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tony hawk wishes he could get air off shakespear

Characters: Roxas and all y'all~
Setting: The third floor library.
Format: Whatever floats your boat.
Summary: There's a downside to having a bored teenager as a librarian- they're eventually going to build forts and skateboard ramps.
Warnings: XTREEM SKAETBUARDINZ!!!

The third floor library was usually quiet, sans maybe the sound of people typing on consoles, or chattering while reading books. But Roxas had been doing a lot of nothing lately, and that stagnation never lead good places for him.

So, he'd cleared out shelves of books, and built a crude hangout fort in the library, as well as making an even cruder skateboard ramp. Not his most responsible move ever, but that had always been more Olette's thing anyway.

Go ahead, ask the librarian why he's trying to kickflip off dictionaries. Question how he managed to cart enough books off to make a "usual spot". Don't expect a serious answer, though.

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The answer to at least one of those questions was probably magic. especially since hovering nearby the makeshift hangout and skateboard ramps, was Ven sitting on his hoverboard, a few books on the tail-end, as he watched the oh-so-extreme skateboardings.

"Come on! You're not moving your knees right!"

As if to prove Ven in the wrong, Roxas bent his knees more, and the board clattered off a row of Edgar Allen Poe's classics. The blonde barely managed to keep his balance, stumbling over most of the literature, but nearly slipping on a laminated book cover. He couldn't help the snark. "Yeah, that sure was helpful."

Ven, you may have a flying magic board thing, but that does not make you the skateboard king of the fandom!!!

"Why don't you try it? It's not that easy to do when you don't have magic doing propulsion for you." More of a dare than an insult, Rox collected his board and held it up with both hands at Ven.

Ven gave a laugh at Roxas' fumble. "Not like that!" He pointed out lamely, but nevertheless he was ready to accept the challenge. He hopped off the hoverboard and took the skateboard from Roxas with one arm. "Just because it's magic and can fly doesn't make it easier. You try steering yourself in three directions constantly, not just during a trick!"

Cocky little shrimp he was, Ven set the skateboard on the ground and hopped on; OK, so wheels were weirder than zero gravity, but nevertheless! He's on and rolling!

Rxas just rolled his eyes as he pulled himself up on to Ven's hoverboard, making it teeter in place for a moment before settling. "Three-dee can't be that hard." Given his awkward chuckle immediately after, Roxas probably wasn't going to be eager to try any time soon.

"Now go ahead, try the ramp." Idly, Rox picked up one of the books still on the hoverboard, linefacing at the cover, before setting it back down. "If you can actually pull off a trick, then I'll..." A pause, and he snorted. "I'll give you one of the keychains I have."

Roxas' awkward chuckle just got another laugh from Ven. He is going to take that as him being right, so take that! That incentive though? Hell yes. "Alright! You're on!" He proclaimed with a grin.

Balance was something that Ven certainly had but yeah, the wheels, took some getting used to. Still, he slid back a bit to get some distance between him ad the book ramp. He stopped his foot on the ground, turned the board around and pushed forward; when he got to the ramp, he was able to roll up it easy enough with momentum, and he was even able to flip the board to rotate under him as he jumped. However, it was when the he tried to land back on the rolling board that he failed, the board sliding awkwardly under him and he went fumbling to the ground with a thud.

Wheels were stupid.

Yeah sorry, he's just going to laugh at your buttplant, Ven.

"Okay- A for effort-" ...and then a moment to dissolve in to giggles again. "See? It's not as easy as it looks."

A more serious, less harsh pause, and he leaned forward on the board. "Which one do you want?"

Ven collected himself and sat up properly, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly while Roxas was laughing at him.

"Yeah, well it's still easier than navigating through space!" He said mostly teasingly, because ouch his prize.

He hopped back up to his feet and picked up the wheely skateboard as he went. "Surprise me!"

She's just shelved a book on magic (--tricks, to entertain at casual office parties and banquets, to quote the sleeve) with some exasperation when a blur swept past her on a board, fast enough to set motion into the ends of the ribbon tied at her throat.

She blinked, once, twice, then casually kicks a couple of the books strewn everywhere into a makeshift speedbump. She could just watch to dodge if the blur goes past again, sure, but she's still looking on this shelf, darnit. She's doing research. It's like a blue moon and everything.

He'd had several near-misses, as was normal with skateboarding on things-not-meant-to-be-skateboarded-on. A book shifting, pages slipping, and stacks falling over...it was sort of hazardous, but he'd been doing it on and off for the past week.

The blur sped past, doing a heelflip over the speedbump and continuing on like nothing happened.

Troll harder, Sayaka. He ain't stopping for something paltry like that.

...oh, now that's just a challenge. Sayaka hefts the rather large tome of completely bullshit wizard lore she was disgustedly flipping through, and sets about making a proper damned roadblock.

Sadly for Sayaka, the loop Rox is doing through the library wasn't exactly long- he managed to loop back while she was still setting up, squeaking through a hole in her bookblock's defenses and continuing on with a laugh.

He has acknowledged your effort.

He is prepared for the worst.

Bring it.

That is what she'd been in school for, right?! Practical application of...science math...gravity things...to build a better skater trap!

One pile of books she was having to lean against to keep in place later, Sayaka realized she really hadn't paid enough attention in class to do any of that fanciness. Well, time to get by on what she usually did: dumb luck and pure perseverance.

But isn't school just for doing nondescript homework and silly projects about wonders?

Not that Sayaka could have seen it, but when he saw the all-but-a-wall of literature, he almost stopped. His wheels, however, made a weird locking noise, and instead of properly coming to a hault, he barreled over the stack of books, his torso flopping over them with enough force to send him tumbling over the roadblock, on to his back.

Well played, Sayaka. Well played.

Blink.

...you know, she recognizes you! ~~Did you change your hair a little?~~ Sayaka leans over the decimated volumes that made up Bookington's Last Stand to grin at who she's pretty convinced is Ven.

"Losing your edge a little, huh?"

Asking if he's okay would be a faux pas. Of course he's fine.

Roxas actually had enough gusto for his tumble to laugh, but it wasn't a very Ven-like laugh. And while seemed pretty comfortable laying atop the ruins of Bookington, he did eventually peter his chuckles out and shrug up at Sayaka.

"I guess so. It's been a while~"

A while since he'd last had a moving obstacle course (man, he suddenly was homesick for the trolleys), but that could really mean anything.

"Oh, yeah. An age. Couple of weeks, maybe?"

..actually, there's a thought. Sayaka's had honest trouble keeping up with how long she's been here. The days blur, which was one of the most striking things of all, when before every day was a new travail...

She kicks a silly book on party tricks closed, not wanting to think about it any more.

"Actually, more like a couple months. I haven't really practiced since, uh, fall?" A rough guess, but he vaguely remembered doing something like that...around the icecream time...? Maybe? Like his memory was reliable, sheesh.

"But flattery gets you everywhere." Another chuckle as he got up, dusting his pants to get all the literature dust off.

...she freezes, looking unpleasantly surprised.

"..Months, really..? No way, I don't think I'd lose THAT much time..."

Okay, it was about when Sayaka looked like she'd just swallowed a frog that Roxas actually cued in that something was up.

"I don't think time messes up that much here, but I could be wrong." Roxas stooped down to pick up his skateboard, fixing Sayaka another, more concerned look than before. "Are you okay? You don't look so good."

"I don't know."

She flops down atop some of the ruins of Bookington, frowning.

"Maybe I should start making a record of the days. Scratch notches in my bedpost, that kind of thing."

Sensing that he had met a like soul when it came to just hanging around places, Roxas let himself flop down to sit by the wall, close enough to kick Bookington's Last Stand if he so wanted.

"I've always wrote in a journal." He frowned, and put his arms behind his head to try and half-relax. "There's some blank books around here somewhere, I'm sure they won't notice if you take one."

"..Man, I think right now, they wouldn't notice if I snuck out an armload of books." She makes a grand, sweeping gesture to the literary chaos around them.

"I might try that. Just think of it. 'Dear book, day whatever: today I thought something was following me everywhere I went, but never saw what. It's been the most pleasant day all week!'"

"I don't know...maybe I'm paranoid, but I wouldn't be surprised if they're watching us all the time."

Hold on, he has to repress a shudder. Man, maybe this isn't a good topic to be on after all.

"Wait, following you?" Hello, doesn't THAT sound familiar. "What do you mean?"

"..ugh. That just makes me wanna shiver."

Like minds?

She blinks at his surprise at the comment, tucking a bit of hair behind her hair before answering. "Well, it was just an example. Sometimes the monsters around here are prowl-y like that, anyway."

Naminé tends to spend a sizable amount of time in the library, herself. It's more or less quiet and a good place to draw or read or just... get some space, really. So she's pretty used to the place, and running across this-- whatever it is, stops her in her tracks eyes slightly wide.

"... Roxas?"

... Roxas.

You are the worst librarian

ever.

A lot of the (already sparse) nonfiction section had been converted in to the slightly-teetering "hangout", complete with Roxas' reclaimed fish blanket for a roof. While it didn't seem sturdy enough for most people to want to enter, Roxas didn't seem to mind at all, sitting on his skateboard sheepishly once he heard someone approaching. Yeah, so maybe he should have set this up in a less traveled section of the library, but damn he was bored of hiding in the dead-silent, creepier sections of the library.

"Uh, hey." ...there was really no excuse for what he was doing, was there? "I..." Eventually, he decided to at least try and explain himself, with mixed results. "...was bored?"

She looks up at the structure in question, simultaneously amused and concerned. Her eyes trail slowly down to him, expression growing inscrutable. She... shouldn't encourage this kind of thing, should she? Even if it is kind of silly ~~and endearing~~ and-- comfortingly carefree, she supposes.

"...." She regards him without a word as he attempts to explain himself. She should probably admonish him or something of the sort, right? Only-- things have been a bit rough for her, lately. Seeing something like this, though it does make her a touch worried for his chances of being crushed by books or being punished for his failure to fulfill his librarian duties, she... starts to smile. "Roxas--...." No, she can't even say it, this is just too absurd.

"Come on!" He scooted back on his board, giving Naminé room to dare to enter the fortress of tottering lit. "It's not as bad as it looks. I stacked them so the spines were alternating, at least."

The structure seemed to have its own opinion on it's own stability, and when the end of the skateboard bonked in to the back "wall", a book slipped out of place. Roxas didn't even seem to notice.

"It'll give me something to clean up later. There's not a lot to do here, honestly."

Come on? Come on wh-- oh.

Oh.

He wants her to... go in there. Into that precarious, ramshackle fortress of heavy and likely very hard books, none of which are properly secured.

Forgive her if she laughs, just a bit. But fortunately for him her self-preservatory instincts aren't quite up to par, due both to her very young age and lack of experience as well as her own tendencies and lack of self-worth. She's also not very good at telling certain people 'no', and since he's one of those people, well-- "If you say so." She'll just... try to be very careful not to hit anything as she comes over and gingerly attempts to fumble her way into the fort, as instructed.

If anything was going to cause their spindly, fragil bodies to be crushed under the weight of hundreds of years of words and paper, it would probably be the fish blanket roof- enough of a tug and it'd probably cause a domino reaction to collapse inward on their head. Nobody ever said Roxas was particularly good at building things, after all.

"See?" It was sort of snug, and there was a stack of books off to the side of the doorway, peppered with haphazardly placed string bookmarks. "I just miss the hangout back home. My friends and I had a usual sp-" Roxas paused, and gave an awkward look off to the side. "Wait. You'd already know that, huh."

Fortunately for both of their spindly, fragile bodies, Naminé didn't take up a whole lot of room in the first place, so the roof was left undisturbed. Snug or not, she didn't seem to mind as she sat down, a touch awkwardly due to space constraints and not because of psychological discomfort. That didn't really become an issue until a few seconds later, when, upon settling, she had time to glance around. It was a pretty tight spot-- but that was okay. She could get out any time, and really, she could be in a place like that with much worse a companion than him.

The girl was looking up at him when he spoke, but lowered her eyes at his last comment, uncomfortable herself. "... Mm. I would." She felt rather as though she should be apologizing.

"If you knew, then you should have visited! I bet you would have gotten along with Olette, actually." Roxas leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Well, Pence too. Hayner's the one that sort of rubs some people the wrong way."

Reminiscing didn't remain a pleasant subject for too long, though, and his smile eventually faded. "...I wonder where Axel and Xion fit in to that. You, too. I guess I'll figure it out someday."

A slightly more awkward pause, and he itched his neck. "...sorry, I always get serious around you."

Visited. It was ironic in a not at all funny way, that he should say that, when she was the one living in the real Twilight Town the whole time, and he in a digital replica. Regardless... it's true she'd been curious, sometimes, maybe wanted to go and see it-- but she didn't, couldn't, not when there were so many others things to do and to worry about. "I'm-- sorry. I'm sure you're right." Olette seemed kind and friendly enough, as did Pence.

She'd been trying to smile before, but as his smile disappeared, so did hers. She held her tongue, at that question, the answer threatening to spill off of it but kept from doing so by the agreement they'd made, that she wouldn't tell him... yet. Unable to do anything to break that pause herself, she looked back at him, expression sober until he finally spoke. "-- It's alright. It's-- not your fault."

Shion was also a librarian, though he usually got distracted reading and forgot to actually put the books away. It was a job he struggled with, since the large piles of books were heavy, and difficult for Shion to manage.

As he turned into a new area of the library he blinked at the sight before him. He stood and blinked for a few moments, "Hello?"

...well, whoops.

Roxas froze, turning slowly and awkwardly, letting his skateboard trail off without him. He'd seen the white-haired guy around the library more than most people, and had eventually realized, duh, he must have also been a librarian. But Roxas had figured they would probably have different hours or something.

"Uh..." He looked around at the mess of books, itching the back of his head. "I'll...I can clean it up."

Shion nodded, "Oh... I can help you." No one ever came to check they were working but in case they did, he didn't want the other boy to get into trouble.

"What were you doing?"

"...goofing off." Roxas gave a stray glance over the mess, rubbing the back of his head. "I thought I'd been here long enough to be over the home sickness part, but I guess not."

He dropped his hand, and gave Shion a smile. "I'd appreciate the help though. My name's Roxas."

"I know," Shion smiled and then paused, "I mean... I asked around, and found out." He smiled, "I never thanked you... for saving me I mean." He smiled again, it had been confusing so he thought Roxus might not remember but he could never forgot the boy with the key like sword who saved him from the bees.

Even if Shion had died later that same battle it was a debt he did not know how to repay.

[Sometimes, it sucks not having your sight.

Like today.

What should be a quite spot is not... not so quiet. Ventus will just lineface every time he comes across a book out of place or something and actually scowl when he hears Roxas go past on the skateboard.

What the hell? This is a library, right?] ..... Uh.

[It took several passbys for Roxas to even realize that something was odd. Sometimes, he'd find a book placed back where it went, and others the books would be cleared out of the path he'd laid. Eventually, he actually stopped zipping around, and decided to seek the source- about the only thing more intriguing than skateboarding was a Mysterious Thing.

He was, however, not expecting the older Ven, and actually nearly dropped his skateboard when he saw the other blonde.]

Wh- uh!

[Okay well then this was. This was, what was this?]

Um, he...hello?

[Neatly cleared out of the way, at that.

Ventus gave a level 'look' at the other. small frown. Was this the younger him? No, that couldn't be right, the walking was different for one. And the voice...] Hello.

[Headtilt. Who are you person who sounds him and Ven but doesn't walk like younger him.]

[...He may find that someone might have removed a book or two from that ramp the next time he tries on of his tricks.

That someone is also maybe kind of linefacing as he watches from the shadows, because skateboarding? In the library? Really, Roxas...]

[~~haters to the left, 'ku~~

If he was expecting a spectacular fall, he may be slightly disappointed- Roxas could feel the uneven surface pretty quickly, and managed to stop himself in time before he went careening in to one of the empty bookshelves. Of course, he did have to fall backwards on his ass to do so, but a sore tailbone was a small price to pay for not plowing in to a wall.]

[He didn't really; he isn't that petty and he knows that, Sora's Nobody or not, Roxas is far less clumsy than his best friend. The actually event suits his intentions just fine in fact and so Roxas might find a tall shadow falling over him, as Riku frowns down at his form.]

You should be more careful.

[~~Will he ever admit to his own hand in this? ......Unlikely.~~]

Somehow, I get the feeling that that's not how you're supposed to use books.

[Terra may be serious, but he's not without humor like his Master was. he's watching from a comfortable distance, hands on his hips, but grinning slightly and with an unmistakable hint of both admiration and desire to jump in and try it himself.]

You're pretty good at that.

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tony hawk wishes he could get air off shakespear

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BEST PART OF BACKTAGGING doing it to cause mood whiplash

ow my neck

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and some mood whiplash for youuuuuuuuuuu

sayaka is the master of mood whiplash!!

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nams is impervious to mood whiplash

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

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