[cold hardly even begins to describe the way roxas feels right now. he's definitely not well equipped for this weather in a t-shirt, and generally just far more accustomed to warmer temperatures. most places he'd been to in his life had been temperate—though the desert was oppressively hot, his black coat had normally protected him better from the elements. and maybe that would work for the cold. but he doesn't have that coat, so he feels more like someone trapped him in a giant blizzaga for a week.
if there's one good thing the cold provides, it's a distraction, though. it's tough to think about some of the revelations about his past that came to light while in the jungle when he's trying desperately not to become roxas ice cream. his teeth may be chattering when he finally pulls to a stop. he doesn't have any intent of being left behind, but there's something he wants to try that would be easier if he wasn't moving.]
Okay... fire... [he mutters under his breath before casting a small fira spell in the palm of his hand. his eyes do light up a bit—elemental magic is definitely not his strong suit, and doing so in this cold takes a lot of energy. that's why the fire isn't bigger, but he'll start to walk again, keeping the fira lit as long as he can. if anyone wants a brief, moving campfire, this is your guy.
but there're no promises it'll last. seriously, his magic is pretty limited, for everything else he can be pretty decent with out on the field]
( phase iv )
[seeking a bit of solace sounds like a good idea. it's still dark when roxas separates from the others—not terribly far, but enough for him to get away from the hustle and bustle of the others looking to see what comes next. he's got a lot on his mind that stretches well beyond anything that ceres or the deities. it's all existential, and seems to fit well with the surroundings. despite everything, he finds a place to sit and stare out into what seems like an infinite horizon.
it makes him feel distant and spaced; his existence itself is fleeting, and now he feels even more alone than before. it's a bad time to let his personal problems bleed into the situation, but it's hard to help. he tucks his knees to his chest, watching on as the sun rises in the distance. it's slow, but it's different than anything he's experienced before.
he's used to sunsets, not sunrises.]
...I wish they could see this. [he mumbles quietly, before letting out a dry, almost bitter laugh.] Maybe then... we'd be able to sit here and figure out the answers.
[the answers to what? roxas doesn't specify, of course. since he thinks he's alone—he doesn't even notice any approaching footsteps as he watches on, completely engrossed in the view and his thoughts. it's the first time he's had to do this since the groups got separated by the deities, so he's just a tad bit on the distracted side. somehow, it makes him feel simultaneously better and worse, because there's an edge of familiarity to this sort of thing.]
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if there's one good thing the cold provides, it's a distraction, though. it's tough to think about some of the revelations about his past that came to light while in the jungle when he's trying desperately not to become roxas ice cream. his teeth may be chattering when he finally pulls to a stop. he doesn't have any intent of being left behind, but there's something he wants to try that would be easier if he wasn't moving.]
Okay... fire... [he mutters under his breath before casting a small fira spell in the palm of his hand. his eyes do light up a bit—elemental magic is definitely not his strong suit, and doing so in this cold takes a lot of energy. that's why the fire isn't bigger, but he'll start to walk again, keeping the fira lit as long as he can. if anyone wants a brief, moving campfire, this is your guy.
but there're no promises it'll last. seriously, his magic is pretty limited, for everything else he can be pretty decent with out on the field]
( phase iv )
it makes him feel distant and spaced; his existence itself is fleeting, and now he feels even more alone than before. it's a bad time to let his personal problems bleed into the situation, but it's hard to help. he tucks his knees to his chest, watching on as the sun rises in the distance. it's slow, but it's different than anything he's experienced before.
he's used to sunsets, not sunrises.]
...I wish they could see this. [he mumbles quietly, before letting out a dry, almost bitter laugh.] Maybe then... we'd be able to sit here and figure out the answers.
[the answers to what? roxas doesn't specify, of course. since he thinks he's alone—he doesn't even notice any approaching footsteps as he watches on, completely engrossed in the view and his thoughts. it's the first time he's had to do this since the groups got separated by the deities, so he's just a tad bit on the distracted side. somehow, it makes him feel simultaneously better and worse, because there's an edge of familiarity to this sort of thing.]