towerofanimus | Boys will be boys, right?

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Boys will be boys, right?

Characters: Roxas [OU] and anyone
Setting: Graveyard and Cafeteria ( possibly in the hallways if someone wants )
Format: Starting in action spam, but I'll match
Summary: Roxas arrives and things aren't to his liking.
Warnings: Derpy kid and some minor breaking of things.

Graveyard

[ if he had known what this place is and what it's meant for, there might be some dim irony. a Nobody in a place for the dead, someone that doesn't even exist lingering amongst empty tombs. this honestly isn't the most ideal of situations. Roxas had been on his way back to keep a promise. now he's stuck in some place that he can't get out of. he's tried. OH MAN has he tried.

but he can't get anywhere. can't leave. that, along with everything else, just puts him right back in a bad mood. so what does he do? he takes his frustration out on his surroundings. just repeatedly beating one of his Keyblades against the wall of a mausoleum.

after a while Roxas throws the Keyblade down and starts to struggle with trying to get that collar off. ]

Cafeteria - later

[ when Roxas finds the cafeteria, he just kind of sits there. unsure about what to do. his mental state is simply drained. kid can't process this much going on in one day, right? heck, Roxas isn't even sure what this place IS. but don't mind him. he is just watching the people around him. it looks like a place to eat...

cue zombie mode. ]

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[...Yeah, that's definitely not XIII. Still, the way he's struggling and trying to beat things to a pulp definitely isn't healthy. So, for better or worse, here comes a Riku with a Keyblade. There's also a colorful dragon Dream Eater trailing him.]

What's got you so riled up?

[ he's startled by the voice, head jerking up. the thing following after the stranger isn't a Heartless. not a Nobody either. but his eyes do fall on that Keyblade... it makes him suspicious, but at least he isn't attacking. yet. ]

Where is this place...

It's just called the Tower.

[He shrugs. Really, it's best to just roll with it.

Also, that dragon is making a little squeaky sound before inching closer to Roxas, getting up on its hind legs, and cocking its head to the side. Hello, stranger!]

How do I leave? Nothing I try works.

[ his fist clenches. then relaxes. it's like a nervous tick. the wrong answer could send Roxas into a little bit of a fit.

well. sort of. that THING is coming closer. not... really helping matters. ]

Hate to break it to you, but there's no way out. Not by choice, anyway.

[...So tense, mister Roxas. Riku's maintaining his composure, at least.]

[ see though... now that fist is shaking just a tad. his Keyblade returns to said hand and he grips it tight. ]

But I've got to get back!

And you're not the only one. A lot of us have unfinished business.

[He shakes his head.]

But your best bet's to adapt.

[Well... wouldn't you know someone actually frequents the Graveyard floor herself. She has a shell in hand, ready to leave it at the usual grave. She even had a little extra time today so she might sit there for a bit and talk a little, before it got too cold and she went back inside.

Of course, this is all before the sounds of someone taking out their rage on some of the objects in the graveyard distracts her.

Her eyes are huge. No way... She might've thought it was Ven, except... that coat. Her voice is shaky.]

Roxas?

[ those hands immediately drop from that collar. he knows that voice. Roxas knows that voice. a face flashes in his mind's eye with it and he looks over, seeing they very person he had made an important promise to. some of his memories are still shot. even her name is a blank.

but that doesn't matter. it doesn't matter at all because Roxas is rushing after his friend. one of his best friends. and he isn't going to stop until he can grasp at her hand. ]

You're... You're okay!

[He knows her. He knows her. It's such a sharp contrast to the last time he'd been here, where he hadn't, where he'd even avoided her and she'd let him and then he'd left before she could fix things and- Only now he knows her.

She'd missed her best friend so much.

She draws a deep, even shakier breath. There's a pressure at her eyes, and she doesn't resist at all as he grabs her hand. He's solid. He's real. This isn't a dream or something that the Tower had done to fool her. He was really here he was really back-

And then she does something that may surprise him. She doesn't- doesn't want to pull her hand free. So she flings her free arm around him and pulls him tightly into a hug, if he'll let her. It isn't something she might've done when she'd first arrived but after months in the Tower she's grown used to the idea of hugging people for comfort, and right now it's a comfort to cling to her best friend - awkward as the position sort of is - and let that pressure force its way past her eyes]

Roxas... y-you're here... you're really here!

[It's another kid in one of those coats - given that his last few encounters with those haven't exactly gone well and this one's already throwing some kind of weapon around...

That's when the kid throws down his weapon and starts twisting at his collar.]

Unless you're trying to choke yourself, you should probably leave that alone.

[Damnit, he'd just come to leave a few flowers, not deal with another crazy newcomer.]

[ oh... she looks so sad. why does she looks so sad? that's why people cry, right? because she looks like she could cry.

but then Roxas is trapped in a hug. who is he to try to escape? forget how awkward it is, he is doing his best to return that embrace. Roxas doesn't share the doubts about her being real. the only thing is... her name is still scratching at the back of his mind. on the tip of his tongue.

maybe he can worry about that later. right now? he's just happy to have her here. it's not Twilight Town. it's not with the Organization either.

should Roxas be happy with that? since, well. he is. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I'm here. But why are you crying?

[Axel has only recently discovered the graveyard. A few days ago during his usual curious wandering he'd stumbled upon it... and somehow found himself uncomfortable in his own skin. Just a little, just a touch-- But that can't compare to what he swears he feels when he walks along the rows of fallen gravestones and open tombs today and happens upon one in particular, one which managed to escape his attention the last time he walked here.

... His body freezes.]

Roxas?

[It's whispered, breathed out as he stands before the grave with his best friend's named carved upon the cracked stone. Why does that... scare him? The last time he'd seen Roxas he had his back turned to him in the rain. Axel knows it's impossible for whatever caused this disappearance in the Tower to be linked to his departure from the Organization back home, and yet deep inside of him he makes that connection, fears for the worst, hates that he hadn't pushed harder to bring him back before things got out of hand...

Caught up in his own thoughts and crouched down in front of the little gravestone he doesn't even pay attention to the sound in the background.

Not yet anyway.]

But I don't want to adapt! I HAVE TO DO THIS, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!

Whoa, cool it. What exactly do you have to do?

[Nope, still keeping his cool, bro.]

[ well. Axel might be out of sight and might not hear Roxas right away. at least not the sound of metal hitting stone, but that will likely change. while the kid still struggles with the collar, he grabs at the Keyblade and tries to work it off the only other way he knows how...

but it's not really unlocking. ]

Why aren't you working!?

[ Roxas stops, but only because he's startled. ]

But it's not coming off.

[She's happy too. It's a very raw, emotional sort of happy but she is happy. So happy, that it's almost acutely painful... it's more than words can actually explain.

She knows on some level though, that she's probably confusing him. She doesn't want to let go yet though. She doesn't want this moment to end, as if by ending it he might leave again an go where she can't follow.

Instead she takes a deep, shuddering breath]

I'm sorry. I just... you left, and I missed you.

[Truth be told she'd missed you a lot the time the last you were here too.]

[Axel's thoroughly distracted, too caught up in staring at the grave and the small shells adorning the ground around it, but when he suddenly hears a voice he looks up and abruptly turns to glance around.

Maybe he's just hearing things...

Axel stands up so he can follow the noises, caution in his step. Knowing the Tower, this could just be a trick.]

[> There is a Sorcerer in the vicinity, carrying a bowl of oatmeal.
> It places the bowl of oatmeal in front of you, Roxas.
> Clearly, it's master must be somewhere nearby...
> ... what now?]

[Take one facepalm, Roxas, for here or to go?]

It's best to just leave it.

[From what he's heard, anyway.]

[ don't mind Roxas. his eyes are just going to stay fixated to the ground. ]

I have a promise to keep. She made me promise.

[ well first he frowns. Roxas can't trust anyone from the Organization. that means Nobodies too. ]

What do you want...

[ as Axel draws near, he'll hear the sounds of Roxas struggling some more. he really DOES want that collar off. but it seems pretty much like a thing that is not meant to happen. so Roxas just flops to the ground, breathing heavy and with such a weight on his shoulders that he could be crushed under neath it.

the most frustrating part is: ]

What do I do...

[The Sorcerer is merely going to push that bowl of oatmeal a little bit closer. And then explain itself.

My observations have lead me to conclude that one must eat this before anything else can be consumed within this location.

It's only trying to help. Really. Master would disapprove otherwise.]

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Graveyard - Oh god here we go

perfect setting

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[Graveyard for this butt too]

my little heart also i need more icons of them together

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