XIII

XIII Affiliated Roxas from Kingdom Hearts Indie friendly/Indie semi-selective Portrayed by this nerd that is myself. music

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Kingdom Hearts, post-Dream Drop Distance

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quiirkofcreatiion:

The young hero took a moment to try and recall who this was. It was a vague memory, but it seems like they two knew one another. However, she was certain she didn’t catch his name. Otherwise, this meeting wouldn’t have been so strange. “I apologize I did not recognize you right away. Your appearance then and now seem very different then before.” As if she was talking to someone that wasn’t the kind blonde that helped her when entering this city.

She kept quiet as she look at those who were able to move to run away, while the young girl hid behind the young hero. A hero would have taken the situation in a different manner, to save someone with… something the other seem to lack. However, his words struck a nerve in her, that she had to act. Looking down at the other, she pat the young girl’s head before speaking. “No more wondering alone. Go no to where it’s safe. Those guys won’t be bothering you again.” The young girl seem to understand and quickly run off. Good.

It only took a few steps for the hero to be close enough to the other, grasping onto the other’s wrist tightly, before using her whole body to knock the boy down to the ground. She kept hold on the other’s arm while her foot was press down on the other’s back to keep him in place. “If I were to do this in front of that young girl, she would have the same look as she did when you were fighting those men. There are always other ways to do something that wouldn’t scare those you are trying to help don’t you think?” Momo’s question linger for a moment, still holding him in place. “For a moment to me, you were just like those men that tried to bully the weak. I suggest you rethink your actions and think of a better way to handle that situation, if you come across it. Am I making myself clear.”

Her apology doesn’t count for much since the situation at hand didn’t seem to require for her to apologize for anything, the one that should be feeling some kind of remorse or need to apologize is him but there’s nothing in him that speaks that out loud. He appreciates her politeness though and it’s something he took a good note of when he recently met her on Hive grounds many months ago now..or at least it feels like its been many months ago now. He loses track of time easily, he doesn’t think it’s worth keeping track of anyway. Because, in the bigger picture, Roxas’ end will always conclude with him running out of time. The sight of the little girl taking refuge on another stings a bit but he does a good enough job at not showing it, instead remaining as he is. Hands slightly up to show that he yields and weaponless with no means to harm the other girl, who only seems to be a year or two older than him.

Given if he can age at all, he’s stuck in this stage of life as far as he knows. Many want to remain young forever and don’t appreciate the maturing and aging process very much. He’s indifferent to either sides as he’s yet to experience much of anything himself. “I’ll make sure to be careful.” He tries to reassure she who’s more righteous than he is, noticing her less than pleased expression. He doesn’t finish with an ‘I promise’ because even he knows he’d be lying. As she approaches and takes hold of him, now it’s him giving off warning gazes as he’s not very fond of touch especially by strangers. “What’re you-hey!” He suddenly blurts, caught off guard, the next thing he knows he’s on the cold dirt coated ground, with one arm repressed into submission while her foot pins him down by the back. “Argh” the sudden event of this action makes him feel the pang of pain abruptly, it wasn’t welcomed at all.

Looking over at her, at least as best as he can, her words are reasonable ones. Seems like she just wanted him to experience his own actions in some way first hand to get a better picture of it. He hesitates at first but he sighs and nods. “I-I get it. I let it get out of hand.” He says with some dawning realization, some shame that wasn’t there before. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes appropriately before trying to shift to gain some comfort. He could just as easily attack but he knows better than that. “P-Please let me go now,” his arm’s really starting to feel the stress of that throw.

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// My boy’s getting his ass handed to him by @quiirkofcreatiion and I gotta say it’s a wonderful experience.

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quiirkofcreatiion:

The sound of a fight was all too familiar for any hero to ignore. Ignoring her moment of hesitation, knowing that she isn’t able to fight as well as she could with her abilities limited, but unable to stop herself from making her way towards the rumble. Looking over, she could see a few guys on the ground, someone one crouching and hiding their face, and a sol person wearing a black cloak who stood in front of them all, hood covering the other’s face.

The young hero wasn’t too sure of what was going on, but whatever this guy is doing did not seem friendly in the slightest. “Hey.” Her voice was stern and serious, approaching the scene and to call the other’s attention. She didn’t want to resort to any other method, but if it can’t be helped, then she’ll have no choice. “Whoever you are, enough of what you’re doing. You’ve won your battle, now I suggest you report whatever happen to the police instead of continuing this.”

His glare and look of defiance softens at the sight of someone who seems to hold nothing but good intentions, but his irritation doesn’t really subside by her words. “You?” Roxas tilts his head to the side, the keyblades back on his grasp. Wasn’t she someone he helped with directions about this city? Whatever, that didn’t matter much to him right now.  “You don’t remember me?” Typical he guesses, their meeting was a bit fleeting. He reveals himself from the shadows. “The police? I’m not sure if you noticed, but the adults in this place aren’t much of adults.” He shrugs his shoulders, trying to justify his vile actions that maybe started off well but he’s known for going overboard.

He watches those with enough strength to scurry away, the victim he supposedly helped now hiding behind the girl who seems to be far more righteous than him. He did go overboard, no surprise there. He makes his keyblades disappear and holds his hands up as if he’s giving up from some match. “Alright, my bad.” He says a bit too calmly. “I was only trying to teach them a lesson, you can’t honestly believe you can depend on others to do that.” He finishes off coldly.

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@quiirkofcreatiion

“I thought I told you to stay down.” Roxas says coldly as one of the men he had just struck down seems to stubbornly still want to engage in a fight with him. Criminals in this city are just so petty aren’t they? Aiming for those who can’t fend for themselves. Usually Roxas just minds his own business and doesn’t get too involved, but his influences have made him drive off course just a little bit. Cliched scenario. Group of meanies trying to get their way with a much smaller victim. It infuriates him, ironic since he shouldn’t be feeling anything at all. Yet here he is, a bit annoyed out of his mind. The victim seems to be a bit more afraid of him now than her original attackers. Truth is, and as wrong as it might be, he’s venting out some frustration through this violence. 

He makes one of his keyblades levitate out of his grasp and has it fling itself at the man who’s apparently trying to say that he gives up but instead gets greeted by the Oblivion grazing his cheek, blood spilling from the freshly done wound. “Stay down, I said.” It sounds more like an order now. So invested in this venting that he misses the approaching presence of someone else.

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pctrich0r:

@terthiodecimo

“Do you think there is a cool place to go and watch the sun set??” 

“Yeah, at least I think. There’s this really tall building in sector five I always go to. Uh, wanna tag along?” Is he doing this right?

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levitersora:

@terthiodecimo

“Hey Roxas. Think we’ll find some way out of this city one day and see all our friends?”

“Maybe, but only you might. I don’t really have much of a say on what’ll become of me if I leave, remember?” Brooding intensifies. 

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[levitersora-archive]

@terthiodecimo

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sora: roxas, you're you. we're not the same. i wanted to tell you that. that you deserve as much as i do to be your own person.

roxas: ok...... like that sounds fake but ok

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fairlegacy:

 I forgot about you…

 Words Cloud had spared that day in the bar echoed in midst the limbo-like state the ex-SOLDIER had currently found himself upon. Eyes of azure trained upon the neat silver band that rested upon his palm. Calloused hand encased it, at the chimings of Roxas’ voice, and hid it upon view from the outside world. “Hey… Rox?” Complete disregard tossed to the winds to the prior inquiry, though intentions to respond were certainly present and in their slow process. “Were ya’ ever… I don’t know,” how would one express such torment, “been forgotten or just… thrown away after givin’ your all for specific people?” In this case his life was the cost for his life and her freedom per say. Benefited more from his fall than anybody else in those dire times, even if it were initially done from the goodness of his golden heart.

 “How do ya’ deal with that… ?” The circumstances that encased Cloud’s doom at the time were certainly understandable, the result crudely justifiable even, but it still hurt… selfish since he was given the ability to reason for himself. So… what was Aeris’ excuse? Zack supposed that he were approaching the wrong person for this, perhaps Nanaki would be more indulgent in regards to this but he was very good friends with Aeris and Zack had yet to find it in him to approach her about so.

Roxas obviously needs some sorts of context but it looks like Zack isn’t going to offer any, or at least has no intentions of doing it. Roxas isn’t blind, though the older man’s blue eyes are more vibrant and keen than his own he could tell it has something to do with Aeris, that ring speaks for itself. Roxas is familiar with little traditions, if all thanks to this city obviously. The young Nobody’s no open book but he isn’t going to deny that being thrown away is something he’s far too familiar with, something that hits close to home. And, in fact, it still manages to anger him to this day every so often should he let himself think upon it for too long.

“I can’t say I don’t know how that feels” the young Nobody careful with his words, not entirely too comfortable on giving too much away just yet “but I can’t say I understand you as well.” It’s best to get that out of the way now. As open as Zack might seem to be, that image is false. Not that it makes him a bad person because he isn’t, it just means Zack has a lot of skeletons inside his closet and he has yet to let them out. On almost his entire year here Roxas still finds him oddly unique. He’s so inviting and open to everybody yet..he can’t be entirely open for the sake of himself? Roxas never thought something like that to be possible. What an ability for sure. “If I was tossed to the side after doing everything I could for others I guess it would hurt?” Can he even feel hurt? But why would anybody do that to Zack? He’s not a bad guy.

Roxas goes out of his way and takes a seat next to Zack and maybe a bit bold of Roxas and inconsiderate even but he hesitantly reaches for the hand Zack clenched. Careful with his action of hoping to have Zack reveal his palm so that he can see that silver ring. “I’m sure she loves you and didn’t mean to hurt you..I-I think.” ‘Is this how you do it?’ Roxas thinks to himself, resting his arms by his side where he sits. He can’t say for sure since he doesn’t really know Aeris too well or has seen them together to really judge..but she doesn’t look like someone who’ll intentionally hurt someone else. “I’m sure she didn’t mean to, Zack.”

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// Friendly reminder that @levitersora @fairlegacy @cetrasguard each gave Roxas a skateboard (Aeris gave him a longboard technically) and he loves them for it because he’s a sucker for skateboarding. 

[jaimelannistre-archived]

Don’t let me be gone.

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@murakumoisms

This strike has to be precise, it has to be definitive. It’s crucial that Roxas hits and slashes through his target in one or two clean sweeps. With the workings of a dual keyblade wielder on his side he summons the Oblivion keyblade. The keyblade he calls upon materializing within his grasp, eyes gleam in defiant determination of slicing his target in half for the life of him. He positions himself, battle stance is something he engages on minimally before he swings the keyblade in one and two quick motions.

“Hah!” The blade slices through its target’s surface. Right in half before he brings it up again to slice at it downward right through the middle before it falls apart. Faint red shade juices leaking from every front of the target, dripping down upon the grass and tainting it. The result..

A watermelon sliced to perfection in four clean slices. 

Needless to say the crowd of children that joint in this festive-like event cheer in awe at the young boy’s accomplishment. With the common ‘how cool!’ cheering from some of them. Roxas makes his keyblade disappear and then begins to hand out his work to those waiting for a piece of the delicious sweet. “Here you go.” He smiles while placing some of the treat in their plates. It isn’t something he does often but maybe he should reconsider.

[traumasuggestion]

I want you to acknowledge how bad you hurt me!!!! I want you to hurt too!!!!

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mxonkxss:

“YEAH! That’ll be great and fun!” She’s ate with Roxas multiple times but not Sora. It’ll be great to be able to eat with the two of them. An honor more like, for they are still sticking around her despite….—

She follows him happily beside, hands behind back and she’s having a light skip to every step she makes. “I think I know which you’re talking about. I’ve not been in there but the place does smell really nice. I can smell it from outside.” In her opinion, if food smells that good it has to taste THAT good. “Your treat? I can’t promise I won’t sneak in the bills.” She says sticking out her tongue playfully. 

“Uhhhhhh,” She’s silent but then breaks in a “I’m just messin’ with ya.” She giggles, gently patting his arm with her now naked hand. “I have. I kept my word too. Still getting used to it but…” She shows him her hands. As scarred and disgustingly burnt as usual. 

He takes her comments lightly, at least those that refer to the meal they’re about to share. As stubborn as ever it seems. Not that he’s one to preach otherwise though since he can get just as bad if he really puts some effort..or minimal effort actually. He can be quite the handful if he wants to be. “Learn to take a gift once or twice.” He makes little jest since it doesn’t really bother him either way, preferences aside. He does eye her with some caution when she halts and stalls when he questioned if she was keeping herself out of trouble. But the giggling and patting of his arm afterwards make him relax. “Hah, good I’m glad.” Genuinely glad at that. The air that circulates this reunion shifts once more, he doesn’t have to be a genius to tell that much when she shows him her hands. Scarred, defeated, each one of them with an untold story. “..” He won’t deny that he feels touched, that even if she’s struggling a little she’s been holding strong. Roxas considers for a bit, but then he rests his hands on hers, his palms, slightly rough to the touch, press against her own, bringing them up to eye level view in front of them. For a moment he looks at her with an expression hard to read. Though after a minute of just staying that way he’s gentle when retracting his palms and giving her double high fives. 

“You look great.” He cants his head to the side, a smile small but powerful in its genuine glow. Smiles that Roxas doesn’t exactly do too often. He then places his hands into his pockets and continues to walk forward towards where their meal awaits them. He’s very proud of her. It could be daring to claim but it makes him happy even. “Come on we’re almost there, just across the street.” He points ahead, maybe done purposely. As he isn’t really the too affectionate sort and it still feels a bit weird to him.

[jodiefoster]

what is it like to process your emotions properly because fuck if i know

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arnath:

✴: » His defense didn’t garner much out of Arnath that wasn’t just more laughter. While she hadn’t been on the wrong end of a granny pinch, she could understand the strength in those old ladies to show their thanks to the young people. Thank god she managed to stay back far enough. Plus she was more or less that lady with her little Pancham who needed some disciplining every so often. Which.. was more than she would’ve liked it. 

✴: » The Pancham flailed it’s arms a bit as Arnath continued to hold it up, knowing that it was currently the topic of conversation as if trying to tell everyone around it that it was that Pancham they were talking about. It was kind of cute in its own way how it wanted such validation but it was only supplemented by Arnath keeping it in line and check. “ Yeah thank god. I was just thinking of getting him some vegetables and calling it a day but I don’t want to buy anything and have it go to waste because he wont eat it. So I wanted to see what he’d react best too. “ She’d poke its cheek as the Pancham quickly took hold of it, rubbing it against its cheek much to Arnath’s slight annoyance. She’d turn her head back up at Roxas asking if he could stick around, nodding her head. 

“ That’s fine. It was probably just going to be a boring day with me and this guy anyways. That and if you live here you can just go whenever you want to so it’s no big deal to me. Anyways, since you live here, you wouldn’t happen to know where I can get some decent vegetables or fruit around here right? “ 

“ I don’t go out here too much so quite frankly, I didn’t even know that there were houses along these parts.. not bad. If I ever get a house here I think I know where I’d want it to be. “ That is if the people in charge were ever that generous. 

Her laughter reflects upon him in the forms of a small smile. He only knows her for so long but something warm bubbles in the pits of his stomach knowing that he can manage to make her laugh, or anybody in general. To have such an effect. The one that he’s seen usually manage something like that has always been Sora, so it does quite a bit for Roxas. He’s obviously silent about it and won’t even as so little whisper anything in regards to it. He keeps a close eye on her friend in her arms. He shakes his head at its foolish and childish actions but he doesn’t judge it for it. In an oddly shaped equation he sincerely believes the Pancham is a perfect match for her. Somehow in someway. He’s still trying to figure that out, the how, it just feels like a match. “You don’t go out much huh?” He’s a bit surprised but it isn’t too far off. “To your luck I’m always wandering” he adds afterwards as if to shine some positive vibe on her current journey for food for her friend. 

“I know of a vendor in this sector that sells fruit for pretty cheap prices, the fruit is also very fresh. I usually get something from there if I want to snack on something.” On something other than ice cream that is. “It has a lot to offer” he adds when she takes notice of the living places in this sector “all you have to do is look past all the shops and bright lights.” Roxas finishes and then there he goes, pacing off. He’s pretty glad she wouldn’t be minding his company either as he didn’t and doesn’t mind hers at all. “Come on I’ll show you where the vendor is.” He offers, who knows maybe he can show her around as well if she’s open to it.