didn't seem to have access to. Then again, it did seem that only Keybearers had it so maybe... possibly once he'd acquired it, it would be a bit easier.

'Well, here goes, I guess,' he thought, closing his eyes and searching. The strength of his Heart was still a bit of a touchy issue for him, but he was learning more and more to trust it. Even if his origins lay in being a part of someone else's Heart, he had his own Heart now. He knew that and he was confident enough with that. The Light of the Keyblade, well... he hadn't given that as much thought as he probably should have. Reaching out to it had never been difficult, though turning to it for defense of this type was new. It was there though and Aqua was right. It wasn't terribly difficult to summon now that he knew.

He wasn't terribly surprised that it matched the Keyblade his glider was based on while also incorporating a few other elements. Predominantly black, with metallic blue accents, mostly. Where his thorn/ninja star emblem would have been on his favorite shirt, it was a bit lower on his armor, in bright silver. The chain motif inherent on Oblivion was present in radiating from the points of the thorn emblem and back over his shoulders and around his chest to meet across his back. Other than these touches, it was somewhat similar to Ventus's armor. Not that Roxas knew this at the moment. He was keenly aware, however, that though it fit him like another skin, it was quite comfortable and allowed for excellent mobility.

"Huh." Curious as to what his helm looked like, he took it off, noting how it slipped off easily when he wanted to take it off, but likely someone else trying to remove it without his consent wouldn't have it so easy. As to its appearance, the visor was shiny and dark and otherwise more closely resembled Ven's than Roxas was aware at the moment, but the crests (if that was what they were called; he had no idea) were canted just a little further back and more out to the sides, like the ears of a dog in a minor display of aggression.

He wasn't even going to ask where his pajamas had disappeared to since magic had to be involved somehow and it was really a question better left unasked.

Date: 2010-10-15 12:23 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] thirteenth_brat
Roxas had to admit that it was comfortable and that was saying something coming from a guy who preferred his clothes to be loose. On top of that, it beat the other armor he'd bought and couldn't be lost or forgotten nearly as easily. And he probably cut an imposing figure in it as well. Black wasn't exactly a friendly color unless you knew the person wearing it was an ally or friend. This was probably going to be helpful down the road.

He had a feeling he knew who Aqua was talking about when she spoke of those who had traveled in darkness without precautions. He wasn't sure exactly how accurate that game was, but one thing that was confirmed to be true was what had happened to her and to her friends. He didn't ask because that was prying and probably required digging into painful memories. It would probably only add to her pain if she knew what lengths certain individuals had gone to in order to save the one who had caused all of this. He bit his tongue on that topic and kept the focus on the armor.

"Yeah, that was easy. I just... didn't know how to do it." Saying that only reminded him that he was feeling like an idiot over this, but he shook that thought away, "Then again, that happens when some idiot takes pains to make sure there aren't any masters around to teach others."

Date: 2010-10-15 02:26 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] thirteenth_brat
"Yeah, wait 'til you have to give lesson to Sora," Roxas replied, mildly amused, "A little help may not be enough..."

He was really only kidding about Sora, but one could never be certain. Aqua's questions snapped him back to a more serious line of thinking, however.

"More or less. We had some help, but, well... most those available to help weren't even Keybearers, never mind masters." He paused and thought a moment. Hadn't King Mickey filled her in? Realizing it might be important, he asked, "How much do you know about what's happened while you were in the Realm of Darkness?"

Date: 2010-10-18 10:00 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] thirteenth_brat
He didn't miss that glimmer of hope and he understood. Sora had that effect on people because he absolutely would not give up, no matter what.

"I think the King is the only one who didn't learn on his own and he might have helped Riku a bit," Roxas said thoughtfully. The mention of the Refugees drew a sigh, "The Refugees are a weird case. When their world disappeared, they turned up on a number of worlds and they already knew what was going on because of a story on their world predicting almost all of it." He was still fidgeting with the helmet in his hands as he spoke and wound up drumming his fingers on it when he paused to collect his thoughts.

It was in that lull that a disconcerting thought hit him. A couple of the Refugees had taken pains to help the one who had caused so much pain and the ones who had probably suffered the worst from Xehanort's actions hadn't been let in on the secret yet. Roxas didn't exactly want to break this news, partly because he didn't know all the details and partly because he had once been allied to the bastard in question.

After mulling it over a bit, he huffed, "It would take quite a while to explain everything and I think there might be a few things that it isn't my place to say."

Date: 2010-10-19 04:04 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] thirteenth_brat
"That's putting it mildly." It was a relief that she wasn't going to ask more now, but he didn't miss that her smile seemed a bit lacking. He left it alone, though. It was likely there was little he could do and wasn't it bad enough he reminded her so much of someone else?

"Yeah, about that... it was kind of stupid of me not to learn that first..." That was also an understatement, but he didn't seem to have suffered any lasting harm from it, so he wasn't going to worry too much about it.

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