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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]
no subject
[Although Roxas doesn't approach the clothing in question]
Should I try to do it like you?
[He doesn't know whether he can, but still]
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[ Since he hasn't seen Roxas display a similar ability, he can't conclude either. But in his opinion, being able to change forms at one's whim is useful. It's a hassle to have to take care of fabric, too. ]
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[Roxas debates how exactly Ain goes about it, but based on observation alone...]
Do you just focus?
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[ The process is almost instantaneous for him, so this is the best he can explain it with. ]
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[His coat does seem very much a part of him, so much so that he's ill at ease without it. And so for the first time he has to wonder whether that's like Ain or not.
Whatever the case is, there's not much harm in testing what he can do.
So Roxas focuses on his coat: on the exterior that others can see. Green zeroes and ones spiral around him, swift and numerous enough to obscure his form, and when they dissipate he's dressed like the mannequin on display.
Excepting the hood being on his head, anyway]
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Thus, with a slight tone of being pleased: ]
You don't need to buy any clothes this way, only copy what you like.
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This is convenient.
[Not to mention, it leaves him with more money to buy Ain green things with, as is his custom]
Thanks, Ain.
[His gratitude is terribly earnest as he looks up at his friend, even with his largely inexpressive voice]
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[ It is convenient and he's glad to share it with a friend. ]
If you feel like changing your appearance to express yourself, you can do that in this manner too. Humans like to do it so you can imitate them if you want to.
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[He shrugs, for his motivation is just this simple]
It wastes a lot of time.
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It does. You should have less of a problem with it now, though.
[ They can always come back again if Roxas wants more than one item to copy from. ]
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[And he can safely trust that Ain speaks from experience. It seems unwise to ask about the state of his memory, but it seems to him that Ain knows more about fitting in among humans now.
So many shinki were human too, and it seems disruptive and inefficient to go around frightening them.
Roxas fiddles with the key-shaped zipper tab briefly, then drops his hand. Perhaps just a little expression in small detail]
Want to get some tea?
[The green stuff, of course]
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I do. There might be a cafe here somewhere...
[ He recalls seeing one in the same area a couple of days back. ]
can wrap up here if you like
[Between the two of them, Roxas is sure they won't have any trouble locating the place.
Besides, even if it took a while, he likes spending time with Ain]