day 3

[otherness]

[Roxas is pretty spacy when he appears on the Plane again. He's thinking really hard about recent events, and he's also pretty damn frustrated. So, he's headed to the coliseum. It's a pretty good place to release some anger. He's tired on top of it all; there are bags under his eyes from the hours of constant searching and lack of sleep.

The pictures happen more often now, sometimes when he's conscious. Sometimes he wakes up in a cold sweat, shaking. None of it is good, and since he collapsed inside of Castle Oblivion...]

It just doesn't make any sense, [he murmurs as he stares up at the coliseum seats.] Why would she run away like that?

[ooc: Canonbump to Day 297. Trying not to be a flake about tags this time. >>;;]

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[darkercalling]

[Way to break his heart just a little bit more, Roxas... No, she isn't, not really. None of them are. Not Xion, not Roxas, not himself... none of them are. Hell, Xion's at risk of breaking down completely just because of what she is. But in the most immediate interpretation of the question...]

Yeah. [His voice is much softer now - no more defensive or challenging edge.] She is.

[otherness]

... Okay.

[But it's not okay.

Roxas doesn't know what to make of this... what to make of anything anymore. It's all falling down around his ears and he just wants it all to stop. No one's telling him anything. The dreams-- dreams like memories-- are getting worse and worse, and his best friend needs help and won't let him close enough to do anything.

His fists clench at his sides, the downward twist of his lips barely hiding a grimace. Who is this imposter of the Order? How can he earn Xion's trust when Roxas and Axel have been her friends from the very beginning?

It ticks him off and he can't do a damn thing to even let his anger out. Without warning, or even a goodbye, Roxas drops from the Plane. At least he can stare at the wall of his room in peace for a while.]