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Someone really wishes this was all a dream...

Who: Roxas and anyone who encounters him
What: He needs to figure out who's evil and who's not. He's wandering around while he works out how best to figure this out.
Where: Anywhere, though starting by the vending machines
When: Noonish
Warnings: Depends on who tags him, so, possibly violence and/or language

This was a fine mess they were all in. Shunted into a mirror universe with some people taking on their mirrored personalities and some not, it was difficult to tell who could be trusted and who couldn't. Roxas knew for sure that Pinkie Pie hadn't been mirrored... mostly because she wasn't bothering to pretend and had gone and pretty much broadcast it over the Cambot network. Vanitas and Selphie hadn't been either, but they'd arrived after the jump and were stuck up on the satellite with the mirrored Mads where they really couldn't help. He suspected it was possible that Minako hadn't been mirrored, but it was hard to say. Other than that, he knew for sure that Sora, Riku and Ven had been mirrored from observing their interactions with Vanitas and Sora's recent message over Cambot bitching about all the talking and how it had better be picking out an experiment. After that, he was clueless, though he could think of a few people he hoped weren't mirrored. He'd told Vanitas flat out that it could be problematic if Aqua had been mirrored. He didn't even want to consider Xion or Namine mirrored...

'This couldn't suck any worse,' he thought as he poked about the vending machines. He'd been looking around to see if his mirror self kept a journal of any kind, but so far had turned up squat. After a while, he'd given up. He didn't keep one himself (time in the Organization didn't count) and it had only really been wishful thinking to hope that his mirror self did. It would have been helpful, but there wasn't one so he was going to have to wing it. Sighing, he got a bag of pretzels and a soda out of the machine and headed off to look for someplace to hang out that was hopefully out of the way. He was pretty sure an encounter with Sora right now would blow his cover, assuming no one suspected already that he was behaving strangely.

Maybe the library would be worth poking around it, since this place seemed to actually have some good literature on hand. Not to mention he already knew someone else's diary might be stashed there and a little research might be needed to get that person's help with getting out of this universe.

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A soda fell to the bottom of the vending machine, and Sora grabbed it up and opened it with a carbonated pop. He and Roxas did banter a lot, although it was almost never good-natured. He couldn't help wondering if this was their usual banter, or something else...Roxas usually shot a nasty name back at him when Sora used one for him.

"I don't see why I should bother. And at least I've been busy doing something."

Lacking knowledge of how exactly his mirror self normally handled Sora's behavior, Roxas couldn't be sure if he'd done anything that tipped Sora off about him not being evil here. It hadn't really occurred to him that his mirror self might reciprocate the name calling. Even if it had occurred to him, he wasn't so sure he could be quite that mean.

Or maybe he could. His frustration with the situation certainly made being civil difficult. Maybe that would help, "It might reduce the urges to smash that fat head of yours against the wall. And really? Bullying the pretty boy and bitching about what everyone else should be doing? Real productive, that."

At least sarcasm was easy for Roxas even when he wasn't in a bad mood. If he was lucky, that might help him here.

Sarcasm at least was something that both the normal and the mirror Roxas shared. Although now it seemed a little more out of frustration than out of their usual mutual contempt.

"Why don't you go ahead and try? Maybe this time would be even funnier," he replied with a sneer. Even as he casually drank the soda with one hand, his other curled into a fist. Getting into fistfights was not unusual for them...in many ways, Sora even looked forward to them.

"And what do you care what I do with that overpreened wuss?"

So apparently mirror Sora was always looking for a scrap. Roxas wondered if maybe it was for the better that he couldn't find a journal for his mirror self. It might just be a more sordid read than Riku's.

The implication that his mirror self may have tried to bash Sora's head into the wall before didn't sit well. Maybe it made sense, though. He chose not to dignify that remark, though. There was something else a little more deserving of comment.

"I don't care, really. I just think it makes you look kind of pathetic. I mean, really? How tough do you think that makes you look?"

Rock and a hard place, this. Roxas didn't want this to escalate to fisticuffs, but it was starting to look like it would raise more suspicions if it didn't go that way.

Roxas certainly wasn’t giving his usual level of confrontation...true, he did insult his strength and motivations, but Roxas usually threw it back with a bit of boasting on his part, too. And he apparently didn’t have anything to say to his challenge. That just made Sora want to throw out challenges even more.

“I don’t care how tough you think I look. Riku needs the discipline.” As he said it, though, the manic grin seemed to more indicate that mirrored Sora just found bullying mirrored Riku to be fun. “Anyone else, I can show them how tough I am!”

The soda can in Sora’s hand began to crack and crinkle as he squeezed his fingers tighter around it.

Well that was interesting. Roxas halfway suspected that Sora knew already that something was off. His response to the lack of response to the challenge made Roxas uneasy, but letting on to that would probably cause more harm than good.

Even though it was already apparent that his reason for the bullying was amusement, it did seem like Sora hadn't liked the implication that he picked on Riku to make himself feel or seem tougher. Roxas could probably work with that, even if it probably called for working towards something he really would have preferred to avoid. Oh well. It wasn't like he was a sniveling weakling who couldn't handle getting his ass kicked or kicking ass if he needed to once in a while. "Whatever you need to tell yourself to feel better."

Maybe a good scrap would let off some pent up frustration and make planning a little easier.

By now, Sora was definitely suspecting that something was amiss with Roxas. He wasn't throwing back his usual insults, and seemed to be putting on a show more than really being himself. This seemed like as good an excuse as any to...persuade some more truths out of him.

"If you say so..." With that, Sora reached back and punched Roxas across the face.

"Hey, I feel better already!"

Well that was... not entirely unexpected given the indications in conversation. Roxas just hadn't expected it to come with so little provoking. Caught off guard, he staggered with the blow.

It might have taken him a little longer to decide on striking back if not for the remark about feeling better already after the punch. Really, this wasn't Sora, in some ways. Therefore, retaliating in kind didn't feel quite as bad. If Sora remembered this exchange, he would probably feel like shit, but Roxas couldn't afford to raise any more suspicions. If fisticuffs and nastiness between their mirror selves was common, he'd have to go with it.

"Oh yeah? How does this feel?" 'Feel' was emphasized with a boot to the groin.

That punch had felt good, and Sora was ready for a fight...but he wasn't ready for Roxas to immediately go for the low blow and kick him below the belt. Mirrored or no, blunt trauma to the groin was terribly painful no matter what, and Sora nearly collapsed onto his knees with a sharp grunt of pain.

It took him more time to recover from that retaliation, and when he did, he didn't have any response for Roxas. He just gritted his teeth in rage, and while he was down low, drove his fist hard into Roxas's stomach with the intent to knock the wind out of him.

While Roxas was better prepared for the incoming hit this time, it still knocked the wind out him. Not fun, but it wasn't going to put him down either. It did give Sora a little more time to recover, though.

At least Roxas was ready for wherever this was going to go, hopefully. He had noticed that here in the mirror verse, Sora seemed to be a bit stronger and it was possible this could end badly. Just how badly was the question...

Sora took advantage of the time given him by Roxas recovering from his last punch. Unfortunately, the kick to the groin had turned this little fight from something more common to something more rage-inducing, at least on Sora's side. He growled, managed to get to his feet again, reached up and gripped hard around Roxas's jaw, while raising his other fist. He looked prepared to deal Roxas another blow...something that would hurt a lot.

"You're going to regret that, Copy."

Oh this was going to hurt more than Roxas had been expecting. He'd expected retaliation to come quick. He hadn't been expecting Sora to more or less grab him by the neck to hold him for the next blow. He also hadn't expected the words that had accompanied it.

He would worry about responding to that after breaking out of Sora's grip... if he could. Here was where the difference in strength presented a problem. The best he could hope for was to try to block the incoming punch with one hand while trying to pry his way out of Sora's hold with the other.

Could this get any worse?

If he had his Keyblade, Roxas would have been in an even greater world of hurt. But even without it, he could still inflict a lot of pain.

And he did, starting with a hard punch in the jaw made worse by the fact that he still had him by the neck. He followed it up by bringing his knee up into Roxas's ribcage.

If they had their Keyblades, this fight might be going a little differently, though probably not by much.

By what what miracle that punch neither broke his jaw nor knocked any teeth, Roxas didn't know. What he did know was that it hurt like hell and the follow up knee to the ribs cracked something at least. Two could play that game though, Roxas kicked out, aiming for Sora's gut. He was pretty sure another nut shot was a bad idea, given the response to the first... even he had felt somewhat justified in the first one since Sora had gone off and punched him with almost no provocation.

So it had gotten worse and Roxas couldn't help feeling that there was still more that could go wrong...

That kick in the gut definitely hit home, and Sora grunted in pain. This was definitely more than their usual brawling, but considering the fact that he seemed to be winning, Sora almost didn't mind.

Hyped up on adrenaline from the fight, Sora ignored the pain in his stomach and grabbed up Roxas again, this time by the collar. He then turned, and moved to smash him into the wall. Even shielding himself from the impact, Roxas would likely feel a lot of that.

Son of a bitch! How much stronger was Mirror Sora exactly? Roxas was finding out the hard way. On top of that, Sora was clearly enjoying this.

Getting smashed into the wall certainly did nothing for his situation, unless making it worse counted. Any effort to shield himself from impact was still going to see him getting hurt. In this case, throwing out hand to try to catch himself and soften the blow only resulted in jamming his wrist in a way that may or may not have broken it.

It didn't stop him from retaliating, though. If Sora didn't start covering for it, he was going to keep getting kicked.

Unfortunately, Sora had been paying attention enough to notice that Roxas was trying to kick him again. He got the first kick a little bit in the side and stumbled backwards from it, wheezing. The next time, however, he dodged it and answered with another hard punch in the stomach. He followed it up with his own kick, aimed at Roxas's knees with the intent to bring knock him off his feet completely. He grinned like a maniac the entire time, barely suppressing a laugh.

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