[His head felt like it was going to split open. So many images, voices and feelings -it was completely overwhelming.
He'd been in his seat where the Organization assembled for important things; Where Nothing Gathers. It hadn't been too long after he'd joined -though in retrospect, conscripted was a more accurate term. That day when the Xemnas had said it was a commemoration and introduced the hooded figure below as number fourteen. And then there was that feeling back then -he could've swore that new new member almost immediately turned their head to look at him. It was almost unsettling.
Roxas was straining and pushing back against the flow, managing to refocus on the world in punctuated spurts; it was like watching something on a ruined reel of film where the scene was lost in sporadic intervals.
Her voice called, it wasn't in his head and it drew his attention as the prickling sensation of cold penetrated the layers of clothing on his back. It didn't touch him, but his unforgotten fighting instincts told him that the feel was so close because his assailants had nearly overtaken him.
This was taking a turn for the worse. Despite his new-found determination, just remembering so much all at once and in such a bizarre fashion was almost as crippling as the fear he felt at first.
Her yelp pushed the world into slow motion again. The world fuzzed to a haze of static briefly and another memory played. This time he remembered after laying waste to that group of Heartless with number fourteen. He'd just told them to go on ahead while he'd been planning to go to the Clock Tower again.
R-Roxas... That's your name, isn't it?
The memory became awash with static as a new scene played out. This time he'd just emerged from a Dark Corridor into Twilight Town and number fourteen stopped him. Drawing back the hood of their robe, he saw their face for the first time.
Good luck today Roxas.
You too, Xion.
It was all coming back. Memories of the times he'd sat up on that Clock Tower with Axel -there was a third person there!
Roxas blinked, his heart racing as he found himself in reality again. Hardly a split second had passed as the gravity of the situation weighed upon him. A shadow loomed just to his prone friend's form as she tried to recover -she'd be easy prey for it.
Not if he had anything to saw about it.]
Get down!
[He called out a warning as his body remembered how to Air Slide. In a flash he rushed her would-be assailant, his right hand igniting and sizzling the rain falling upon them. Roxas swung his fist, connecting with a fearsome straight-punch to the taller Heartless' torso where upon Firaga he'd prepared exploded into a brilliant conflagration, erasing the NeoShadow like a sketch being cleared from the world's page.
More came and he swung Oblivion around in a wide arc, cutting at least two down and forcing another back. His stance wide and eyes locked on his foes, the boy's freehand reached down to Xion without him looking at her.]
Are you alight?
[If she listened, there was more than the simple concern he'd demonstrated in his voice. It was faint, but there was undoubtedly recognition in there now.]
It's cool. I did say that you were welcome to re-write if you wanted
He'd been in his seat where the Organization assembled for important things; Where Nothing Gathers. It hadn't been too long after he'd joined -though in retrospect, conscripted was a more accurate term. That day when the Xemnas had said it was a commemoration and introduced the hooded figure below as number fourteen. And then there was that feeling back then -he could've swore that new new member almost immediately turned their head to look at him. It was almost unsettling.
Roxas was straining and pushing back against the flow, managing to refocus on the world in punctuated spurts; it was like watching something on a ruined reel of film where the scene was lost in sporadic intervals.
Her voice called, it wasn't in his head and it drew his attention as the prickling sensation of cold penetrated the layers of clothing on his back. It didn't touch him, but his unforgotten fighting instincts told him that the feel was so close because his assailants had nearly overtaken him.
This was taking a turn for the worse. Despite his new-found determination, just remembering so much all at once and in such a bizarre fashion was almost as crippling as the fear he felt at first.
Her yelp pushed the world into slow motion again. The world fuzzed to a haze of static briefly and another memory played. This time he remembered after laying waste to that group of Heartless with number fourteen. He'd just told them to go on ahead while he'd been planning to go to the Clock Tower again.
R-Roxas... That's your name, isn't it?
The memory became awash with static as a new scene played out. This time he'd just emerged from a Dark Corridor into Twilight Town and number fourteen stopped him. Drawing back the hood of their robe, he saw their face for the first time.
Good luck today Roxas.
You too, Xion.
It was all coming back. Memories of the times he'd sat up on that Clock Tower with Axel -there was a third person there!
Roxas blinked, his heart racing as he found himself in reality again. Hardly a split second had passed as the gravity of the situation weighed upon him. A shadow loomed just to his prone friend's form as she tried to recover -she'd be easy prey for it.
Not if he had anything to saw about it.]
Get down!
[He called out a warning as his body remembered how to Air Slide. In a flash he rushed her would-be assailant, his right hand igniting and sizzling the rain falling upon them. Roxas swung his fist, connecting with a fearsome straight-punch to the taller Heartless' torso where upon Firaga he'd prepared exploded into a brilliant conflagration, erasing the NeoShadow like a sketch being cleared from the world's page.
More came and he swung Oblivion around in a wide arc, cutting at least two down and forcing another back. His stance wide and eyes locked on his foes, the boy's freehand reached down to Xion without him looking at her.]
Are you alight?
[If she listened, there was more than the simple concern he'd demonstrated in his voice. It was faint, but there was undoubtedly recognition in there now.]