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thenearshore2018-09-09 12:49 pm
cloak) wrote in thenearshore2018-09-09 12:49 pm
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Who: Data-Roxas and whoever trips over him.
When: 1/18
Where: Near Shore
What: Being spooky and helpful, the usual.
A. Helping Hand
[When he isn't needed for any tasks in particular, Roxas aims to familiarize himself with his surroundings. And so for this reason, today he's wandering through a park in the living world. He happens to pass by a crying child, his mother trying to console him, and it doesn't take much to overhear that a favored toy fell into the nearby pond. The problem is straightforward, and it seems to him so is the solution.
So what does Roxas do? He vanishes in a flurry of luminescent zeroes and ones, gone from sight. It seems he's left, until he reappears abruptly several minutes later. His coat is drenched, shoulders hunched against the cold as he places a plastic truck near the child and his mother.
That's not all he found though, various objects clasped in his free hand, including a waterlogged wallet, a muddy ring, and a baseball. What to do with this junk? He has no idea]
B. Second Shadow
[Having helped out with one easily resolved problem, Roxas thinks it might not be a bad idea to see if there's anything else he can fix. Besides, moving keeps him from thinking about how cod he is, and warms him a little.
He quickly finds himself part of a recurring trend. Whenever the living do notice his assistance, they react in alarm. Whether it's an old lady who screams upon noticing him trailing after her with the purse she had forgotten, or picking up a dropped toy for an infant, the result seems fairly uniform.
And he's really not sure why.
After several such incidents, Roxas examines himself, looking at his hands and arms at different angles as he walks. Does he look that strange...? He's so distracted by trying to look himself over that he bumps right into someone. Unfortunately, he's wet. And it's cold. Fortunately (or maybe more unfortunately) his hand snaps up with mechanical precision to catch that person's arm and brace them]
Oh, sorry. I was... [Ruminating, but nevermind that] You alright?
C. Calling Backup: Closed to Ain
[After some time spent pondering why people respond to him as they do, and recalling even some other shinki have done the same, Roxas decides to seek some advice. And who better to ask than his fellow not-quite-human, with whom he's discussed matters of outside perspective before?
He's still not used to texting Ain rather than finding his limbs littered about the temple, but he'll have to adapt]
Can I ask you something?
D. Change is Hard
[The simple thing with Roxas is that no one has seen his face. He shares a name with someone, not that he's aware of it, but no one mistakes someone clad in solid black without a face for anyone else. Now, though, Roxas sits in a café with the results of his and Ain's joint clothing ventures and a cup of hot cocoa.
So for once in his existence, Roxas is dressed like anybody else. Well, sort of. He'd picked dark jeans and a black hooded jacket with a skeleton key for a zipper tab, and he's wearing the hood for comfort even now since people don't really notice him. Like this, he might pass for an average teenager, but for the way he keeps tugging the hood down as though he means to cover his face with it.
Maybe this will alarm people less (or cause confusion for anyone who knows Roxas Classic or Ventus), but he feels strangely exposed]
When: 1/18
Where: Near Shore
What: Being spooky and helpful, the usual.
A. Helping Hand
[When he isn't needed for any tasks in particular, Roxas aims to familiarize himself with his surroundings. And so for this reason, today he's wandering through a park in the living world. He happens to pass by a crying child, his mother trying to console him, and it doesn't take much to overhear that a favored toy fell into the nearby pond. The problem is straightforward, and it seems to him so is the solution.
So what does Roxas do? He vanishes in a flurry of luminescent zeroes and ones, gone from sight. It seems he's left, until he reappears abruptly several minutes later. His coat is drenched, shoulders hunched against the cold as he places a plastic truck near the child and his mother.
That's not all he found though, various objects clasped in his free hand, including a waterlogged wallet, a muddy ring, and a baseball. What to do with this junk? He has no idea]
B. Second Shadow
[Having helped out with one easily resolved problem, Roxas thinks it might not be a bad idea to see if there's anything else he can fix. Besides, moving keeps him from thinking about how cod he is, and warms him a little.
He quickly finds himself part of a recurring trend. Whenever the living do notice his assistance, they react in alarm. Whether it's an old lady who screams upon noticing him trailing after her with the purse she had forgotten, or picking up a dropped toy for an infant, the result seems fairly uniform.
And he's really not sure why.
After several such incidents, Roxas examines himself, looking at his hands and arms at different angles as he walks. Does he look that strange...? He's so distracted by trying to look himself over that he bumps right into someone. Unfortunately, he's wet. And it's cold. Fortunately (or maybe more unfortunately) his hand snaps up with mechanical precision to catch that person's arm and brace them]
Oh, sorry. I was... [Ruminating, but nevermind that] You alright?
C. Calling Backup: Closed to Ain
[After some time spent pondering why people respond to him as they do, and recalling even some other shinki have done the same, Roxas decides to seek some advice. And who better to ask than his fellow not-quite-human, with whom he's discussed matters of outside perspective before?
He's still not used to texting Ain rather than finding his limbs littered about the temple, but he'll have to adapt]
Can I ask you something?
D. Change is Hard
[The simple thing with Roxas is that no one has seen his face. He shares a name with someone, not that he's aware of it, but no one mistakes someone clad in solid black without a face for anyone else. Now, though, Roxas sits in a café with the results of his and Ain's joint clothing ventures and a cup of hot cocoa.
So for once in his existence, Roxas is dressed like anybody else. Well, sort of. He'd picked dark jeans and a black hooded jacket with a skeleton key for a zipper tab, and he's wearing the hood for comfort even now since people don't really notice him. Like this, he might pass for an average teenager, but for the way he keeps tugging the hood down as though he means to cover his face with it.
Maybe this will alarm people less (or cause confusion for anyone who knows Roxas Classic or Ventus), but he feels strangely exposed]
A
He stops walking when he see someone suddenly appearing. While wet and carrying a lot of things. Well, that's... kind of new? He walks over, curious and a little concerned.]
Are you... [Okay? It's hard to tell.] ... What are you doing?
[He sounds more confused than anything.]
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Trying to figure out who lost these.
[He holds up his newly collected assorted junk, in case this guy needs a better look]
I was only looking for that kid's toy, but these things were down there too.
[Down where? He doesn't specify]
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If there's a name on them, we can find out who owned them. Like... is that a wallet?
[Yamanbagiri carefully reach out to pull the waterlogged wallet out. Hopefully without causing the rest of the pile to fall out.]
It might have an ID card in it.
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[He repeats the term with a curious tip of his hooded head, keeping hold of the other objects he'd picked up. This is the first time he's heard of such a thing.
But it seems like sound reasoning. A name gives something to go by, if cards have names on them]
Do most people put their names on things like that?
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They're like... a card that tells people who you are? They usually have a name on them.
[He opens the wallet. Wow, it's so damp. Anyway, he can see the cards. He pulls out them out to check, one by one.]
Depends. If they do that, people would know it belongs to them.
no subject
[He supposes if someone forgot their name, it'd be easy to remind themselves too]
I don't know many of the living by name though...
[But this guy might have a better idea of what to do with the information, he surmises. After all, he seems to be in the know about these matters]
no subject
[From what he saw sometimes.
Ah, there's the ID card. He reads the name...]
I don't know this person.
[So much for the small, tiny and unlikely odd of this person being one of his god's followers.]
I guess we could bring these to the police.
no subject
[It strikes him as an odd practice, but he's never seen it before.
Maybe the cards look different, other than names. That could be sort of interesting]
If police can find people, maybe they'll know who these other things belong to.
[He can make out writing on the ball, and even inside the ring, but it's difficult to read in their present condition]
no subject
[He'd still be blunt, but he can be blunt without being insulting.]
Let's bring these to them. They're probably used to dealing with lost items.
no subject
[They answer prayers, so it seems possible.
But they've got a task to complete, and he nods at the suggestion]
There's a police box near here. I can show you.
[Without waiting for a reply, he turns and starts heading in the direction he recalls seeing it in]