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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[pactum.livejournal.com]

[The staring makes Emil blink a few times. He's a little unnerved.]

Roxas...?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ He tilts his head, blinking at the use of his name. ]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

... Y-you're supposed to say "yeah"...

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ Supposed to say...? ] ... "Yeah"?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

... Because... that's your name.

Y-you're acting really weird.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ He simply blinks and returns to his staring. A trip inside his head would reveal that he's trying to figure out just what this person is trying to say to him, and whether it's worth figuring out or not. ]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil bites his lip.] Did you... forget everything? Like I did?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ A blink, then a slowly-forming confused look. ]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

I... um... [CRAP WHAT DO I DO]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ The confused look stays, but it seems to be more at Emil's stuttering now. ]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[in a small voice] So you don't remember me...?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ He frowns worriedly at the quiet, sad voice. That's bad, right? Did he do something bad...? ]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

I guess... I should tell you my name, then. I'm Emil. We're friends.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

E...mil? [ He still looks worried, but this is a name. Right? He can handle names. At the same time, he seems to have started rubbing his hands up and down his arms. ]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Emil. I-it's nice to meet you... again.

[he watches this behavior, then figures out that if he can't speak, he can't keep himself warm either] You cold?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ He doesn't know what to do with the "nice to meet you," so he focuses instead on the other part. ] What's "cold"?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Cold is-- cold is when bumps get on your arms and you kinda can't feel things. That's why people wear coats. [... yeah]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ He finds himself looking at his arms to check for bumps. But, uh, his hands are in the way. ]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[... wtf, Roxas. Emil reaches over to gently pry off a hand.] Uh. See? Those are goosebumps. Eheheh...

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ Roxas lets him, and looks closer at his arm now that his hand is gone. ]

... Goosebumps. They're "cold"?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

... Ah... sorta. You get them because you're cold. Here, I'll get you a blanket! [He pops off the Plane without further ado, and reappears a minute or two later with a big fluffy fleecy blue blanket.]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ Roxas has gone back to wrapping his arms around himself, but hasn't moved since Emil left. Cue some surprise at the blanket. ]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

This'll keep you warm. [He moves around behind Roxas and drapes the blanket over his shoulders, then pins it in place with a small, ordinary brooch.] There.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ Roxas tries to follow Emil with his gaze until the other teen steps behind him. When the brooch is placed, he reaches up to touch it and give it a curious look. ]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

... Ah, that's so it doesn't fall off.