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towerofanimus2012-05-26 01:22 am
prayerless) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-26 01:22 am
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okay kids take out your #2 pencils and magic wands
Characters: [OU] Aqua and you!
Setting: Floor 20, throughout the week
Format: Starting action, but I'll match!
Summary: After ahandwaved voice-only announcement on the network, Aqua finally takes on her apprentices. Keyblade training and magic lessons within! Feel free to just stumble upon her if you are not involved in either class.
Warnings: None, will edit if necessary.
[Getting over the shame of her defeat had been a process. She hadn't even wanted to face her friends, much less the people that trusted her to teach them. She'd been working with some of the magic students on and off as the miseries in the Tower allowed, but after the conflict with Xehanort, all training had been postponed until she could reassemble the pieces of her shattered dignity.
But, it's time for her to own up to her responsibilities again and face all of her pupils, even if she doesn't want them to see the scars that now adorn her face. She's trying to wear them as a sign of her survival. Not as a mark of shame.
Keyword being "trying".
Aqua waits on the open-air twentieth floor, her beginner's aides for magic set up around her and her Keyblade at her side. Hopefully there was still interest in what she had to offer. The least she could do was pass on her knowledge, if she herself wasn't going to use it wisely.]
Setting: Floor 20, throughout the week
Format: Starting action, but I'll match!
Summary: After a
Warnings: None, will edit if necessary.
[Getting over the shame of her defeat had been a process. She hadn't even wanted to face her friends, much less the people that trusted her to teach them. She'd been working with some of the magic students on and off as the miseries in the Tower allowed, but after the conflict with Xehanort, all training had been postponed until she could reassemble the pieces of her shattered dignity.
But, it's time for her to own up to her responsibilities again and face all of her pupils, even if she doesn't want them to see the scars that now adorn her face. She's trying to wear them as a sign of her survival. Not as a mark of shame.
Keyword being "trying".
Aqua waits on the open-air twentieth floor, her beginner's aides for magic set up around her and her Keyblade at her side. Hopefully there was still interest in what she had to offer. The least she could do was pass on her knowledge, if she herself wasn't going to use it wisely.]
they're going to get in trouble if they mess shit up
Of all people to see her like this, it just had to be him.]
At least I don't hide behind anything. I'm not a coward.
[Impracticality aside, she could have worn her helmet all the time if she'd really wanted to. But that would have been even more shameful than having her mistake on display.]
they'll just have to mess each other up, then.
[A scoff-- then a thought. Struck with realization; and a growing, malicious sense of retribution. He never really needed to dig deep when it came to Aqua, no.]
[All he ever needed to scare her, hurt her-- anger her. He's always had it right on his person. His words, Ventus' practice blade. He still has one, even now the ace up his sleeve.]
[There's no words, no warning. His free hand reaches up and pulls the mask away, flinging it to the side. He just grins at her. Who needs words?]
[All he has to do, is smile.]