escordvi | Not Sure You'll Open the Door

Who: Roxas and you
Status: Open
Where: Everywhere! It's fun with rifts time!
What: Sometimes you've had a rough couple of months. Sometimes you just need a win. Sometimes you try to fight a giant feral hog and fall into a rift. Sometimes finding your way home is a little hard because the rifts like you. Sometimes life be like that.
Warnings: Will be updated if necessary

[It feels like he's been falling for a long time. It's a familiar sensation in a way. He's fallen before, through dark like this. Somewhere he can make out the form of the Boss Hog he was fighting. But it's too far away to do anything about now. Now all he can really do, is fall.]

A - Emerald Hill Zone

[His landing is not the smoothest, and probably a little dangerous since he's in the middle of an empty stretch of road. But when it comes to roads like this, they aren't that empty for long. He spots it out of the corner of his eye, the approaching objects and only makes it off the road in the nick of time as they speed past. He watches several more speed past in wonder until finally, things are quiet once again and it's safe to stand up.

He looks at the road, scrutinizing it.]

Was that...a race?

[He walks back along the road in the opposite direction from where he saw the racers coming from, and eventually the starting line appears. It's a bit confusing, since it's very much not where he was and it's a little hard to re-orient yourself.

But he's here.]

So, do you run it? Or is there a car or something?

Tara-Tam Deepcroft

[Roxas can't say that he likes this place very much.

It's quiet, almost too quiet, and he's seen the shambling corpses of paladins wandering around. He does his best to avoid those. But zombies are better than ghosts at least. Zombies he can do something about. Ghosts...well, it's hard to swing a sword at a ghost, you know?

Exploring this place though, there's a sense of history that Roxas is trying to understand. The Paladins haven't exactly proven themselves to be the nicest people, but this monastery suggests otherwise. That there is a history of honour and goodness and the things they said they stood for. And maybe that bolsters him a little bit.

He finds himself in what might have been a library once, and maybe there's a book or something that will give him more information about this place. But that would require a lot of searching. And it's hard to do that with books and shelves strewn all over.

It's not much, but he can at least start picking the books up, and maybe fixing up that shelf.]

Island Sanctuary

[Sometimes you race, sometimes you explore abandoned monasteries, and sometimes you go pick up rocks in the woods.

But right now, Roxas has a bit of a problem.

Collecting things is easy. It's easy to go into the woods and find things. He's good at that. He's got several good piles of things in this clearing.

The problem is more a physical one. He is just one boy, with two arms, and while he's got a very good attack modifier that doesn't exactly help when you have to carry a pile of stones and a pile of wood back to town.

So he sits on a log, staring at his piles, glaring really, and sighs.]

I should have brought a cart.

Wildcard

[Open to any and all other shenanigans. Roxas is kind of falling through rifts at the moment so he can be anywhere he needs to be. And maybe a Boss Hog will show up as well, who knows? He's also got a camera, if anyone wants to take a selfie for the Eltrut Snaps task. Additional plotting can be done at

urbaninja]

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[ the shift of his head and surge wonders if that means she's allowed to kill him now.

... doesn't seem like it, but she is interested. the tenrec quickly jumps to another tree, the rustling causes the man to look around to make sure there's no one. damn trees, always moving and shit.

"does a beached whale want to stay on the sand? start moving, kiddo, the best drinks'll be gone and we don't want that!" ]

Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.

[He follows, a little less than enthusiastically. It's not like he'll be able to drink anything offered. Not that he's expecting any drinks. But the rustling in the trees is bolstering. He's not going in alone.]

[ as they pass, the rustling of the trees come to a stop, and instead three more people (how odd!) come from the bushes in the direction that roxas is going. they're all old, a little rough, but the scars on their face and chest say they're fighters without a doubt.

in hand, one guy is holding a pretty huge bag.

"yer the kid that took down the cap'n, a pleasure to meet ya." with his free hand, he holds it out for roxas to take. the other man, he's wider, and has double the muscle mass on his arms and legs. "so tell us, he's the best racer here, how did you win?" ]

[Roxas is on guard now, the familiar tingle in his fingers to summon the keyblade if he needs to. He doesn't like this.

But he takes the hand, slightly guarded.]

Well, you know, I can run pretty fast.

[ that's what he thinks, because when one of the individuals walk past roxas as if to meet up with their friend, they push him into the direction of the guy with the bag. he parts it open, ready to catch their "falling" victim until a crackle of electricity strikes between roxas and the man.

there's enough force in the strike when it hits down that the small explosion will push roxas back in the opposite direction, as with the other person to cause him to fall on his back.

the first man roxas had raced jolts before looking towards the kid. "what the hell was that!?" he's waiting for answers because as they look to the sky, there's no storm coming. ]

[It's a bit of a whirlwind, but Roxas is aware enough to be able to catch his footing pretty quickly as the explosion knocks him back. There's a flash and his keyblades are up and in his hands.]

Dunno. Maybe the weather's not a fan of what you were about to do.

Kind of a bad joke, honestly.

[ and what the hell is a keyblade? they're looking at it in shock as they figure it'll catch a nice price. without any hesitation, one guy reaches forward to grab it and another person attempting to grab roxas.

the person grabbing at the key is spared, but the one who reaches out for roxas is covered in electricity as though lightning decided to strike twice in the same location. the sound of the man yelling in pain is loud, terrifying almost like his lungs may pop before it stops.

the individual who started this at first.

"is it you doing this!?"

the other has the keyblade in their hand, not willing to let go. ]

Not me this time! Guess you made something else mad.

[And he'll wrench the keyblade from the guy's grasp before spinning to strike with the other one.]

Trust me, you'd never be able to use this.

[ he stutters over his words, ready to ask what the hell he's talking about. the three men find that one boy shouldn't be enough to stop them, and as the keyblade knocks the wind out of one, there's a loud groan as a hand comes to the area. there's no blood, good, but the force behind it feels as though a bone or something has been knocked out of place.

another thinks to strike roxas, but he's kicked to the side that knocks him into the person hit by the keyblade. the thinner man turns his head to look trying to find his captain, but there's already someone standing before the older gentleman, and the animal is cracking her fingers. ]

Cool, life was gettin' borin so I can kill all of ya.

[ the thing about is that her threat doesn't sound like a threat, it's more so a promise. ]

About time you showed up.

[Roxas is fairly confident that he can take this crowd, but it is nice to have the confirmation that he wasn't about to do this alone.

But he turns back to the gang.]

That's the cue to run, by the way.

I was lookin', don't nag about the time.

( with a sigh, surge pushes one of the idiots down as she walks over to roxas to make sure he's fine. )

Not a scratch on your head at all.

( the one guy with the bag is looking at it and then the tenrec before holding a look on their face that questions does it matter which one. )

What's this thing made out of? Metal? ( she pokes at his keyblade curious. )

Yeah, I'm okay.

[Roxas is keeping an eye on that guy, but he won't make a move until the other guy does.]

I dunno. It just kinda is. I guess it could be metal.

[Some kind of special material anyway.]

Cool, cool. So if I wanted to do somethin' like...

[ holding onto the key, she'll embed it with a bit of electricity to cause it to crackle and pop. it doesn't go down to the handle thankfully, but with the amount of energy surrounding it, few traces of electricity wafts off it as he moves the weapon. ]

Sooooo you can beat the shit outta them in a cooler way.

[ the guys? well... they're not against trying to jump atop of them with the bag open. surge is aware of this, but she knows roxas will do something cool.. if not, she can catch them before they even lay a finger. ]

[Roxas looks at the keyblade curiously. That's a new one for him, but he'll take it. He doesn't usually use Thunder Raid all that often, but he'll throw the Keyblade like a boomerang at the guy with the bag and follow up with his second one.

It collides with a crack.]

Don't even think it.

Not Sure You'll Open the Door

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