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[checkeredingly]

[No. No. Nonononononono. NO.]

[Roxas has frozen where he's standing, Keyblade summoned, but -- but -- there are so many of them and he doesn't --

Just one was bad enough. But all of these -- what is he -- what is he going to do?]

[Somebody snap this kid out of it before he gets eaten or something. :| Seriously.]

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[giraffedingly]

[/rock throw at head]

[checkeredingly]

[?!]

[giraffedingly]

[hiiiiiiiiigh and far away] Run away, idiot!

[checkeredingly]

[Wh-Who's talking -- ]

[checkeredingly]

[?!] What are you -- What --

[checkeredingly]

Wh- I- Let me down!

[journaledingly]

[grabs his shoulder]

Not the time for cold feet.

[checkeredingly]

Wh-- Who are you?

[journaledingly]

Not important now. Need to get out of here.

[looking around for something to fight with. Wishes he had Dan's grappling gun]

how nice of your icon to have his name there where I can see the spelling XD

[checkeredingly]

... right. [And, as if he senses what Rorschach is thinking, Roxas calls the Keyblade to his hand, ready to cut and run.]

[crownedingly]

[Maybe a Sora-shaped Heartless will snap you out of it a bit, Roxas--because that's what just sort-of ran past you, and is fighting those Slender Men with claws and blasts of Darkness.]

[checkeredingly]

[Roxas... doesn't really notice at first. He just sees more darkness, so he thinks it's a Slenderman, and so his immediate reaction is to draw his Keyblade --

But when he turns, there isn't anything there.]

[crownedingly]

[That's because it's out there, fighting the Slenderman. It's a different sort of Darkness than the one the Slender Men have; more like a Heartless, not necessarily malevolent, but it's instinct and reaction to an obvious threat.

There's a very short pause in which Anti Sora looks right at you, and the eyes dim out a bit, and features on the face become only slightly more distinct. He actually manages to speak, though there's a rasping quality to his voice in this form.]

R-Roxas... r-run... [This moment of slight clarity ends fast, the yellow glow returning to his eyes, his features fade back out and he starts tearing into those Slender Men again. That single moment might be the only thing that he even vaguely remembers once the time is up on Anti Form.]

[toweredingly]

[DID SOMEBODY JUST SAY HIS SON ROXAS WAS IN TROUBLE?]

[Roland darts out of nowhere, gun blazing, and grabs Roxas' arm with his free right hand]

Roxas! The ruins! Make for the ruins, and quickly - I will join you!

[checkeredingly]

[NOT ONLY IN TROUBLE, BUT BROKEN IN TERROR.]

[But Roland's gunfire and the grabbing gets his attention.]

Wha -- What? What're --

[toweredingly]

The ruins!

Quickly, now!