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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]

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[It doesn't help that Terra isn't looking forwards while walking, instead, he's looking at the buildings and other locations around him.

He yelps loudly when he feels the wetness in front of him, and he steadies himself with the help of the stranger that caused him to trip.]

Ah! Y-yeah, are you?

[He looks at the stranger, staring from his hand holding Terra's arm to his hidden face.]

Why are you wet?

Yes

[ Ain might not be there, bu the probably has a few eyes lingering in Henir's temple. Regardless, he replies promptly, especially since it's from a friend. ]

[Café's are nice and warm, and Roxas likes being warm. Clad in warm clothes, for once, he steps in and looks around curiously. He spies who he thinks is Ventus acting a little funny. That just means he has to go investigate!

So he walks over with a smile, pulling off the mittens Jakob made him to say hi.]

Ven? Are you okay?

[It's not like he knows there's a third person with his face here.]

[Ven has taken to taking small trips to cafes like this. Somehow, it feels a little homey.

Though he can't help noticing the other person in the cafe.

A smile as he looks over at him.]

Hi there.

[Yamanbagiri have decided to head down to the Near Shore for a walk, and maybe check out the stores. After his post, he might need some ideas in case people want to take up on his cooking offer.

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.]

[ The kid sitting kind of off to the side catches his attention, though. He definitely looks familiar, as he's well-acquainted with both Roxas and Ventus... but there's something different about him. He's a little shyer, Shiro thinks. And the way he tries not to draw attention to himself reminds him of someone else.

(Someone, years ago, who'd stolen his car, then acted surprised when Shiro helped him.)

He orders a coffee and approaches him. ]

Do you mind if I sit here?

Roxas! [ He’d been about to yell at the offender to watch where they’re going, but catches himself just in time at the sight of a familiar face.

Or one of them, at any rate. ]

I am terribly sorry to have bumped into you. [ Wait, wasn’t it the other way around? ] Are you all right?

[ Considering how many people almost sat on the guy, Chinatsu figured he was probably someone from the Far Shore. You don't normally ignore someone who looked like that. Not that there was anything wrong with his clothes per say. But his behavior? ]

You know, you look suspicious if you keep trying to hide your face like that. [ She points out once she has her drink and walks over to him. She knew another person who also tried to keep their face out of sight. ]

Good thing these people don't notice you right away. Otherwise, they'd think you were gonna rob them. [ She takes a seat across from him, placing her coffee down on the table. ]

Unless that's your plan. [ Resting her chin on her hand, she watches him for his reaction. ]

What's this junk for?

[Add peers around from behind Roxas, having teleported in just a moment ago. They're both pretty bad at this "giving proper warning before scaring the shit out of people" thing... but hey, at least Roxas probably won't mind.

He reaches out to grab the ring, holding it carefully with the tips of his fingers.] Ugh, it's all dirty.

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