towerofanimus | stranger i've known you for so long

Characters: Terra AND YOU!
Setting: cafeteria OR graveyard OR workshop
Format: action preferred but I'll follow you!
Summary: Terra tinkering or Terra cooking or Terra mourning
Warnings: horror and sadness or just dorkery?

[CAFETERIA - November 8th]

[once upon a happier time, it had been Terra's job to cook for his small family back home. now that there are halfway decent ingredients, he's trying to make something more appetizing than just that horrid oatmeal. as much as he'd like some hot bread, baking had been Aqua's chore, and he doesn't want to trust any appliance in this place that he's not comfortable with.

he works at making a healthy and delicious salmon dish in a sweet and sour sauce, with vegetables and almonds steamed in lemon juice and a bit of mashed potatoes with garlic to finish.

you want some? he's more than happy to make you a plate!]

[WORKSHOP - November 9th]

[being safe with dangerous wood-cutting tools is difficult when there are no instructions or safety equipment. Terra's doing his best to be cautious with the huge pieces of wood he's working with, cutting machinery screaming away...

it's just a huge, thick piece of wood. one end is already sanded down, clearly finished (as best as he could manage). he's working on the other end, trying to make a handle. he's not particularly worried about making a clean job of it, considering he doesn't know what he's doing - he seems to be more worried about the weight and balance, picking the piece up from machinery often to test just that.

a bit obvious what he's trying to make a substitute for.]

[GRAVEYARD - November 10th]

[he'd heard about it. and avoided it as long as he could bear to.

but now he's here. and he wishes he could have resisted a little longer. or forever.

Terra's sitting as one would for training; on his knees, head bowed. he's not moving. just silent in front of several graves, two reading the name of his best friend: Aqua. one for his little brother, Ventus. the other...his Master. Eraqus.

his hands lay useless and motionless in his lap. his posture is not straight and disciplined as it would normally be, but bent and defeated. if you look at his face, there are tears.]

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[He'd seen a number of familiar names as he wandered the graveyard in almost a daze. Thankfully, they were few and far between, but there had been multiples of them.

Roxas. Kairi. Axel. He had even seen Xion's name on one of the markers, and could take a guess as to which one the stone had belonged to. He'd felt numb, seeing the confirmation that these people had been here and since left the tower, but had moved on.

He sees a very familiar figure kneeling in front of a small group of stones, and feels something inside him twist. Did he want to know whose names were on those markers? With who was kneeling in front of them was any indication, he could hazard a guess.

The only indication of his approach is the sound of footfalls in the dirt. But once he's close enough to read the names, he stops cold.

He had been expecting Ventus and Aqua; he hadn't seen either of them since that body swapping mess. But the final name is what saps all the color out of him.

He's... quiet when he finally speaks up, and it feels like a struggle to get the words out] I didn't know... that the Master was here before.

[Why? Why did he have to find out like this?]

[for a long while, the only indication that Terra heard was that his head lifted a fraction. otherwise, it took him some time to speak, his voice low, quiet, too even.]

It was the last time I was here. Towards the end.

[he looks up at that infuriatingly fake sky, hating it.]

I thought the Tower was playing tricks. I didn't believe he was real.

[his voice quavers for the first time:] Only now do I know that I was wrong. Again.

[There's a prolonged silence from his end, and he finds himself almost grateful that he's still out of sight, lest the look of grief mixed with regret would be seen.

His own tone wavers slightly as he finds himself unable to ask the entire question.] ... how long...?

[How long ago was that? Was it before he arrived? It had only been a few months, and in that time he hadn't sensed the presence of Eraqus even once.]

[a mirthless chuckle.]

I have no idea. Months. No one knows for sure how long I was gone. It happens too often here for people to pay close attention, I guess.

[Kankuro's already developed an affection for the workshop, and it's his time to head there and tinker for the day -- but he pauses when he enters, seeing it already occupied.

It's someone he doesn't know, and so he holds onto a natural level of caution as he approaches, keeping his stance casual but a hand near the puppet scroll tucked into his sash. He's up for a chat with a fellow wood-worker -- though something of an amateur by the look of it -- but also aware that there are some real psychos in the tower.

This guy doesn't look like one, though...]

Making yourself a little something, huh? That's an odd-looking sword if I've ever seen one.

[His tone is friendly rather than mocking, just making conversation.]

[startled from his focus, Terra's head snaps up.]

Making it not very well, if that's what you mean. It won't be much of a sword, at this rate.

[he grins a little at the stranger, but feels no need to explain what he's really making.]

[Kankuro's stance is friendly and casual as he strolls in, not too close, and starts digging through for some tools of his own.]

You like a little assistance with that? Woodworking's a bit of a profession of mine.

[ There is an evil king passing by the workshop today. He does not pay much attention to the people working in, although he does spot Terra and this young man looks awfully familiar... Yet Ganondorf is pretty sure to never have spoken with him before.

He observes a bit as he works, thinking... Yes, yes of course! He remembers now-- Xigbar was looking at a painting depicting this young man in the art gallery the first time they met. Except on the painting Terra's hairs were silver, his eyes golden and his skin much darker. Interesting .

So Ganondorf would observe some more as Terra was working with the pieces of wood. ]

[Terra continues to focus and work on his clumsy replica weapon for a while, before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. even if it's looking more and more like some kind of over-large sword, he's clearly not pleased with his progress.

wiping sawdust off his hands, Terra finally looks up...and sees the stranger. he looks surprised, and is admittedly a little alarmed that the other has been sitting there watching him for who knows how long. as he looks at the man he starts getting the feeling of Darkness from him. Terra narrows his eyes, but isn't totally perturbed.]

...I'm not very good, I know.

[ Ganondorf keeps overseeing for a little while, until Terra spots him and speak. About time he did, Ganondorf smiles at his words and nods slowly. Definitely an air of familiarity... With a certain someone. ]

It's fine boy. I shall be honest, your performance with these tools is not what led me to observe... Have we not met before?

stranger i've known you for so long

GRAVEYARD

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