seven locks.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[Axel drags Roxas onto the Plane. Something seems to be different about the two. Most notably, Axel is wearing an apron.] Wait here, okay? I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere. [He darts off to find some thing, evidently in a hurry. Some might recognize it as "The Daddy Rush," the frenzy that overcomes parents and/or babysitters when their charge has made a mess of things.]

[ Roxas, for his part, is lacking his usual vest and has just a black tank-top on instead. He reaches out after Axel, presumably trying to grab his sleeve, but the redhead's already gone. The blank expression he has slowly transforms into confusion, and he wraps his arms around himself to ward off the slight cold of the Plane before looking around his new environment. ]

... Axel?

(ooc: Firstly: not really a joint post, despite appearances.
Secondly: experiment start! Roxas has suffered complete and total amnesia; the kind that makes you forget really, really basic stuff like in that new Kingdom Hearts game, amirite. Right now, he's very much like a duckling and is v. v. impressionable. He probably won't say much unless prodded, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't poke at him. ♥)

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[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ He looks over to her, since by now he recognizes his name, but unfamiliar person plus a lack of anything constructive in the sentence leads him to simply stare. ]

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She stares back for a moment, head tilting to one side, trying to figure out what's going on...]

Roxas, are you alright?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ His own head tilts with Naminé's. ]

... Axel?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

Axel? ... He's not here. At least, I don't think he is.

[She looks around. She wishes he was here... Her focus returns to Roxas.]

What's wrong?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

He said...

[ Roxas stares at her a bit more. ] ... "wrong"?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head.] You're not acting like yourself...

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ Blink. Blink. He frowns a little at her headshake. ]

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She frowns, too. Having no idea what to say anymore, she simply closes the distance, taking one of his hands with both of hers.]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ His attention turns to their hands. Lightly, he flexes his fingers, unsure of what to do with his hand now that she has it. ]

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head accordingly, trying to get him to look back up at her, to meet her eyes.]

Did something happen to you?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ Her voice gets him to look up at her, but the look simply remains curious and blank. Wide blue eyes somehow seem less... full than before. He regards how she's holding her head, then tries to mimic it. ]

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She watches hem carefully, lightly chewing on her bottom lip in the meanwhile.]

... Say something?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ He furrows his brows together for a moment. ]

... Okay?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

Okay. ... Roxas? Where's Axel?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Axel? He said... wait. Wait here, okay? Don't go anywhere.

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[She nods in understanding.] Alright. I'll wait with you. Is that okay? [Maybe Axel can explain...]

Are you hurt?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

... Okay.

Hurt? [ Again, he has to think about that. After a moment, he shakes his head. ]

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

Well, at least you aren't hurt. [She manages a tiny sliver of a smile, relieved.]

Do you... need anything?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Need?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[Nod nod?]

I want to help.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

What's... "help"?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

[... Oh.

Now that she sort of understands what's going on, Naminé frowns again. How much has Roxas forgotten, if he doesn't even know definitions of words? She assumes that he doesn't remember her name, which makes her heart sink and her chest feel tight, but hopefully it's temporary. And hopefully there's something she can do to help...]

Help is something you do for someone you care about when they're in trouble, or need something. You help them.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ Her frown makes him frown. ]

What's "trouble"?

[breathenothing.livejournal.com]

Trouble is... danger. Something bad, or wrong. [She's never had to define trouble before. This is difficult.]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Bad...?