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[cloak]

Who: Data-Roxas cloak and Terra notatyrant
When: Late at night
Where: An unspecified park
What: Training


[With no need to sleep, Roxas has an abundance of time on his hands. At first he spent these hours sitting around Henir's temple, waiting for others to wake. Apparently, sitting stock still and then greeting anyone who passed by was disturbing to anyone except for Ain.

Now that he's the only one in the temple with no capacity for sleep under normal conditions, he's sought other ways to occupy himself. And ever concerned with his own utility, that occupation has become training.

Granted, it's fairly directionless. Roxas spends these wee, silent hours in abandoned parks, fencing with the air and slinging spells about. It's become his routine, striving to control abilities he doesn't quite understand.

Tonight is no different, as his twin weapons sing through the air in swift, mismatched arcs. He doesn't need to breathe, and he doesn't tire, going through these motions with mechanical speed.

The only thing is, it's clear that it's simple repetition]

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[notatyrant]

[Terra always wakes up early to go train. He goes for a run every morning, and then does some leg and arm exercises at home, then takes a long shower. It has become routine really, but he's used to not seeing anyone at those times of the day.

So when he goes by the park and sees the twinkle of light reflected on a keyblade, he stops.

Not recognizing the weapons, but the wielder, he walks closer.]

Hey! it's you again, what are you doing so early?

[cloak]

[Roxas pauses upon hearing a familiar voice, so abrupt and precise as to be unnatural. But then, that's what he's accustomed to, even if others aren't.

Lowering his weapons, sharp ends pointed toward the grassy terrain, Roxas turns to face the owner of that voice]

Terra, right? [Not that he need ask. He hasn't forgotten] The others aren't awake.

[notatyrant]

[Terra raises an eyebrow. This boy acts like what he thinks a robot would be like.]

Yup! And you mean your god and other shinki?

[He looks around, trying to figure out what Roxas had been doing, with no success.]

So... What were you trying to do?

[cloak]

[Terra's guess is on the mark, and so Roxas doesn't correct him. Neither does he confirm, but if he's right, that isn't necessary. Or so his cryptic little mind thinks]

I was training. My control is less than others.

[Comparing himself with Ain might be placing an unrealistic expectation, but nevertheless, he aims to be that capable]

[notatyrant]

[Terra stares at him for a moment.]

... Training. Right.

[It looked like anything but training to him really.]

Would you like a sparring partner? Or do you have anything else in mind?

[cloak]

[Having someone to practice with would be helpful, without question, but Roxas hesitates]

I might hurt you.

[It's the reason he hasn't asked anyone so far, even though it would be far more productive than stabbing at the air]

[notatyrant]

[Terra blankfaces.

And stares.]

Really? That's your worry? I'm strong! You won't hurt me!

[cloak]

You're sure?

[It's a legitimate concern in his mind.

Ain is strong, but light like his can still hurt him]

[notatyrant]

Absolutely!

[He summons his keyblade and gets into position for a spar.]

Wait, you do want to spar, right?

[cloak]

I've never done it before.

[He shrugs, a simple roll of his shoulders]

But it's good for learning, isn't it?

[notatyrant]

It's the best for learning.

[Terra moves the keyblade up and down, a smile on his face.]

Come on little guy, show me what you've got!

[cloak]

Alright.

[And perhaps too quickly, Roxas darts forward, bridging the space between them swiftly and swinging his white Keyblade.

This, however, is a feint as he halts midway and attacks with his other Keyblade without losing momentum.

Good thing Terra's used to short speedsters]

[notatyrant]

[Terra smiles, going on the defensive right away, covering his face and body with the keyblade, twisting slightly to cover from the actual hit.

Having two keyblades must be fun.]

You sure you've never sparred before? Because it seems like you're used to fighting.

[He moves to attack from below, as fast as he can, and if this boy is anything like Ventus, he'll be ready to jump away.]

[cloak]

[Terra's guard is solid, and the impact makes him stumble back a half-step. Losing momentum had always affected him this way, but Roxas pays it no mind.

He doesn't have time to, jumping when Terra's weapon comes sweeping toward his legs...

Only to land right on the blade with unnatural poise, pointing one of his weapons Terra's way]

I never said I haven't fought before.

[notatyrant]

[Terra laughs, moving his keyblade as he takes a step back.]

Usually, sparring means no one has to suffer or die though.

[He goes in for another attack, from on top, as fast as the weight of his keyblade will allow.]

[cloak]

[Roxas springs away the moment Terra shifts his weight, far from wanting to lose his balance. When that hulking Keyblade comes swinging his way again, he crosses his twin weapons to block.

And he slides back a good several inches as a result, making plain the difference in size and weight.

Still, he bears up under the blow]

That's why I practiced alone.

[To as not to hurt anyone, though it diminishes potential for improvement]

[notatyrant]

No need, you just need to find someone strong.

[Like him. Duh. Terra smiles as he lets his keyblade swing to the side, ready for a low attack.]

Do you use magic when practicing?

[Having conversations that make him lose his breath are always fun, but this is important! If this kid has a (ok, two) keyblades ten he certainly must know how to use magic, right?]

[cloak]

I've been trying, since it's what I get instead of borderlines.

[Roxas' weapons lower to his sides as he slips out of range of Terra's next swing]

I need better control.

[In the next moment he pivots, bringing his Keyblades around to attack in dual arcs]

[notatyrant]

[Whoops that's dangerous! Terra blocks the attacks swiftly, even though he loses air as he does so. Taking a step back, and a breath, he smiles.]

I'm not the greatest- with magic- but I could show you some stuff.

[He launches himself forwards, ready for a direct hit to the gut.]

[cloak]

[Roxas sidesteps the attack again, circling around to attack. He's learned in these short moments that blocking Terra's attacks will knock him off balance, and evasion is preferable.

Oddly though, he doesn't sound winded or exerted when he speaks]

You use spells too, then?

[notatyrant]

Yup!

[This kid is fast and agile, such a good combo! Terra lets one keyblade connect with his arm while the other holds his own keyblade and goes for an attack to Roxas's legs. The pain is bearable, and he really wants to get the kid.]

I can show you how to use them if you'd like!

[cloak]

[Except when Terra lets a Keyblade cut into his arm, Roxas vanishes in a flurry of glowing digits. He reappears at Terra's side, one Keyblade dismissed so he can prod the man's arm]

Did you just let me hurt you?

[Spells are a concern for later, because Terra's got a boo-boo]

[notatyrant]

[Terra is shocked at the sudden disappearance of the keyblade, specially because what was that after smoke?

Then Roxas is touching his arm and Terra is left limply holding his keyblade with one hand.]

Uh.... Yes?

[He's slightly confused. Why would he stop when it was so fun?]

I can heal myself, it's ok.

[cloak]

You could've blocked it though.

[It hasn't been long, but he's seen for himself that this is true.

He can understand taking damage for a purpose, but in this case, it seemed entirely avoidable to him...]

[notatyrant]

I could have, and then I couldn't have had attacked you, which means I would have gotten hurt somehow else.

[Terra shakes his head, and casts a Curaga on himself. The green glow on his skin making him look eerily like a ghost.]

Come on, let's practice on your magic if you want.