FROM: roxas@cdc.org
No. He already did his damage.
No. He already did his damage.
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Then don't give him the time of day. He's on a different team. What you do is none of his business and he has no reason to mess with you and vice versa. Treat him like a stranger.
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
And ask a superior for a transfer.
Then don't give him the time of day. He's on a different team. What you do is none of his business and he has no reason to mess with you and vice versa. Treat him like a stranger.
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
And ask a superior for a transfer.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
He is stranger. I didn't even know his name... until Garrus looked it up.
He is stranger. I didn't even know his name... until Garrus looked it up.
[ D’Artagnan hadn’t expected it to be anything good. This is far more than he could have guessed. For a moment he just stares at Roxas.
He cannot possibly tell him that it was wrong to react to something like that. Anyone would have. He would have, he knows he would. So he nods, and then turns, lifting two blunted swords. ]
Then he deserved it. He deserved what you did to him and more. Don’t think that I don’t believe that.
[ A breath, and then he looks at Roxas. ]
You can’t think with your heart instead of your head. If you hurt him here, you’ll be the one to suffer for it. You or your friends. The man who hurt you like that is not worth that. I’ve been where you are, Roxas. You have to think with your head.
[ He holds out one of the swords. ]
So get it out. All of the anger. Don’t hit him, hit me. That’s why we’re here.
He cannot possibly tell him that it was wrong to react to something like that. Anyone would have. He would have, he knows he would. So he nods, and then turns, lifting two blunted swords. ]
Then he deserved it. He deserved what you did to him and more. Don’t think that I don’t believe that.
[ A breath, and then he looks at Roxas. ]
You can’t think with your heart instead of your head. If you hurt him here, you’ll be the one to suffer for it. You or your friends. The man who hurt you like that is not worth that. I’ve been where you are, Roxas. You have to think with your head.
[ He holds out one of the swords. ]
So get it out. All of the anger. Don’t hit him, hit me. That’s why we’re here.
FROM: anders@cdc.org
makes no difference to me, so long as i dont start getting cut out of your schedule
FROM: anders@cdc.org
that said, if you find you have too much to do, tell me
makes no difference to me, so long as i dont start getting cut out of your schedule
FROM: anders@cdc.org
that said, if you find you have too much to do, tell me
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
In my world I don't exist, and maybe never did, according to him.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
It's hard to explain.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
This was just supposed to be my chance to have a life.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
Bringing pieces of the failed one here... it's painful.
[It applies to Xion too, as much as he loves her.]
In my world I don't exist, and maybe never did, according to him.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
It's hard to explain.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
This was just supposed to be my chance to have a life.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
Bringing pieces of the failed one here... it's painful.
[It applies to Xion too, as much as he loves her.]
[Now that she has a free moment...]
FROM: zabi.mineva@cdc.org
Forgive me for the time this has taken.
FROM: zabi.mineva@cdc.org
I am Mineva Zabi. I spoke to both Ansem and yourself within the hub the other day.
FROM: zabi.mineva@cdc.org
Are you doing well?
FROM: zabi.mineva@cdc.org
Forgive me for the time this has taken.
FROM: zabi.mineva@cdc.org
I am Mineva Zabi. I spoke to both Ansem and yourself within the hub the other day.
FROM: zabi.mineva@cdc.org
Are you doing well?
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
You're right.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
Having a heart is harder than I thought it would be.
You're right.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
Having a heart is harder than I thought it would be.
[ He does not answer right away, has to mull it over but in the end Mineva is just trying to be nice and he knows it. ]
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
You don't have to apologize, I kind of made a mess, you didn't have to contact me at all.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
I'm okay, thank you.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
You don't have to apologize, I kind of made a mess, you didn't have to contact me at all.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
I'm okay, thank you.
[ He holds her hands tightly, his head hanging forward because no one ever really wants to be watched while crying. Not even when they're best friends, strung together over time and space by love and suffering. ]
Sora told me he was sorry, about what happened. He wouldn't make us disappear. So I'm going to figure it out.
[ He looks up at her, his eyes wide with determination and dreaming, cheeks wet. ]
I'm going to make sure that we don't have to disappear.
Sora told me he was sorry, about what happened. He wouldn't make us disappear. So I'm going to figure it out.
[ He looks up at her, his eyes wide with determination and dreaming, cheeks wet. ]
I'm going to make sure that we don't have to disappear.
[ Roxas's eyes go wide, a moment of hesitation. There's an instinctual reaction that it's not D'artagnan he bears so much ill will towards. But... After a moment he reaches out like a sleepwalker to take the other sword.
His memories swirl back to a fake sword in a fake world, roiling over the thoughts of the lovely lies that Ansem had woven for him. There is no part of him that thinks any of it was done out of kindness, it was all an insult to offer him merely a few days of normalcy and existence and then to rip it away.
He hadn't wanted to fight Axel either, but by then the betrayal was too raw and his friend had stopped listening, both of their malformed hearts weeping over a girl they had both tried to save and neither could remember.
He closes his eyes tightly for a moment, gripping the hilt of the sword in his hand until his knuckles go white, and then he back up a few steps. He normally fights dual wield, but when he only has one he takes a stance with both hands curled around the weapon.
He has been taught a little better than this by his PKN7 training, but now isn't the time for technique. ]
Ok.
His memories swirl back to a fake sword in a fake world, roiling over the thoughts of the lovely lies that Ansem had woven for him. There is no part of him that thinks any of it was done out of kindness, it was all an insult to offer him merely a few days of normalcy and existence and then to rip it away.
He hadn't wanted to fight Axel either, but by then the betrayal was too raw and his friend had stopped listening, both of their malformed hearts weeping over a girl they had both tried to save and neither could remember.
He closes his eyes tightly for a moment, gripping the hilt of the sword in his hand until his knuckles go white, and then he back up a few steps. He normally fights dual wield, but when he only has one he takes a stance with both hands curled around the weapon.
He has been taught a little better than this by his PKN7 training, but now isn't the time for technique. ]
Ok.
FROM: zabi.mineva@cdc.org
I'm glad to hear.
FROM: zabi.mineva@cdc.org
Tensions have been high all around. Don't be too hard on yourself for giving into those. Learn from it.
[It's not a lecture, though it certainly may read like it.]
I'm glad to hear.
FROM: zabi.mineva@cdc.org
Tensions have been high all around. Don't be too hard on yourself for giving into those. Learn from it.
[It's not a lecture, though it certainly may read like it.]
Edited 2014-12-25 18:52 (UTC)
[ More hesitation. He doesn't know if it's worth it, but he tries to be open with people. He thinks it's the best way to learn. ]
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
I really wanted to leave my old life behind.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
I guess it just doesn't really work like that.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
I really wanted to leave my old life behind.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
I guess it just doesn't really work like that.
FROM: zabi.mineva@cdc.org
Unfortunately not. One must always contend with their pasts no matter where they go themselves.
[She does feel for him really, the same as she felt for Ansem. It all reminds her far too much of her own thoughts on her family's past and the pain of those they hurt along the way. And the ones she herself hurt.]
Unfortunately not. One must always contend with their pasts no matter where they go themselves.
[She does feel for him really, the same as she felt for Ansem. It all reminds her far too much of her own thoughts on her family's past and the pain of those they hurt along the way. And the ones she herself hurt.]
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
My past was not existing at all.
[ It's a bit harsh, if they were face to face his voice would be a bit snippy. He doesn't understand the feeling, not entirely. If one of his friends had said something similar to him, he would have accepted it more easily. Maybe because they already knew how hard he's been scrabbling to make his second chance worthwhile. Mineva doesn't know him. He doesn't know why that makes him upset. ]
My past was not existing at all.
[ It's a bit harsh, if they were face to face his voice would be a bit snippy. He doesn't understand the feeling, not entirely. If one of his friends had said something similar to him, he would have accepted it more easily. Maybe because they already knew how hard he's been scrabbling to make his second chance worthwhile. Mineva doesn't know him. He doesn't know why that makes him upset. ]
FROM: zabi.mineva@cdc.org
... Not existing?
[The comeback would be more snippy if she could both hear it and understand it. Did he mean his past didn't exist? Then again, she also realizes he might not want her questioning him.]
FROM: zabi.mineva@cdc.org
I'm afraid I don't understand all the details, of course. Forgive me, I have no wish to offend.
... Not existing?
[The comeback would be more snippy if she could both hear it and understand it. Did he mean his past didn't exist? Then again, she also realizes he might not want her questioning him.]
FROM: zabi.mineva@cdc.org
I'm afraid I don't understand all the details, of course. Forgive me, I have no wish to offend.
Edited 2014-12-26 04:20 (UTC)
do you want to action the fight or handwave? i'm good either way
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mousquetaire
2014-12-26 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ D'Artagnan nods, and a smile briefly flashes across his face.
He doesn't ultimately know if this will help. All he knows is that when he feels vengeful, when his temper is close to getting the better of him, that this can help him focus. That Athos has used training as a way of making him control his impulses, even when the fight is deeply personal.
So he'll try it. Maybe it will help.
He gets into position, and turns the sword in his hand until he's holding a low guard. He paces out into the room, giving them more space. He'll let Roxas make the first move. ]
He doesn't ultimately know if this will help. All he knows is that when he feels vengeful, when his temper is close to getting the better of him, that this can help him focus. That Athos has used training as a way of making him control his impulses, even when the fight is deeply personal.
So he'll try it. Maybe it will help.
He gets into position, and turns the sword in his hand until he's holding a low guard. He paces out into the room, giving them more space. He'll let Roxas make the first move. ]
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
My world is pretty different. Everyone gets confused about it.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
I'm... I used to be part of someone else.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
He got split apart with some really strong magic.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
And in order for him to save the world, I had to go back to being part of him.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
And not being me anymore.
My world is pretty different. Everyone gets confused about it.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
I'm... I used to be part of someone else.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
He got split apart with some really strong magic.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
And in order for him to save the world, I had to go back to being part of him.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
And not being me anymore.
Iiii will sum it up, if you have more to add go for it!
desenchanter
2014-12-28 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ It will help, in the end. Roxas has a heart overflowing with feelings he cannot fully articulate, and he has always responded to that with anger; lashing out. Always, it was the path of least resistance, the easiest way to let loose what boiled inside of him. He has gained some emotional literacy in his time in the CDC, knows far more now than the fairy tale wisdoms he had acquired in brief term of existence.
But it's a relief not to think about it right now. He's done so much thinking and worrying and questioning. He feels miserable with himself, with his past, with his future. He's terrified to disappoint everyone, especially those who need him most.
He's not being asked to impress right now though. He's just being asked to let go.
For his small size, he is quite ferocious when his temper gets the better of him and he unleashes it. He's quick and he's strong but he is not thinking about defense and is easy to stun with a little bit observation. It doesn't keep him down for long, and with his thoughts swirling around him -- so many regrets and wishes and betrayals -- he eventually reaches a crescendo where he might just tumble too far into his anger.
But he doesn't. The clash of toy swords looses his from his grip, and he sits down, panting heavily.
He feels better, in a way, although he finds it entirely baffling that there are still tears on his face.
He doesn't know if he should be ashamed of himself or not. He's cried more in the past few days than he has in his entire life. He wipes at them in childish confusion. ]
Having a heart is way harder than I thought.
But it's a relief not to think about it right now. He's done so much thinking and worrying and questioning. He feels miserable with himself, with his past, with his future. He's terrified to disappoint everyone, especially those who need him most.
He's not being asked to impress right now though. He's just being asked to let go.
For his small size, he is quite ferocious when his temper gets the better of him and he unleashes it. He's quick and he's strong but he is not thinking about defense and is easy to stun with a little bit observation. It doesn't keep him down for long, and with his thoughts swirling around him -- so many regrets and wishes and betrayals -- he eventually reaches a crescendo where he might just tumble too far into his anger.
But he doesn't. The clash of toy swords looses his from his grip, and he sits down, panting heavily.
He feels better, in a way, although he finds it entirely baffling that there are still tears on his face.
He doesn't know if he should be ashamed of himself or not. He's cried more in the past few days than he has in his entire life. He wipes at them in childish confusion. ]
Having a heart is way harder than I thought.
[ she should, the explanation is long and stupid. ]
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
Yeah. You're right.
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
Yeah. You're right.
[Oh. Yeah, she wasn't really expecting something like that.]
FROM: zabi.mineva@cdc.org
Did you arrive here before that then?
FROM: zabi.mineva@cdc.org
Did you arrive here before that then?
FROM: roxas@cdc.org
No. The CDC took me back, from him.
No. The CDC took me back, from him.
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