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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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[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.]

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[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.