boy's a fighter.

[stillatrap.livejournal.com]

[If you've seen this Xion in the past few days, he probably hasn't been a ray of sunshine. He's frustrated, mostly with the Room's various Vanitae, but also with himself. Without the Keyblade, he's useless, weak, and can't seem to help the people who matter most no matter what he does.

It doesn't help that he hasn't seen Axel and Roxas in a long time, and he misses his best buddies.

After Curagaing the shit out of his arm (because that cast thing got old and fast), he's decided it's time to go through the weapons room. Feel free to spot him in there pawing through things, literally tossing this or that sword or bow or mace or whatever the case may be to the ground when he's not happy with it. A Xion in a bad mood is a grumpy Xion.

Looks like he might be in here for a while, too. Bother him, won't you?]

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[dawnrise]

What are you looking for?

[Guess who. She's at the door with her hands in her pockets, looking tired and disorganized with her missing shoes (her socks are bright yellow!) and wet hair.]

[stillatrap.livejournal.com]

[oh hey Riku. his expression softens a bit when he sees her, his movements slowing, though there's some confusion at her bedraggled state, too.]

... anything. I need to be better.

[dawnrise]

[Riku slides away from the door and inside, making her way right into the mess of weapons. She nudges a shield with her foot.]

Sword?

[stillatrap.livejournal.com]

... I was practicing with a katana a while back. But nothing feels right. Plus it's a pain to carry it around.

[he's loathe to admit it, especially because of all the trouble it caused, but he misses the Keyblade, and it shows on his face. drops down to kneel on the floor, digging through a mess he made of a certain group of swords, and picks out a foil, sighing as he turns it over in his hands.]

[dawnrise]

I know what you mean.

[She leans over to pick up an axe.]

About... a year ago, I had to carry a sword around on my hip.

[stillatrap.livejournal.com]

You did? [visibly surprised.] Why?

[was that an insensitive question derp derp. all innocent curiosity.]

[connectmyheart.livejournal.com]

[Starts a little with the weapons being dumped to the floor, having almost been passing by. Backs up and rests her hand on the doorway to look inside with a faint blink.]

[stillatrap.livejournal.com]

[you might need to speak up, Ven. he's pretty absorbed in his search, making a noise of frustration from time to time. holds up a spear and makes a face. it's nearly twice as tall as he is.]

[connectmyheart.livejournal.com]

Are you.. looking for something specific? [Maybe she can help! Carefully takes a step in, stepping around an axe on the floor.]

[stillatrap.livejournal.com]

[starts a little. sup surpraiz Ven. Xion blinks at her, then shakes his head, suddenly looking a little lost.]

Not really. I don't know where to begin. I haven't had a weapon that felt right since the Keyblade.

[connectmyheart.livejournal.com]

Oh, you had a Keyblade too? [It doesn't really come across her mind why he can't use one now, but smiles a bit as approaches past most of the weapons on the floor.] Well.. I'd say start with something you can use with one hand. [Looks along the rack.]

And if you're used to fighting with a Keyblade, depending on how you fight.. gotta be something lightweight probably.

[stillatrap.livejournal.com]

Yeah... [just blinks at her. damn, stop being so nice and looking exactly like Roxas, it makes my maybe-do-I-even-have-a-heart hurt.

still, he sighs a little and smiles just a tiny bit. he appreciates the help, at least.]

I was using a katana before. Think I could try something else?

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Is that a...boy Kairi? With black hair?

Bzuh.

Either way, Xion's appearance is enough to catch the derp's attention, so he'll approach.]

Looking for something?

[stillatrap.livejournal.com]

[oh jeez, another one. male this time, huh. blinks at him.]

I guess you could say that... I'm not really sure what I'm looking for, though.

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Hmm. Give him a second, as he takes a closer look at the room.]

Well, what kinda fighting do you usually do? There's tons of weapons to choose from!

[stillatrap.livejournal.com]

I used to fight with a Keyblade. Not anymore, though. I've been trying to find a replacement... I'm tired of just using magic all the time.

[folds one arm across his chest and props his chin up on the other hand, thoughtfully staring around the room.]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

A Keyblade? So does that mean you're an apprentice, too?

[Then again...a lot of people don't seem to know about them here, so probably not. Er...

He steps into the room a ways, looking at some of the walls.]

Well, if you used to fight with a Keyblade, then I'd say some kinda sword is your best bet. Something sturdy, but that all depends on how you fight, too.

[stillatrap.livejournal.com]

... no. [his brow furrows for just a moment, looking at Ven, but then he shakes his head and lets it go.]

Yeah, that's what I was thinking. But I tried a katana before and it didn't feel right.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

[ And one of those tossed maces got Keyblade'd over to the side. Sure, his Keyblade is very different from a usual Riku's, but that doesn't mean anything. ]

Hey, stop it! You're gonna poke someone's eye out. Like mine.

[stillatrap.livejournal.com]

[sdlgkhalkjshdlakj when did you get here INSTANTLY APOLOGETIC, staring at him wide-eyed.]

S-Sorry! I didn't realize anyone else was in here.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

[ he got there when your mom got here, ohhh. er, he looks down at his Keyblade for a moment before it disappears, before looking at Xion, trying to gla--wait, he looks familiar. ]

... hey, who're you?

[stillatrap.livejournal.com]

[still hesitant.]

My name is Xion...

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

... [ He has to think for a minute. ]

So you're like Saix...

[stillatrap.livejournal.com]

[excuse you. looks indignant and vaguely upset.]

What?! I'm nothing like her! Why would you say that?

[keepingoath.livejournal.com]

[Catches one of those swords as it goes flying, giving it an experimental swish.]