towerofanimus | i'm on fire, i feel it everywhere

Characters: Terra and YOU!
Setting: Floor 25 - MEADOW!
Format: Action preferred, but I'll follow you!
Summary: Terra is training to distract himself from his thoughts. BOTHER HIM. Receive big bro. ???? PROFIT!
Warnings: Xehanort will be in this. WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED.

[the meadow just might be Terra's favorite place here, so far. it's quiet, peaceful. lots of room to spread out, especially for training. something that, even after all he'd been through, is still usually the first thing on his mind.

it was strange, at first, to figure out how to adjust his usual routine now that he's bereft of his Keyblade. but he adjusted. Terra's not the type to let himself get out of shape (read: not exercise for just one day) just because he's missing the most important component of combat: his weapon.

the many flights of stairs in the Tower are useful, but he still likes to go through the motions of having a Keyblade in his hand, even if it's not anything like actually doing so, for fear he ever forgets the motions. to anyone who didn't know better, he looks like a clumsy fool attempting martial arts without a teacher.

training also enables Terra to lose himself in the physical, which is extremely good at pushing out unwanted thinking. he doesn't want to think about what had happened before he got here, his unknown fate if he was still back in his own universe, friends he'd met here who weren't his friends, rumors of enemies who'd come before him...

okay, so maybe training isn't THAT effective at keeping him from thinking. his movements are getting more erratic, more emotional, more angry.

...well, it's certainly good for stress relief, anyway.]

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[He doesn't care much for the meadow, but this time as he passes by he feels something familiar.

Something very familiar.

Something angry and dark that resonates with him in that oh-so-specific way...

He's here.

He turns on his heel and heads towards that feeling, striding through the meadow, eyes scanning for the young man he knows all too well...]

[Terra isn't the only one thinking about training. Ever since her defeat, it's all that's been on Aqua's mind. She's still too inexperienced. She needs to become stronger, in mind and body. If she ever plans to defeat Xehanort, she can't lose control of herself again.

It's tempting to wear something that covers her new scars, but they're placed in such a way that she'd sacrifice both comfort and valuable depth perception by doing so. She wonders if that was purposeful -- if the person who scarred her Master did it with that intention, as well.

Her first thought is the twentieth floor, since she's so used to magic lessons and the like on that floor. But it's only the size of the Tower, as absurd as that is to say. Some of the floors are much larger than the actual structure of the building, and Aqua doesn't want to have to hold back. So, she ends up on the meadow floor. It's surprising that she wasn't the only one that had hopped this train of thought, though.

Naturally, she's pretty conflicted about seeing Terra. It isn't quite as embarrassing to think of him seeing her failure, but she's not exactly keen on the idea, either. So Aqua stands quietly for quite a while without alerting him to her presence.

Eventually, though, the fondness born from absence wins out, and she quietly calls out:] Hey.

--ah.

[ it's quiet--he is quiet, walking into the meadow. he'd only taken a few steps in, eyes on the bow in his hands rather than the occupied space before him. he's not sure if he should back out now--it is fairly large, there would be more than enough space for both of them, but it seems distinctly rude to not, at least, ask first. and perhaps this training is personal... he sees the strength of emotion and for a moment, the smallest flicker of his past darkness flickers. as a paladin, full of holy light, it's quickly covered up and he steps forward once more, getting over his surprise. ]

I am sorry to disturb you.

[ he inclines his head in modest greeting. ]

[The meadow seems to be nearly everyone's favorite place - or, at the very least, it's certainly Zelda's. It reminds her so much of Hyrule's open fields...
Which is why the Heroine of Time has found herself here again; and she can't help watching him train for just a moment or so, before speaking up.]

... Training is much more effective if you have something to simulate the weight of your weapon, you know.

_{[Mitakihara had parks, but never anything like this - plantlife was always carefully tamed and groomed, just like rest of the city's immaculate design. Sayaka had never traveled much, either - so it's interesting to actually growth thick enough to struggle through, or to be able to puzzle over wild patches of wildflowers.

The sharp swishes of something being energetically cut through the air draws her from trying to figure out the identity of so-and-so flower, and towards Terra. After watching him for a bit, she looks down at her own hands, wondering if that's how you're really supposed to swing a sword - or if he's just messing around. Either could be valid.]}

i'm on fire, i feel it everywhere

there is no profit to be found anywhere here. DISCLAIMER: I'M SO SORRY ;_;

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