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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]
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[Well, that's interesting.
At the question, Ventus nods.]
I do. You don't do anything that makes me think you're mean.
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But people can act harmless when they're not, right?
[In the weeks since his arrival here, he's seen it for himself]
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[He tilts his head.]
And if you do mean any harm, then you're a good actor, but I get the feeling that you're a really nice guy, Roxas.
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He frowns in thought as he weighs that notion before responding]
I'm probably bad at pretending. [Probably] But is it easy to decide something like that about people?
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[Does his judgment on Roxas bother him?]
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[A heart comes with a pulse, he knows this.
He also knows his own body is quite still. Literal as his mind is about so much, he doesn't quite get what Ventus means]
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[He points at Roxas' chest.]
If you feel emotions, if you can still feel things, that means you have a heart. It doesn't always mean coming with the actual, er, organ itself. In a way, it's what makes you feel alive even without a pulse.
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The topic of being capable of feeling is, as always, oddly uncomfortable for reasons he likewise doesn't know. Is what he experiences the same as others?
It's another question he has no way of answering]
...But I'm dead though, right?
[This much, at least, he thinks he does know]
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[Ventus cups his chin in thought, tilting head to the side almost like in a very Sora-like fashion. Not that he knows who Sora is, but the comparison is there.]
So, technically, you can be considered to be 'alive' again.
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[If only he remembered his own universe]
I guess I see what you're trying to say though.
[Abstract as he finds it, there's a certain sense to Ventus' words. It's when he tries to apply them to himself and his situation that he finds himself uncertain, but he can mull that over on his own time.
After all, he's got time to occupy when everyone else sleeps]
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[Hopefully Roxas can figure it out, too.]
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[He shrugs. Ven didn't make the rules, so it's not his fault]
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[It's just an open offer. He doesn't quite expect him to take him up on it.]
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Well, perhaps one thing. He frowns as he considers a safe way that he can, aware that information is often withheld from shinki for some unknown purpose]
Do you know if there's a reason you're Ven, but both him and me are Roxas?
[Ven can't tell him what the reason is, but knowing if there is one is enough]
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But since Ventus doesn't exactly know the reason, it's a safe bet.]
I have an idea as to why.
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For what purpose those rules exist, he's yet unsure]
That makes one of us.
[Which is to say he and his fellow Roxas had discussed it]
I think it might concern him, people mixing us up.
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[A pause.]
It'll..take a while, but people will stop once they realize who's who.
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I think that's why it doesn't bother me. The difference seems obvious, even with the same face.
[It was something he'd compared with the time of day, to the other Roxas. Something a person could percieve, without seeing]