okay kids take out your #2 pencils and magic wands

[prayerless]

Characters: [OU] Aqua and you!
Setting: Floor 20, throughout the week
Format: Starting action, but I'll match!
Summary: After a handwaved 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.]

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[lethechained]

[Naminé... has always had her reasons to hesitate to strengthen her abilities. She's already abused them once. Unwillingly though it was, she still feared and that some day, such a thing would happen again, that some day she'd be too weak to stop.]

[That day came. That day came, and she had been able to do nothing. It wasn't even a matter of caving in to demands on her part, this time - it was something forced upon her despite her utmost effort. There was only one other thing she could have done, but in failing that, she supposes, she could be called weak.]

[But it isn't just that. It's the other things that had happened, too, all of the messes and reminders of the suffering her power could cause. She hesitated for a long time about doing this, about learning even more magic. This, after all, is a different sort... but more than that, she knows much too well that if she can't protect herself, others might suffer to do so themselves. And if, perhaps, Aqua can teach her better control, that might apply to Naminé's own unique abilities, and maybe next time--]

[Well... she hopes there won't be a next time.]

[Naminé steps down the stairs to the twentieth floor, expression grim.]