[The dreams of the Storm and what it did to the world, to the worlds, aren't actually the strangest dreams Roxas has ever had. Confusing recollections of a boy in red who felt familiar and unknown at the same time had plagued his sleep far longer, and left him just as rattled upon awakening. But this time, the wrongness of the dream doesn't fade when he opens his eyes.
After taking some time to get his bearings and be sure that he's really here, he's himself again, he just walks. Performing recon, like they used to say—old habits die hard, he guesses. Or maybe he just doesn't know what else to do. He finds himself captivated by one of the screens that shows that creature they talked about, staring with wide eyes. He thinks maybe he's never seen anything so awful in his life but he can't look away, can hardly blink until he shudders and staggers away, suddenly feeling like he was on the losing end of a fight with neoshadows. He doesn't even notice anyone else is there until he's knocked into them, elbow-first.]
Oh, 'scuze me, I just— [He breathes deeply.] That thing. It's awful.
Ugh. I think I might barf.
door to door;
[After exploring for a while, he just wants to sit down for a while and figure things out. He's not supposed to be outside of Sora's heart, but he is; the worlds are supposed to be safe, but they aren't; and that planet...well, he doesn't have to have been here for whatever happened to know it's very, very wrong.
He's got enough of a sense of a direction to know he's headed the right way towards where the newly awakened stay, but when he steps through the door, he's absolutely not where he's supposed to be. And he has perfect timing, or maybe the opposite of that—he's arrived at precisely the right moment for a really awkward, embarrassing or worse moment.]
Sorry! I must have opened the wrong door. I can go!
the worst boogers ever;
[Okay, he's not a professor of doors, but they're supposed to take someone to the next room, aren't they? Roxas breathes a sigh of relief when he steps through another one and, if he isn't where he meant to be, he's at least not face-to-face with a person who really doesn't want him to be there. Venturing out into the lab, he blinks in surprise at the sight of the first slime to slorp towards him, and then laughs, instead of turning around and hoping for the best with the next step through the door.
This is his first mistake.]
Hey there, little guy. Haha, you're kind of cute!
[It is at this point that the slime absolutely pelts Roxas with bubbles. Gross, slimy, sticky bubbles. Right in the face.]
W...what....
[When the next slime oozes around the corner, Roxas has a split-second to think about how much grosser this is about to get before a fireball comes at him instead, and it's only instinct that lets him summon a wickedly sharp-looking Keyblade to his hand and deflect it, just in time for another to come from a third slime.]
Okay, you asked for it!
[They're no Heartless, but a Keyblade should still work on them, right? In theory? He could use a hand, should anyone else wander into the lab.]
he has literally never touched a cell phone before someone please help him;
Roxas | Kingdom Hearts | will match prose or action!
[The dreams of the Storm and what it did to the world, to the worlds, aren't actually the strangest dreams Roxas has ever had. Confusing recollections of a boy in red who felt familiar and unknown at the same time had plagued his sleep far longer, and left him just as rattled upon awakening. But this time, the wrongness of the dream doesn't fade when he opens his eyes.
After taking some time to get his bearings and be sure that he's really here, he's himself again, he just walks. Performing recon, like they used to say—old habits die hard, he guesses. Or maybe he just doesn't know what else to do. He finds himself captivated by one of the screens that shows that creature they talked about, staring with wide eyes. He thinks maybe he's never seen anything so awful in his life but he can't look away, can hardly blink until he shudders and staggers away, suddenly feeling like he was on the losing end of a fight with neoshadows. He doesn't even notice anyone else is there until he's knocked into them, elbow-first.]
Oh, 'scuze me, I just— [He breathes deeply.] That thing. It's awful.
Ugh. I think I might barf.
door to door;
[After exploring for a while, he just wants to sit down for a while and figure things out. He's not supposed to be outside of Sora's heart, but he is; the worlds are supposed to be safe, but they aren't; and that planet...well, he doesn't have to have been here for whatever happened to know it's very, very wrong.
He's got enough of a sense of a direction to know he's headed the right way towards where the newly awakened stay, but when he steps through the door, he's absolutely not where he's supposed to be. And he has perfect timing, or maybe the opposite of that—he's arrived at precisely the right moment for a really awkward, embarrassing or worse moment.]
Sorry! I must have opened the wrong door. I can go!
the worst boogers ever;
[Okay, he's not a professor of doors, but they're supposed to take someone to the next room, aren't they? Roxas breathes a sigh of relief when he steps through another one and, if he isn't where he meant to be, he's at least not face-to-face with a person who really doesn't want him to be there. Venturing out into the lab, he blinks in surprise at the sight of the first slime to slorp towards him, and then laughs, instead of turning around and hoping for the best with the next step through the door.
This is his first mistake.]
Hey there, little guy. Haha, you're kind of cute!
[It is at this point that the slime absolutely pelts Roxas with bubbles. Gross, slimy, sticky bubbles. Right in the face.]
W...what....
[When the next slime oozes around the corner, Roxas has a split-second to think about how much grosser this is about to get before a fireball comes at him instead, and it's only instinct that lets him summon a wickedly sharp-looking Keyblade to his hand and deflect it, just in time for another to come from a third slime.]
Okay, you asked for it!
[They're no Heartless, but a Keyblade should still work on them, right? In theory? He could use a hand, should anyone else wander into the lab.]
he has literally never touched a cell phone before someone please help him;
@XIII (16), Twilight Town
I'M SKILLED IN: fighting, skateboarding
I'M LOOKING FOR: answers about my existence
ALSO, I'M: nobody
choose your own adventure;
[Make something up or ping me if you want to check first! I'm open to unused prompt situations—this was just getting long.]