If you find part of the way I play Roxas to be iffy - however small your complaint - let me know through this post so that I can address it as quickly as possible. All comments are screened to encourage crit, then unscreened once they've been sorted out unless you specify that you don't want yours to be. (Note: I'll ask before I do it.) Any of the roleplay tics are fair game: OOC behavior, infomodding, inactivity, powergaming, godmoding... I could go on, but it'd be tedious, and likely you know what you're after anyway. It's a slippery slope and I'd like to keep as far away from the edge as possible.

Alternately, you can use this post to talk to me if I'm lurking off of messengers. (Nothing reaches me faster than e-mail. If someone tried to shoot me and someone else managed to type up an e-mail saying, "YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE SHOT." I'd duck just in time for the bullet to shatter the window behind me.) You can find me three ways--

msn: obliviomancy[at]gmail.com
e-mail: obliviomancy[at]gmail.com
aim: k north some

At present, AIM is the most reliable contact, although I'm on e-mail a fair bit too. Either works!

... and because I ran out of room on his other post, now using his crit post as a linkdump for threads from March 2009 onward. Please do feel free to ignore them!
( I talk too much. )

( Profile under cut! )

( Miscellaneous information about Roxas )

As is my multi-tasking way, am also using this post to keep a record of Roxas's life in the City. Most of the shorts are small, irrelevant events that I'm recording for my own reference. Ignore everything below the cut if it suits you. ♥

( Nobody's history. )

[ public | text mode ]

Sora’s gone.

( edit | private to self )

(ooc: Replies in voice, he's affected by the curse but hasn't noticed because, uh, Sora leaving is completely new for him. Action for anybody interested at the Hall of the Missing. \o)

Man, they really are everywhere. [slightly out of breath.] Guess I’ll be missing work again.

( ooc note )

Hey, uh - looks like I'll be kind of late to work today. [pause. These words are still weird to him.] Sorry.

[The sounds of shifting, things rattling against each other, and the flick of a switch. But, instead of turning off, it goes to video mode. There's a brief, shaking glimpse of a post-it on a closing door. In clear black letters, it reads: MOVED. Then a gloved hand closes over the network device, pushing it further down into the box, and the screen switches off.]

(ooc: Backdated to yesterday afternoon. When you've stayed in the same place for a year to the point where a friend breaks in while you're sleeping and a frail girl with an axe tries to chop your door down to eat you, it's time to change addresses. Action or network is fine - he'll just be wandering around the City for a bit. With a box. Feel free to bump into him but ask if you want to run him over. :|b )

( private to Luxord )

I guess this is probably a good time to ask. Just how dangerous are the lower levels in the Underground?

(ooc: ITP - cranky Nobodies. Threadjacking is a go! Unless it's filtered, obviously.)

What kind of weird flavor is green tea?

Forget it. Vanilla, orange, sea-salt... so that leaves three more. ... I guess using food dye counts as cheating, huh.

Anyone know any purple, indigo or red ice creams?

[ organization filter ]

Is Xemnas back yet?

Is there a curse today that's giving people weird dreams or something? Or - Sora, you don't remember anyone named Cinderella, right? I think she had mice and... there was a castle too. Something important about the castle... someone we had to stop.

But if you don't remember, how did I

I asked him to erase me. A friend. But who

... Xigbar, I want to talk to you.

(ooc: Roxas = Ven reborn. Also known as "what the hell, this could be crack - but who knows, Nomura's the one plotting it." Strikes are gone. KH crew, I'll roll with whatever BBS theories come up.)

( off-network | notes shoved in a closet )

[ The device clicks on with a thunk as it hits the floor. There's the sound of shifting in the background. Apparently someone's kicked it off the mattress - and is sitting up now, startled. ]

Huh? ... Kaoru? What're you doing here?

[ Some shifting, a turn of the page. ]

Oi, Roxas~ You sleep in pretty late, too, you know? I got bored. This book isn't interesting at all.

You didn't answer my question. And - wait, how'd you get in?

I wanted to hang out, duh~ You have to meet someone.

... you know, you didn't have to wait for me to wake up. [ Getting out of bed now. Footsteps, and a closet door opening. ] Meet who?

I decided to be nice and not kick you off. I could do that next time, though~ [ A horrified pause - the closet's fault. ] Ah- it's a secret. So hurry! Hurry!

What? ... hey, that's not what I meant! [ The sound of a coat being slung over his arm as he walks back across the room - inadvertently kicking the device in the process. It skids into a wall and shuts off. ]

(ooc: Backdated a few hours, obviously. Roxas is in italics, Kaoru is not. Assume an IC twenty-minute delay for replies.)

I've been reading a lot lately. These books really aren't helping.

I guess I do know one thing, though.

[flagged to Xemnas | not filtered]

I'm not working with the Organization now or ever again. Don't make any more Heartless.

[The communicator clicks on to a series of flashes, dazzling and erratic, no coherent pattern to be discerned - unless you've ever seen Roxas fight. The strike of blade on blade is sharp, but the ring sounds nothing like steel. Another flare, another clash. The pure, eerie tone slices through the speakers in a rising scream -- that's abruptly cut off by a thud. Experts in this sort of thing -- and there are surely plenty of those in the city -- can probably identify it as the sound of a body hitting the ground.

Silence.

Then, a boy's voice cuts through the stillness - rough and quiet and familiar.]

Looks like this fight's over.

[Something like a keychain clinks faintly. Light marks the downward arc of a swing -- and then darkness bursts, enveloping everything.]

(ooc: Forward-dated a few hours  - just in time for Roxas's Philias and Phobias curse to wear off. ._.b Assume all initial replies are arriving ten or fifteen minutes late. Note: threads relating to details about the results of the battle have been ICly locked, on account of Organization creepers.)

Not this curse again. I'm not answering any weird questions this time.

(ooc: His memories are canon-compliant with the new game, but I'd really like if any spoilers had a SPOILERS warning in the subject. Otherwise, doubles and backdating and whatever else, I'm good for it all.)

( private ; almost unhackable )

I'm kind of sick of chocolate.

[automatic voice mode ]

[the click of a few keys. when this doesn't work, there's a sharp sigh. then, in a mutter--]

Great.

[funny how it sounds a little higher than usual. there's some static as Roxas notices and fumbles for the switch.]

[ text mode: activated ]
Forget what I said the other day, Kaoru. I'll see you tomorrow. Or whenever this is over.

How does every store run out of chocolate on the same day, anyway?

(ooc: In which he's a girl. Again. The chocolate has nothing to do with this. Assume text replies unless otherwise noted. \o)

Do fortunetellers ever get stuff right?

Really vague fortunes don't count. Then you're just guessing.

( filtered to Naminé )

Anyone track this thing down yet? And why does it keep talking about "dues"?

It's a city, all cracked lamps and neon signs blurred by rain. But there's a funny thing. Even if the streets seem to go on for ages, no matter where you wander, you always seem to come out to the same place: just in sight of a looming building. The lights are more erratic there - but even in the dark, the outlines are obvious.

The square is full of monsters.

Whirling along the slick and electric-shining streets, comes a boy in a black coat. If you get closer, though, you'll see that the blades in his grip aren't regular weapons. Actually, he doesn't have a grip at all. His are clock hands: minute-hands, secondhand and sharpened to thin blades. Under the rain's dim rush, you might hear the steady grind of clockwork as he races across the pavement.

He's only a clockwork boy, and the monsters he's slicing through have no substance at all.

Off to the side, probably somewhere close by, is Roxas in the same coat, hood up and arms slack at his sides. A keyblade - Oathkeeper - hangs low at his side, tip trailing along the ground. Aside from the slight, sharp breaths that break the rhythm every so often, he hasn't moved an inch.

(ooc: Clockwork boy will attack anyone standing in light/casting a shadow and, eventually, Roxas. The cogs'll always piece back together if he's destroyed, so feel free to wreck him. The scene's on loop. There is a way to end the dream, it has to do with the clockwork boy, and Roxas has no idea what it is. Open for regular talk / interference / solving / whatever.)

This better not be like last time. One day's long enough.

(ooc: Duplicates, spoilers, whatever, I'm good for it. \o/)

( private | unhackable )

( organization xiii filter )

Looks like the new fish is doing okay. At least it's not dead yet.

... hey, Sora. I need to talk to you.

One paper down, two to go.

I don't get it. A poem's a poem. You can't understand it because you'll never know what the poet was thinking. Great. So what are you supposed to say?

I still have to study for history and algebra, too. What a mess.

( private // unhackable )

It's kind of weird to stay on one world for this long. What's the longest that someone's been stuck here, anyway?

[ filtered to Demyx ]

I need to ask you something.

It's called Twilight Town.

There's not a lot to say. The first thing I remember's showing up there when Sora-- [rest is broken up by the communicator being mysteriously and unceremoniously dropped. Eventually, his voice comes clear again.]

... guess it's kind of a quiet world. It hasn't been taken by the darkness, but it's not in the light either. You can get a pretty good view of the town from the station tower. We used to go up there after the missions with some ice cream just to watch the sunset.

I'm probably never gonna go back.

... is this thing done yet? Great.

[click]

[Someone does not look best pleased. He's also sitting on the middle of his bed with his hands carefully far away from the network device. Somewhere over his shoulder, the wall looked slightly cracked.]

If people are switching powers today, that means that someone out there's got my Keyblades. I want them back.

How's this supposed to work, anyway? Everything breaks when I touch it.

(ooc: Switched with Ryoga. All answers are video, and - fair warning - Roxas will be breaking a lot of things and turning into a pig mid-thread. :x 'Cos he's just that graceful.)

Great. Just what I needed. A curse to make me see things that aren't real. This is getting really old. It's not like I didn't already know about staying away from that world.

At least Christmas is over.

Sora, what'd you want to talk about?

( ooc: list )