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Characters: Aqua, Roxas, and hopefully the other girls of 1-07? Also open.
Setting: Room 1-07 (Aqua, AU!Feferi, Vietnam, Vriska) or Floor Three, the old library
Format: Starting prose, but I'll match. <3
Summary: Spells, socializing, and stumbling across something quite unfortunate.
Warnings: (Temporary) character death in the library, and magic talky mumbo jumbo. Will add if anything else comes up.


Room 1-07

"Fire," whispered the young mage. A tiny inferno flickered to life above the palm of her hand, the magic tickling the tips of her fingers. Aqua gave a reserved smile at the sight of the spell coming to life, but she made sure not to lose control over the flow of magical energy going into the flame. She was sitting on her bed, after all, and it really wouldn't do to set fire to the place that she had to sleep.

Spellbooks laid open around her, open to the very basics of casting. She normally used Stormfall as the final outlet for her spells -- it was rare that she did them with her bare hands. It was about time to get to working on that -- she couldn't always rely on her Keyblade, after all.


Floor Three

Aqua ignored the new library for a number of reasons -- the first and foremost being that she had yet to actually check out the old one (and the second being that the new library was just creepy). She hoped, perhaps, to find some books on magic; her own collection was fairly comprehensive in regards to ordinary basic and advanced spellcasting, but there were so many corners of the practice that she had yet to explore.

And maybe, if she was really lucky, she'd find some books about whatever this awful place was that she was staying at. Aqua wasn't expecting too much, but there was a tiny flicker of hope there. She was still an optimist, deep down.

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"Why bother?" Ankh asked, rolling his eyes a bit at Eiji.

"So the idiot just dropped dead out of exhaustion?" He sneered. This seems highly improbable, unless all humans were really that squishy and dumb. He made his disapproval obvious with a tick of his tongue. "He'd fall asleep if nothing was stopping him. It probably has something to do with this stupid tower."

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Naminé had intended to answer she'd never seen or heard anything about something like this happening before, but what Ankh said instantly snapped her out of that train of thought. Idiot? How dare he--?! She found herself offended on Roxas' behalf, and even more so than she might otherwise have been because of the circumstances. It was an awful thing to say, especially about someone he'd (as far as she knew) never met and who was not around to defend himself. For a moment she only barely managed to keep her tongue in check, but her self-control quickly gathered itself again. She'd learned to keep her mouth shut a long time ago, and yet... it was much harder to hear someone else being insulted than it was to take an insult herself.

Even once she'd sufficiently composed herself, there was a very slight edge to her voice. "Or someone in the tower." It wasn't actually an accusation, just a statement of a possibility. Finally her thoughts came full circle back to what she'd originally meant to say. "I haven't heard of anything like this, either, but with everything that's already happened here, it would make sense if it was the tower's fault." As much as it made her uncomfortable to agree with someone who was just insulting Roxas.

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Aqua's eyes remained on each respective speaker as they voiced their thoughts, eyes only showing a marginal mote of narrowing at Ankh's disrespect. Though, he did raise a point that Aqua was more than willing to believe: the tower.

"If he came back because of the tower..." Her hand raised unconsciously to gingerly brush the indigo collar around her neck as she stole another glance to Roxas' prone form. She didn't elaborate on why she assumed that it was the tower's doing; people didn't just come back. It seemed just as reasonable to credit the place for his resurrection as it was to credit it for his death. "...then this place could easily do this to him too."

Her eyebrows knit together in thought. It wasn't voiced, but the question that statement posed was apparent nonetheless: but why?