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while i’m working on starters over at molly’s blog, here’s a short starter ad capped at 4! cast mates are exempt from this flaming trash pile that is my growing list of owed rp starters.

also since it’s convenient to just say it here, i’ll be restarting roxas’ interactions from the last time he was in isola, so he’s a completely brand new slate! thank u all for understanding *givs u one kis*

EDIT: capped! expect this........ eventually......... i am doing my Best THANK U FOR UR PATIENCE 

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The last time he was here, the city was still a mess, and any semblance of establishments selling frozen delicacies were next to none. But, now that things seem different-- he does the obvious, bee-lining towards the closest shop.

Finally, the only hint of comfort in a foreign land. Before he salivates himself to death, Roxas takes a bite.

This ice cream tastes like crap.

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guess who’s in the box--

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swiftwinds:

roxas — the name almost sounds familiar, but he’s certain he would of remembered meeting someone that looked like that. you can’t forget your own face, after all.

ventus takes a single step backwards, away from roxas and towards the shoreline. he’s nervous, uneasy — confused. the air is way too tense, and he’s beginning to get far too overwhelmed. the waves start to lap at his ankles and carry the broken bits of seashell away. the beginnings of a headache start to settle in, and his heart aches for something.

“ .. I’m Ventus. “ a hand touches his chest, his voice carefully cautious. he watches as roxas looks to the skies and starts yelling to some unseen force. ventus cannot help but to wonder — is he okay? 

“ Who’s Sora? “ there’s a pause. probably not the best time for questions, he could press on it later. “ This is.. Geez. I’m just as confused as you are. “ maybe less.

It really hurts Roxas, having to listen to this program feign confusion right in front of him, as if the same trick will work twice so well. The aching in his chest is no longer for the day at the beach that still won’t be his, but is instead for the other, that the cloaked man probably gave this guy a life and friends and a face that aren’t even his. If he knew exactly what pity was, Roxas thinks this might be it.

When his eyes finally draw from the sky to Ventus, however, Roxas sees something he doesn’t expect. Clenched fists fall listless to his sides, and any further anger-fueled remarks fall flat in his throat.

“You… don’t know who Sora is?” That’s something he hasn’t heard before. Things slowly start to click in his head, that maybe the emotions crossing Ventus’ face aren’t a ploy, maybe they’re genuine reactions that Roxas is inciting with his presence alone– the boy sighs.

“S-sorry, I just…” Now that he remembers how to use his arms again, an unsteady hand reaches up to scratch his chin. “I have no idea what’s going on here. With you– us, I mean, and wherever this place is, either.”  

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Ventus (or Ven? He’s not sure if having the same face means being on that level yet) has been gracious fielding every question that’s been thrown his way, whether it’s been about the city or about who the hell he is. Roxas even thinks that it could have been a pretty nice conversation, given that the odd situation was taking place on a pretty nice beach.

He’s just about to raise another question to the boy when a loud noise erupts from the city. If he strains to listen, Roxas can hear the crowd roaring in the distance– and if they’re still this loud however far away they are, then his first instincts tell him something’s wrong.

“Hey… You said you’ve been here longer than me, right? Is that noise normal around here or what?”

@swiftwinds > @alsotravelingthrough​ > @cloudedblades​

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swiftwinds:

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ventus has never really been to the beach before. he’s seen destiny islands before, for a brief second, but there was truly no time to actually experience it. not with his world falling down around him. this one is small, almost decimated in a way. it’s sad to see something that should be beautiful reduced to such a sad state.

anyhow —

he’s been here for a while, long enough for him to gather a rather impressive collection of various seashells. most of them are either cracked or broken, but he’s sure aqua would appreciate them nonetheless. it’s quiet here, a peaceful reprieve from the city ruins, even if some of the rubble spills over onto the sand. the only sound are the waves lapping onto the shores.

it’s kinda easy to hear when someone else steps onto the sand. it’s not really noisy, but it’s a break in the repetitive waves. he’s always been one for making new friends, so he smiles and turns to say hi to the stranger —

he drops his seashells when he sees them. some of them break when they hit the metal bits of his shoes. tragic.

“ Woah! “ was that his face? “ What — “ 

“ What’s going on?! Who are you? “

When Roxas had heard there was a beach in this sorry excuse of a city, he was curious. Naturally, of course he’d be– when he found out the beach he was about to go to wasn’t even real, the yearning in the hole where his heart would be had grown, until even a simple mention of the sandy expanse makes his chest ache in a sensation unfamiliar.

(That, he thinks, should be the actual joke here, but the digital city is still too sore of a memory to be a punchline.)

So the fact that every step he takes towards the shore is met with zero resistance is a little… peculiar. It almost feels like a joke, and getting socked in the face right as he sees the sand is the (really bad) punchline. No one’s yelling at him to do something, no one’s threatening his life. If finally seeing a normal beach means having to get over this restless calm, then damn it, he’ll do it.

– Or, he would have done it until he sees the reflection staring back at him. Roxas almost loses his footing from suddenly halting on the sand.

“I’m Roxas,” he says defensively, a hand sweeping to motion to himself. The waves are still calling out to him, and the sand still crunches under his shoes– shame that he barely gets to taste the salty air before the wind gets knocked out of him.

Quickly, the boy’s eyes dart for the skies, then he’s yelling. “This is another one of your sick jokes, isn’t it?! I don’t know how you got inside Sora’s heart to do this, but it’s still not funny!” 

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「 ROXAS from KINGDOM HEARTS 」

           – suddenly, i feel like i don’t know myself at all.

summer is his favorite season, yay!

he looks 15 but is, in actuality, maybe 1-2 years old. a baby.

only subconsciously remembers the events of 358/2, mostly under major emotional duress or when he’s mind-melding with sora.

(which shouldn’t happen since it already did in DDD but Who Knows.)

his thoughts on the week in the twilight town simulation are… complicated. gotta love best friends who never even knew you existed (    :

because he’d already rejoined with sora and gave up on his own existence as an individual person, he’s feeling a little messed up inside being here in the city.

deep down he’s just a boy with simple desires to hang out with his friends! he’s just! got a few issues!! to work out before he lets himself do that again.

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// not exactly finished updating roxas’ pages yet but his muse is roaring so uhhh... here’s an uncapped mini ad since i hate myself! if it gets too overwhelming i will be a bit selective eehhhgh.. as always you’re free to hit up my DMs here or on twitter if you want to plot, or if you’d like, i’ll be making a plotter call later tonight as well!

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roxas of kingdom hearts, here upon prior reserve! application is the first link under the sidebar, or under /app, thank you very much!

Welcome to the Hive, Roxas!

You’ll be housed in l-5!

You’ll retain the ability to use Cure three times per day. You’ll also be given a wooden keyblade.

Enjoy your stay!

– mod o13

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“…….?”

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No, I don’t think life is quite that simple.

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Here’s a Roxas I’ll never finish