#murakumoisms

Roxas watches the endless number of masses of people just keeps growing and growing by the minute. Those who are skilled in the medical fields helping those who need it, healing any kinds of wounds. Those who risk their lives for others walking in with more and more people. Children crying, people whispering something influenced through fear. It’s pretty hard to watch. Roxas actually dispatches himself every now and then from one safe haven to the next to get people out of harm’s way. The guardians of this haven kind enough to let him regain some strength and rest. He shakes his head and sighs, standing up to walk over and offer food to the new comers seeking refuge. “Here you go,” his smile so fragile, but sincere in hopes of passing on the message that it’ll be okay. He would like to believe so anyway.

This strike has to be precise, it has to be definitive. It’s crucial that Roxas hits and slashes through his target in one or two clean sweeps. With the workings of a dual keyblade wielder on his side he summons the Oblivion keyblade. The keyblade he calls upon materializing within his grasp, eyes gleam in defiant determination of slicing his target in half for the life of him. He positions himself, battle stance is something he engages on minimally before he swings the keyblade in one and two quick motions.

“Hah!” The blade slices through its target’s surface. Right in half before he brings it up again to slice at it downward right through the middle before it falls apart. Faint red shade juices leaking from every front of the target, dripping down upon the grass and tainting it. The result..

A watermelon sliced to perfection in four clean slices. 

( character survey of doom )

mental & emotional

1. How intelligent is this character? Are they book-smart or street-smart?

he’s really rather intelligent, but frankly I’d definitely pin his intelligence more on the ‘book-smart’ side of things. not to say he isn’t street-smart at all, but I generally see him as handling knowledge-based decisions and problems better than urban problems. he’s not good with crowds (and frankly people in general) but, y’know. though I see Shu as kind of using his book-smarts towards being able to handle decisions that require more street-smarts better?

It piques his interests greatly--the different fabrics he sees lining the portion of the street he wandered upon, and he briefly thinks to himself how perhaps, if he could gain some more funds somehow, he could tailor some new outfits for Mademoiselle. 

His fingers gracefully skim over the different colors and textures, and a low hum escapes his throat as he ponders what would go best--something matching for himself, too, mayhaps. And--

the train of thought derails as he takes a step back and feels his back ram against something, causing Shu to immediately whirl around to try and discern just what it was that he’d run into.

Someone else, it seems.

“You!” He looks frustrated, as if he’d lost something great in the process, “have you no care for your surroundings?”

“Ah... please forgive Shu-kun. He’s a little on edge right now, okay~? We’re really sorry.”

STARTER CALL!!!! Will be uncapped!

With the unfamiliar surroundings, Jasper knows it’s going to take awhile for them to find the place they’re staying in. “.....Epsilon.” That’s the housing those scientists gave her. She’s slow, careful as she walks, what she assumes is the sidewalk. She’s doing her best not to outstretch her hand and rely on the buildings and walls. The man who trained her would be SO disappointed. 

“What is wrong with me,” She curses under her breath. It’s not like this is the first time she’s been on unfamiliar grounds.