fifty-fifth memory - video
[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.)