Pondering a problem...
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wrfmlogsarchiveWho: Roxas, Ren and Aria
What: Roxas has a small problem...
Where: Aria's ship
When: Shortly after his rescue from Blackbeard's ship and immediately after this post
Status: Ongoing
The shower felt good. This was not surprising. It usually did feel good to get washed up after going without bathing for a while. That was all that was feeling good at the moment. As he toweled off, he was thinking of a bit of a problem he had. When he'd said "Define permanent" to Aria a few days ago, he hadn't been talking about scars or maiming, though he knew that was what she'd been talking about. The problem was a little more complicated than that and as angry as he was about it, he knew they couldn't go and meddle further than they already had.
When he'd found out there was another movie detailing that pirate insanity of Port Royal, he'd looked up a synopsis. The prophetic games and movies from the Refugees world were one thing to screw around with, but when the world had its own real prophecies, meddling in them was a big NO on so many levels. So, as much as he did actually want to sink the bastard's ship, he let it go. Blackbeard would meet his fate as long as no one meddled on his behalf. Still... what he'd done...
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The fight with the pirates at the tavern had been one thing. Why they'd opted to pick on a the smallish young man with the strange clothes and stranger weapon was anyone's guess, but they'd paid for their trouble, or so Roxas thought. He certainly wasn't expecting them to have the gall to jump him in his room at the inn, but they'd managed it with enough of an element of surprise that they'd been able to beat him senseless and smuggle him onto their ship.
Blackbeard was intrigued by his strange weapon and equally strange variety of magic. Which was probably the only reason he didn't kill the lad when he had the chance. Instead, he made a voodoo doll and when Roxas had come to and flat out refused to be of any help or use to him, he had demonstrated his own brand of magic, cutting an image of a broken skeleton key into the doll and from that, into Roxas's side. He made it very clear to Roxas that he could make his life miserable or even kill him with that doll and put him to work on the ship.
It was only when making his escape days later that Roxas discovered another problem...
----
Sighing, Roxas settled the towel he'd been drying his hair with on his shoulders and reached out his right hand, calling forth Oblivion. There was no difficulty in summoning the blade. It's weight and balance were right and familiar. But it's power was notably diminished and it looked battered and neglected, dull in both its edges and its luster. Like the Keyblades left lying at the Keyblade Graveyard.
Practically snarling, Roxas angrily dismissed the blade. That was the reason he'd been unable to leave without the doll. Not only was he concerned with what Blackbeard could do to him with it, but he was pretty sure that he needed it to lift whatever the bastard had done to his power. He doubted he could just destroy it, though. The kind of magic involved meant that any harm that befell the doll befell the one whose image it was made in. Also, such things called for something from the person they represented. In this case, it had some of his hair in it.
Grumbling under his breath, he dressed in the clothes Aria had loaned him and headed out to the kitchen/dining room/living room to see about that meal she'd promised him. He knew it was probably obvious that something was wrong, but what could he do about it besides say that he didn't want to talk about it?
What: Roxas has a small problem...
Where: Aria's ship
When: Shortly after his rescue from Blackbeard's ship and immediately after this post
Status: Ongoing
The shower felt good. This was not surprising. It usually did feel good to get washed up after going without bathing for a while. That was all that was feeling good at the moment. As he toweled off, he was thinking of a bit of a problem he had. When he'd said "Define permanent" to Aria a few days ago, he hadn't been talking about scars or maiming, though he knew that was what she'd been talking about. The problem was a little more complicated than that and as angry as he was about it, he knew they couldn't go and meddle further than they already had.
When he'd found out there was another movie detailing that pirate insanity of Port Royal, he'd looked up a synopsis. The prophetic games and movies from the Refugees world were one thing to screw around with, but when the world had its own real prophecies, meddling in them was a big NO on so many levels. So, as much as he did actually want to sink the bastard's ship, he let it go. Blackbeard would meet his fate as long as no one meddled on his behalf. Still... what he'd done...
----
The fight with the pirates at the tavern had been one thing. Why they'd opted to pick on a the smallish young man with the strange clothes and stranger weapon was anyone's guess, but they'd paid for their trouble, or so Roxas thought. He certainly wasn't expecting them to have the gall to jump him in his room at the inn, but they'd managed it with enough of an element of surprise that they'd been able to beat him senseless and smuggle him onto their ship.
Blackbeard was intrigued by his strange weapon and equally strange variety of magic. Which was probably the only reason he didn't kill the lad when he had the chance. Instead, he made a voodoo doll and when Roxas had come to and flat out refused to be of any help or use to him, he had demonstrated his own brand of magic, cutting an image of a broken skeleton key into the doll and from that, into Roxas's side. He made it very clear to Roxas that he could make his life miserable or even kill him with that doll and put him to work on the ship.
It was only when making his escape days later that Roxas discovered another problem...
----
Sighing, Roxas settled the towel he'd been drying his hair with on his shoulders and reached out his right hand, calling forth Oblivion. There was no difficulty in summoning the blade. It's weight and balance were right and familiar. But it's power was notably diminished and it looked battered and neglected, dull in both its edges and its luster. Like the Keyblades left lying at the Keyblade Graveyard.
Practically snarling, Roxas angrily dismissed the blade. That was the reason he'd been unable to leave without the doll. Not only was he concerned with what Blackbeard could do to him with it, but he was pretty sure that he needed it to lift whatever the bastard had done to his power. He doubted he could just destroy it, though. The kind of magic involved meant that any harm that befell the doll befell the one whose image it was made in. Also, such things called for something from the person they represented. In this case, it had some of his hair in it.
Grumbling under his breath, he dressed in the clothes Aria had loaned him and headed out to the kitchen/dining room/living room to see about that meal she'd promised him. He knew it was probably obvious that something was wrong, but what could he do about it besides say that he didn't want to talk about it?
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Date: 2011-09-14 01:23 pm (UTC)"Warp wasn't smooth as it should have been and we overshot Twilight Town." She was paying more attention to the instruments. "We're about... eight or nine hours away." She made sure there weren't Heartless ships in the immediate area and switched to auto pilot.
"You okay?" The jolt wasn't that bad but, she felt the need to ask anyway.
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Date: 2011-09-14 08:34 pm (UTC)"Please tell me we're not fighting more pirates," she said as she stood on tiptoe to get a better view of the ship's scanners. "Or did someone go and break the universe again?"
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Date: 2011-09-15 02:08 am (UTC)"I think we'd know if someone broke the universe again," Roxas said dryly in response to Ren's question.
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Date: 2011-09-15 04:10 am (UTC)"May as well go back to sleep. Not much else to do right now."
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Date: 2011-09-15 04:54 am (UTC)"We're not going to get hit by any more turbulence on the way, are we?" she asked wearily. "Just want to make sure whether or not I need to put on my seat belt before I go back to sleep."
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Date: 2011-09-15 06:00 am (UTC)"Let me know when we get there," he muttered, hoping he wouldn't be waking to news of getting stuck on a different world.