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Forty-Ninth Keychain -[Voice]

I really wish they'd stop taking her already. What's the point? They better give her back soon, or...[He just trails off, making a less-than-pleased noise.]

Man...I need to get out more. The rain's never stopped me before, but it's almost getting too cold. It's going to turn into snow soon, and then I'm really stuck. Makes me wonder...

Anybody up for a sparring match? Pick a place, pick a time, I'll be there.

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[...no seriously, how the hell did Sora do this as a lion? Roxas wastes no time with really questioning that though before he's jumping up to join Bon Clay on the beast's back, throwing a few Strike Raids at its head. He doesn't pause very long before he unleashing a full-out attack, swinging and twirling Oathkeeper and Oblivion in circles to try and keep it down for as long as possible.]

Okay, that's good, but any other bright ideas?!

[And while the upper half conjures fire out of thin air to form a barrier around itself, Bon Clay is forced to stand back and wait for an opportunity to strike.]

Well I would hope you have something to counter all this magic everywhere, because I certainly-

[And then? The upper half turns invisible.
Enjoy.]

... don't.

[Hold that thought, dodging the fire and attempting to block with his Keyblades.] I'm not really into countering. [Mostly because Roxas' fighting style? He's heavy on offense, not so much defense. However, that plan's quickly thwarted when the Shaman-portion of the Groundshaker disappears. There's a frustrated growl at that and Roxas is backing up a little.]

Okay, new plan. Run. [And Roxas is just...you know, going to move out of the way because he knows better. He has to avoid the giant head of the Groundshaker while trying to guess where the Shaman's going to pop up, but he can't stay still.] As soon as he comes back though, be ready to take him out!

Nnngh... you're the one with weird magic swords, so you can hurt him more!

[Bon Clay then takes off, running around on the beasts back in the hopes that flailing around will draw the Shamans attention.]

Just keep on your toes and hit him before he hits me!

[Nrgh. Right, Bon Clay has a point. He has the Keyblades, he can do this!

...buuuut for now he's busy running and keeping out of the way.] Yeah, sure, just stay away from the head! [Mostly because that head? It's going to start rotating while the Shaman's mask starts spewing fire and magic. Roxas continues running around to avoid it, waiting until the Shaman comes back. Once it does, you can bet it's back to spinning and smashing with the Keyblades.]

The heeeaaaaagh!

[Bon Clay sees that head-rotation and does NOT want any part of it. Trying to evade the sudden fireballs all over the place is not an easy task, but he makes a valiant try at it. And when the damn thing de-cloaks Bon Clay CONTINUES to run around- trying to draw it's attack away with the odd kick to it's back, or just about generally make sure the squishy little kid doesn't get hit.]

[Squishy little kid eh? Roxas is a bit too preoccupied wailing on the Shaman mostly as much as he can before it can have a chance to disappear again, not even noticing Bon Clay until the last minute. He sees a kick from the corner of his eye suddenly though and he moves out of the way quickly, letting the foot connect with the back and Strike Raiding at the head.]

Just keep hitting him. Focus on the smaller one, not the big one! [Man, this thing better go down soon.]

[The Shaman, confused and angered by the dual assault now turns to focus on Bon Clay and winds his fist back to deliver a most punishing blow!

Unfortunately Bon Clay sees the attack coming a MILE away, and leads into the air before it can connect. And once there, he begins to spin... and spin. And spin. And spin. In the mere seconds it takes to go through the air Bon Clay spins so many times he builds up enough centrifugal force to not only send the Shaman slamming into the back of the Groundshaker, but in fact it bounces back once it hits the 'ground' and slams face down as well!]

Now! Do your think, kid!

[...very nice, Bon Clay. Very nice indeed. Roxas doesn't have time to compliment that particular attack though, seeing how he's gearing up for a finishing combo. Despite the powercap, Roxas still can control some of his abilities. He jumps up high in front of the Shaman, seemingly floating in midair before sending out three pillars of light that set a glow around the arena. Blue orbs start flying out of his hand, only one at a time but aiming at the head. Hoping that the beast is blinded and defenseless, Roxas comes down from floating and suddenly rushes at the Groundshaker, slashing it from side to side and ending it with one final spin. The Groundshaker roars in defeat and rears up, throwing the Shaman Heartless off of its back and pitching it forward. Said Heartless somersaults and lands on its face, cracking its mask then and as Roxas gets out of the way, the entire monster disintegrates into thin air.]

...so...now you know what kind of stuff we have in our world.

[The monsters fade away, and the room turns into the regular simulation-chamber. Bon Clay starts looking for towels the SECOND he returns because goodness, that was NOT an easy battle.]

I'd say- and you're one of the top-ranking banana there too, I presume?

[He shrugs as he watches, just dismissing his Keyblades and sighing.]

...maybe. I wouldn't really say that. [Because really, it's Sora that's the top-ranking banana here. But technically he's part of Sora, so...hm.] Okay yeah, something like that.

Ooh, trying to wear some false modesty?

[And Bon Clay, ever the one to ignore others personal space when he feels like it, simply ruffles Roxas big spiky locks. MAN they feel weird.]

Take it from me- it doesn't really suit you, Blondie.

[Swatting at suddenly. Hey, no ruffling the hair, man!]

What, modesty? Or false modesty?

[But Bon Clay cannot help it- Roxas is, for all his power, like the most adorable ornery hedgehog he's ever seen. How is one supposed to NOT fawn and pet such a little cutiepie~?]

False modesty- you seem like the far too blunt type to make that kind of behaviour work for you.

[That is perhaps the best description of Roxas I've ever heard. Roxas, however, probably would not be so thrilled to be fawned over, though he does blink in surprise at the statement.]

I guess you have a point. Besides, I'm one of the only people who can use the Keyblade anyway.

Is that what you call it? Hah, well it's certainly a descriptive title... and quite powerful for a blade without an edge.

[Bon Clay leans WAY down to inspect Roxas a little bit closer, as if staring intently at his undernourished stickboy body would somehow yield knowledge about his gigantic, magical key.]

Is it something you get with training, by acquiring one or are you just born that way?

Yeah, that's what it's called on my world. [Bon Clay bending will never not be odd to him, and he just keeps an eye on the man. Hello to you, too.]

...both, I guess. I've known how to use one since I was born, but this guy I know had to train to learn to use his. It depends if your'e destined to be a Keyblade Master.

... Destined? Eesh, heavy subject for someone your age... I think. How old are you anyway?

Physically, about sixteen. Actually I think about three or four now.

... [Yeah- still this face.]

Come again?

I think...Sora's almost seventeen now, and I was born when he was fifteen, and I've been in Luceti over two years now. That sounds right.

You are... uh. Huh. so.

[Bon Clay tries for approximately one and a half minute to act as if that made any sense whatsoever before he decides that doing so would be stupid and pointless.]

Yeah okay Blondie, I'm going to admit that I have no idea what's even being discussed anymore.

[SIGH. It's all fun and games until Roxas has to explain himself.] It's a really long story, but it's true.

[There is something very peculiar going on here. It certainly doesn't LOOK like he's tricking Bon, and he seems to believe his own words... but someone who is born three or so years ago and look like THIS? How is that possible...]

... Well. No need to go into too much dull details now, I'm sure we could both use a shower and make-over after THAT whole procedure...

But if you wouldn't mind telling me, I think I'd like to hear your story one day.

[He only gives him a slightly weird look at the make-over portion of that statement, but he nods in agreement.]

Right, sure. Your idea's a better one for now. But maybe some other time I can tell you about it.

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