itsjustagamerp | Someone is not amused by this crap.

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Someone is not amused by this crap.

Who: Roxas and anyone that feels like helping him vent
What: He's not happy about seemingly being skipped for getting a power back.
Where: Rec Deck
When: Noonish
Warnings: Violence, potentially language

If anyone was looking for Roxas at the moment, they'd find him on the rec deck pounding the stuffing out of a dummy with a couple of wooden swords. Some of his frustration is over things going on back home. But, some of it is about how it seems like he's been screwed out of having any powers this week while everyone else seems to have gotten at least one back.

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"What's eating you?" Isa asked as he entered the room.

Roxas smacked the dummy twice more before answering, "A lot of things. Mostly stuff going on back home. But, well..."

Well, how could he admit he was irked over something going on with this satellite when everything going on with the satellite tended to be annoying?

"I don't think the dummy has anything to do with that." Isa rolls his eyes for a moment, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really? It's just... a lot of things are crazy lately and the icing on the cake is getting back here and then not getting a power back when everyone else did. It's almost like the place is mocking me." He was prodding at the dummy as he spoke. When he finished, he smacked it hard enough to shake the stand. It tipped, but didn't fall.

"Oh come on, it had to give you something, maybe it's just not obvious."

"I've tried all of them and none of them has done anything." By this point, Roxas was just poking at the dummy and sulking. Could anything go right for him? Anything at all?

"Maybe there's just something you're overlooking, Roxas."

"Like what? No magic, no Keyblade, no corridors, no flying. I've literally got nothing." Roxas emphasized each point with a smack to the dummy. He knew just being skipped over for a power wasn't really something to be that upset about, but it just happened to be the last little thing to push him over. There was a lot more on his mind.

He was actually overlooking something, but he'd used it so rarely it wasn't really a hard thing to forget.

"Are those all your powers from back home?" Isa asked as he wandered over to get another toy sword from a pile of them.

"Yeah."

And then he realized that Isa was headed over to get a practice sword. Color him amused as so far he'd only seen Isa to be able to fight when this bucket gave him abilities that called forward to what he would become. If he was going to offer to spar, this could turn out to be entertaining.

Xion had planned to do some training that day--she only had a week in which she'd be able to use her Keyblade, after all. While she wasn't surprised to see Roxas there, she was a bit surprised to see him so...invested in his sparring match with the dummy.

"Roxas?"

Roxas wasn't exactly invested in pounding on the dummy. It was more just blowing off steam. He stopped when he heard his name, though.

"Hey."

He'd looked pretty serious about it, though. Maybe that was because he had a lot on his mind--they still hadn't been able to get everyone together to discuss things, yet.

"Hey. Mind some company?"

If he wanted to actually spar to blow off steam, that was okay with her.

Yes, yes he did have a lot on his mind. He realized that the assault on the dummy couldn't possibly have been taken for anything other than what it actually was: venting.

"That might be a good idea."

He was thinking that sparring might be a good idea, though he wasn't sure who to ask at the moment. If someone offered, he would take it, though.

Having tried this form of venting before, Xion knows the signs. That said, she could at least offer to help Roxas the way Kotetsu had helped her once. She dismissed her Keyblade and held out a hand for one of the practice swords.

"Want to spar for a bit?"

"That sounds like an idea."

Roxas handed over the sword and took a ready stance. He hadn't really done a whole lot of sparring with anyone while he was here before, now that he thought of it.

"I'd say the loser,pays for ice cream, but..." Xion accepted the sword, moving into a ready stance of her own. They really hadn't sparred that often when he'd been on the satellite before. Then again, the craziness of the satellite sometimes didn't allow them much time to spar or train.

"Munny isn't exactly an issue here." They could figure something else out for that. To be honest, though, he wasn't exactly interested in wagers at the moment. Besides the practice being a good thing, sometimes sparring was cathartic.

There was only the briefest moment where he debated starting out defensively or just jumping in. He chose the latter, moving into a three part combo that he was already pretty sure would be evaded or blocked.

He had to admit, though, that it actually kind of felt weird to only use one weapon, even though that had been his norm for a long time. He knew why he started to dual wield, sort of, but it didn't change the fact that it had become a preference. Perhaps this sparring session would be good for him on more ways than he thought.

"Right." Xion wasn't really that invested in the wager. She just remembered a few times they'd made similar bets regarding who finished their mission first or who collected the most hearts. The main goal right now was to practice and help Roxas let off some steam.

Xion managed to block the move, then countered with a combo of her own. Considering that they'd developed a lot of their techniques together, and practiced together, landing a hit could be difficult. Not that that mattered at the moment.

Xion had only ever used one weapon, so there was nothing different there. Getting used to a sword again after nearly a week of using the Keyblade, however, was strange. Well, she could use this chance to become reacquainted with what she would have to work with after the week was over.

No, she wasn't going to have an easy time hitting him. He dodged all but the last swing of the combo, which he blocked instead, and retaliated with a quick diagonal swing that he pretty much expected to be either dodged or blocked. If it connected, he might move into a combo. If not, he was open for a counterattack.

Once consolation was that he'd have a hard time hitting her as well. Instinctively jumping out of strike range after he block helped her dodge his swing. Once clear, she took the opening to try another combo.

That was more or less expected. He took a couple hits, blocked the third and jumped back a bit to get some distance. Wooden swords were safer for sparring, yes, but there still tended to be some bruises. On the other hand, that was just fine. It pulled him in a little more and got his mind off of some of the crap that was bothering him, if only because thinking of it while sparring would only lead to a very decisive butt kicking.

He back off a bit, taking a more defensive stance. Defense wasn't exactly a strong suit for him and he knew he needed to work on it. He would wait this time, try the block and counter again see if maybe a faster reaction time on his counter might make get him somewhere.

Losing focus would definitely be a bad idea, because as familiar with each others' styles as they were, they still needed to pay attention in order to block or dodge correctly. Fortunately since they were using wooden swords, a hit didn't result in anything worse than a bruise so long as they were careful. When he jumped back, she took a step back herself, the better to evaluate the situation.

It looked like she was on the offensive again. She needed to practice her defense, too--maybe they'd just end up taking turns. That wouldn't be bad. Deciding to give the combos a break for now, she aimed a blow to his side.

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Someone is not amused by this crap.

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Sudden headcanon is go, sorry.^^;;;

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