towerofanimus | being incomplete makes you a little catatonic, sometimes

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being incomplete makes you a little catatonic, sometimes

characters: Roxas and open to passerbys.
setting: Room 1-16.
format: Either or~
summary: A lot of the time, Roxas took naps. Other times, he slept for days on end.
warnings: If you successfully wake him up, you might win an elbow to the face!

Roxas was always a bit of a dozy guy. Sure, he had his passionate, active side, but if he was left to idle too long...he'd probably fall asleep. It was something his friends had teased him about relentlessly, and he had just sort of accepted it as one of his quirks.

But, sleeping for a week? That was a bit ridiculous. His room mates probably would have noticed first that he hadn't gotten out of bed, but it wasn't like he was ill or anything. Just slumbering.

Maybe too much.

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Of course your roommate noticed.

Roxas, you and your sleeping was really being a problem. And for someone who was asleep for ten years, a week is certainly enough.

So, the blond got a good grip on Roxas' blanket, tugged a bit (the blue Unversed watching twitchily from his shoulder), and then yanked the fabric right off him in an attempt to wake him up. Come on, this guy couldn't be THAT heavy of a sleeper!!

Oh no, not his blanket!

Aside from maybe a little shifting, and curling up more than he'd been before, Roxas didn't budge though. Challenge accepted, Ven.

Hearing that Roxas wouldn't remember her was hard. Enough that her searches for him had been half-hearted at best. They'd... the last thing they'd done was sit together at the clock tower, and now... now he wouldn't even know her.

In the end though, she couldn't stay away, not completely. He was her friend - the memories, her own memories, would always be there to remind her of that. Even if they didn't speak, even if he didn't really see her... she had to know he was okay.

She'd finally found him just the other day since their door was open, asleep. A second visit yesterday had showed him still asleep. And again earlier today... By that point, she'd started to get a bit of a picture what might be going on. It'd happened before, after all.

After a moment's thought, she'd run back to her room, grabbed something from her trunk, and come back. Looking left and right nervously for its other occupants, she walked over to his bed, that same something in hand. It'd been a while since she'd last had to do this...

Once she got close enough, she opened her hand, dropping the seashell next to his pillow. It was one of the ones he'd given her - a blue spiral shell - since the Tower didn't have a beach of its own, and she hadn't realized she could get some from the aquarium yet.

"I tried cooking lunch for myself today in the kitchen. Just a sandwich," she laughed a little at the thought of her earlier attempt, "It didn't turn out that bad. After that I went and sat on floor 20... it's probably the closest thing we have here to the clock tower."

She paused, looking down and sighing, "I sorry..." You probably don't remember what I'm talking about. I don't even know why I'm doing this. But... "I hope you wake up soon."

Edited (retcon due to backtags revealing she was informed Roxas wouldn't remember... orz) 2012-02-19 09:37 (UTC)

Rrrrr. Ven angrily frowned when his efforts came to nothing. He tossed the blanket before him and defaulted to the most basic attempts; he grabbed one of Roxas' shoulders with one hand and start shaking him.

"Come on, wake up!" He shook him steadily at first, before slowly shaking him more and more violently. ~~Facetwin if you can't handle it, you're a wimp.~~

Want some awkward, Ven? Rox just kinda flopped when you shook him! He was rather sleeping like a rock-noodle combo, or he was just that good at dying without dying.

He did sort of eyelid flutter, but only briefly. C'mon, you can do it!

It wasn't much, or nearly enough, considering what Xion deserved- but the blonde's lids fluttered, and for a moment it seemed like he might wake up right then and there.

But, in the end, he slipped back in to slumber, mouth quirked a little more pleasantly. In the back of his mind, he just felt...something familiar, and that was enough.

He'd probably wake up soon.

Nope nope, he saw that flutter! Just barely, but he saw it!

This obviously called for drastic measures. Ven hopped back, summoned up his keyblade, and cast a Thunder spell. This was serious business.

Meanwhile the Unversed was climbing all over the bed. It would've been bothering Roxas, but they didn't typically take kindly to electricity.

Xion had been about to turn and leave when she noticed him stir. Instead, she paused, staring. It was more reaction than she could remember any of her previous visits getting, even back all those months ago.

"Roxas?" she asked quietly, feeling hopeful but unsure. Was he waking up? And if he was, should she stay or leave...?

Okay, the sound of the Thunder spell probably would have startled him awake, but the zap resulted in Roxas, quite literally, jolting awake. ~~Badumtsssh~~

"-WHOA!" ...and falling off the other side of his bed, tangled sheets flying with him. He had to tug and pull at the blanket for a few seconds before giving up, and peering at Ven with a deadpan over the side of the bed.

"...some alarm clock you are."

It was a more luxurious waking than he'd gotten before, that was for sure. It only took a few more flutters, a blink, and a rub of his eyes for him to heave a sigh and try to push himself up. He got as far as leaning on his elbows before vertigo hit, and he just let himself flop back down. Ughhhhh.

Still, he had a feeling someone was in the room...even if his gut seemed confused about it. Was it Nams? Roxas peeled his eyes back open once the dizzy spell passed, and turned to finally spot the black-haired girl at the door. That prompted a more successful sitting up, even if he had to lean his back against the pillow for support.

"Uh, hello." ...who the heck was she?

He was awake. Roxas was awake, and she hadn't decided yet what to do. She just stares as he pushes himself upright, torn between stepping forward and making sure he was alright and fleeing before he could notice her.

... Except it was a little late for that now.

"Hey," she said, automatically, though inside her her thoughts are racing. There was a sinking feeling in her gut. She didn't see any recognition in his face, and his greeting had been almost... surprised. Naminé was right, wasn't she?

"You..." She started, then stopped, taking a deep breath. She could do this. "You don't know who I am, do you?"

If it had been a few months ago, he would have instantly said no and been suspicious. However, with how things stood now...

"You're not looking for Ven, right?" That happened more often than not. "But, no. I don't...think so." He already knew he was forgetting stuff, so assuming she wasn't mistaking him for his friendship freak of a facetwin, this was another notch in that belt.

She looked down and shook her head in response to his question, letting out a quiet laugh wasn't really a laugh at all. "No. No I'm not."

He didn't know her. He didn't remember. Some part of her knew there was probably a perfectly rational reason for this. Maybe he was from the past, back when he was a Somebody. Or maybe it was that thing she'd wondered about when she couldn't stop herself...

But none of it stopped this whole situation from hurting. She could remember for both of them, she knew. They could find some sort of connection again, if the fact that she remembered him so much didn't freak him out or anything. And she probably wasn't helping with her reactions right now. She hadn't expected him to wake up. She hadn't realized just how much she was not ready to handle this.

"I'm sorry... I should go." She turned to leave.

"Wait!" He wasn't the brightest bulb, and he wasn't quick by any means either, but something was seriously nettling him about this. He stumbled out of bed awkwardly, and stopped halfway there when something occurred to him.

Naminé had told him he was forgetting things, and people.
That guy who had been looking for him so much- he had a cloak on.
One just like this girl's.

"I'm supposed to know you, aren't I? But I don't." He meant to speak up, but it came out soft and a bit ashamed. "Are you with that other guy? Axel." He looked down for a sec, before realizing how that could be taken, and looked at her again, with his palms up. "Not that he's here now- he was. Briefly, but. You..." He dropped his arms. "You both asked if I knew you. And you're wearing the same thing."

Luckily, for the moment, Roxas decided to ignore that the cloaks were sort of associated with 'people trying to kidnap me'.

Hah, success! The deadpan did not affect him, and Ven simply dismissed his keyblade and grinned triumphantly.

"Serves you right! You've been asleep for like a week!" But he did at least walk over to the bed and put one knee on it to reach over and extend a hand out to help Roxsa back up.

His call made her freeze, hand on the doorframe into the hallway.

She didn't - couldn't - look at him, as he spoke. She was already fighting the urge to just keep running. As he keeps speaking, the urge dies down, very slightly, though she doesn't feel any less tense. Naminé had already told her that Axel had come and gone, though she noted that Roxas doesn't seem to remember him either or the Organization, or anything, though whether that makes her feel better or worse, she's not sure.

She still couldn't face him, though she did turn her head so she could see him out of the corner of her eye. Her gaze quickly redirected itself to the floor, and she gave a tiny nod.

The hand was accepted while flourishing the blanket, so Roxas ended up standing up and Ven ended up with the sheet on his head instead. Rox grinned until the whole 'week' thing hit him, at least.

"That long?" His eyebrow went up, but he didn't sound surprised. "Sorry about that. I kinda do that sometimes..."

It'd sure explain why his tummy was grumbling.

"--Hey!" Ven flailed a bit onto the bed when the sheet ended up on his head. He struggled a bit before ripping it off his head, glaring at Roxas for a moment before it quickly turned into laughter as he threw the balled up sheets at the other blond.

"Don't worry about it. It's better than you being dead, and you're not this time, obviously," He said. A beat for a moment, before he spoke again. "You hungry?"

It took him a moment to accept that slight nod as a reaction, but when he finally did...

"I'm sorry I don't remember. I really am."

Months back, Nams had offered to help him remember. He'd been scared and had backed out. Now, however...he had to. She wasn't even facing him, this wasn't about his comfort anymore.

"I'm going to try. Please be patient with me, okay?"

Roxas managed to haphazardly catch the sheet, though he reeled back as if he was expecting it to be heavier. Glancing down at it, he chuckled at his grumbly belly, and rolled his eyes in Ven's direction. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you?" Get it, live? Get it??????

The blanket was ditched on his bed as Rox walked around to his trunk, kneeling and rifting around in it. "When did it get so cold?" Hopefully his blanket would still be in there, though it didn't seem to be. Frowning, he started piling out all his belongings, including the bulky organization cloak he'd paid no mind, not even noticing as two keychains almost fell out of the pocket from the rough treatment. His fish blanket was that important.

"Where's my blanket? Did someone borrow it...?"

"Nope," Ven said with a slightly mischievous grin, sitting on the bed and watching Roxas go towards his trunk, giving a bit of a shrug. "The temperature's been getting pretty cold lately. I guess it's winter wherever this place is?"

He watched blankly as Roxas rooted through the trunk and started pulling stuff out (he had no idea Roxas even had a fish blanket); he was about to offer to help him, when he caught a glimpse of some keychains peaking out of the pocket of that black cloak.

"--Hey!" He grinned and hopped off the bed, almost catching the black cloak in mid-air as Roxas tossed it aside. He carefully picked out the keychains from the pocket (he was kind of cautious since it...wasn't his coat), looking at them with interest. "You have other keychains?!"

"Winter?" He almost seemed surprised, but the keychain thing threw him off his response. Roxas left the empty trunk be, getting up and walking over to peer at the keychains. "I guess so? I don't remember having them." But seriously, when did he remember things? He was going to have to start tying strings on his fingers again. "Then again, I don't remember having that coat, either. Maybe it was someone else's, who knows." And a shrug.

"No no, they're for you're keyblade!" He will remember forever. Forever. ~~Until he gets memorywiped again.~~

"Look--" Ven set the keychains and the coat back on the ground and ran over to his own trunk. He opened it and rooted through for a moment, before turning back around, dangling a handful of keychains from each hand.

"See, I've got a bunch of them. They change the appearance and power of your keyblade."

"Really?" Roxas leaned over, grasping Oathkeeper out of the pocket and eyeing it curiously. It seemed familiar, sure, but hell if he could place why. He plopped backwards back on to his bed, calling out Kingdom Key and staring at it, the keychain, then the keyblade.

"...where's it go? Here?" The crown keychain was unclipped, and Oathkeeper applied, which resulted in the usual appearance change...and Roxas dropping it, startled.

Ven let out a small chuckle when Roxas fumbled the keyblade. "Yeah, just like that."

He most of the keychains back in his trunk except for one; a red and orange one, that resembled fire. He summoned his own Wayward Wind to his hand, unclipped the emblem keychain and clipped on the red one, changing it's appearance to Frolic Flame. "See? All Keyblades can do it."

"Thanks for the warning, geez!" He could laugh at his own jumpiness though, and leaned down to pick up the dropped Keyblade. ~~Hopefully he had a good insurance policy, with how often he tossed and dropped the damn thing.~~

"Why? I mean, aren't they strong enough to begin with?" He fussed with the new keychain for a bit, before peering at Frolic. That sure did look... "Where do you get them from?"

"Come on, this is like Keyblade 101 here!" He teased, given his keyblade a spin around on the back of his hand before grasping it his hand again.

"We collect them from other worlds and get them from friends and stuff. A Keyblade is strong on its own, but a keychain can augment certain abilities and change its properties;" He aim Frolic Flame at the opposite wall away from Roxas, releasing an powerful burst of fire. "Like this one makes fire and magic stronger."

"Hey, I didn't even get to be taught about this stuff, I just woke up with it!" For how hmph-y that sounded, he was still joking around. It wasn't like it was Ven's fault.

"Other worlds, and your friends?" Call him crazy, but he's still a little weary of the concept of other worlds. Not disbelieving, but after being here, he has a feeling other worlds are pretty horrible. At least in respect to Twilight Town. "So...did you get that one from a hothead?" Roxas laughed, but he did have a weird sort of...thought dwelling at the back of his head.

"Real Keyblade Masters just know this kind of stuff," He added like the lying liar he was pretending to be. He sure could remember some times when he had hardly any idea what he was doing, that's for sure.

And Ven let out a chuckle. "Well, he did have some fiery red hair. He was a guy I met at this place called Radiant Garden. Said he wanted everyone to remember him, so we had a fight so I wouldn't forget," He explained, adding another chuckle on the end. "So yeah, kind of a hot head."

"...remember him, huh." Well, even with how infrequently he'd seen that redheaded weirdo (twice? maybe three times?), that description was sort of hard to ignore- except the Radiant Garden part.

"I think I know who you're talking about." It was probably a bad thing to bring up, considering the last time he'd mentioned similarities in his and Ven's lives, but... "He had these wheels he fought with, right? And his hair was really spiky."

Her nod had been in response to him asking if she was with Axel, because... for the other question...

"It's okay," she bit her lip, smiling weakly, "It's... It was supposed to happen. I... I don't know why you don't remember everything else, but..." You were supposed to forget me.

It's just a lot harder for her to deal with than she'd expected. She remembered what Naminé had said, about them hopefully being able to still have the bonds they'd shared, or rebuild them, maybe. This was probably the place to start, painful as it was....

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being incomplete makes you a little catatonic, sometimes

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there is going to be so much of this icon

I am sorry for the tl;dr //and then was sorry again for the edit

what a bum

i am also a bum since its been 10 days

it's okay, i'm late anyway sob

way to go

|D It's okay

shut up

okay muse is finally actually B A C K

Yaaaaaay! :D

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Late party all up in here too orz Also tiny sort-of retconish thing