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Who: Aqua and YOU!
What: It's hot, way too hot for anyone's likening and finding out your bff is gone REALLY sucks, so what better way to kill two birds with one stone than casting blizzard spells?
When: Today 9/7
Where: Far corner of the beach.

It was hard to swallow Terra was gone. He had managed to slip through her fingers again. Aqua had tried to make contact with him after he first arrived, but figured maybe he was making friends. She should've known something had happened. The same could be applied to Vanitas. He had been quiet since their last and only fight, but thought he was staying out of trouble. Did something happen between Terra and Vanitas that made them leave? Did Vanitas have a hand in Terra's sudden departure?

More and more questions ran through her mind making the guilt and worry grow. The heat wasn't helping either. The only thing she could do to channel her energy into was casting once ice spell after another along the beach. She managed to freeze a small portion of the water, allowing her to stand and throw her spells out to the horizon.

You had the chance to see him and wasted it. Shoving the thought aside and swallowing her own guilt she threw out another Blizzaga spell, creating strong icy winds and snow before throwing it out to the sea.

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That's never a good sign, he thinks to himself as he watches the ice-carnage. What happened now? And would it kill people to send him a message before going magic-crazy on everything else? Yeah, the weather sucks but what else is new?

It's not a magic or ice-carnage. It's Aqua putting her talents to good use! With the weather being as it is, it wouldn't hurt to have lots of ice and snow to add to the water to make it cooler, right? By the time she throws her final spell it ends with snow flakes coming down and her kneeling down on her small iceberg that's two feet away from the shore.

"Are you done recreating the scene from Titanic yet?" he calls out, "Because if you are, I need to start singing or posing. One or the other."

The keyblade in Aqua's hand disappears as she stands up again. She may not have an idea of what the Titanic was, but she could guess it was a movie Kirk had seen. She's managed to wear herself down, allowing her to find comfort in semi-exhaustion and hold back everything else weighing her down.

"Thought it could cool everyone off." she replied in a deadpanned voice.

"More like you were venting," Kirk replied, "I mean, it was helpful good in the long run venting, but it doesn't change what it is."

"I wasn't venting." A lie, something he can see right through, but the response is automatic. She doesn't move from her spot, letting the ice start to melt from the sudden heatwave.

Kirk rolled his eyes at that, but he also shrugged the lie off, "Are you finished here?"

There's a shrug of her shoulders. "Dunno, might be. Don't have a reason to leave or to head back to my apartment."

"I figured," Kirk said casually, "So?"

There's another shrug of her shoulders. "So what? Do I need to have any other reason why I'm here?"

"You make me feel mature, you know that?" Kirk said, sighing.

"Maybe you're finally acting your age." Though he has a point, she isn't like herself, but she can't be herself. Not when she feels like the world is slipping beneath her feet again.

"Why are you here, Kirk? I'm not in the mood for a movie."

"Don't be an ass. I came to check up on you and I found you tearing the beach a new one. As for acting my age, you sacrificed yourself for your friends and now you're, what, upset they left? For all you know, they could be doing better than you thought."

"Don't think I want to believe that?!" she yells, her anger and frustration finally leaking through and breaking her cold demeanor.

"I want to believe they're okay. I want to believe Terra is doing better, but I will never know! I had the chance to make up for lost time and I stupidly thought he was busy. I didn't check up on him, or Vanitas. Something could've happened and I wasn't there!"

"Then try believing for once! For fuck's sake, you're a keyblade master hero person, right?"

"I have believed! But it's a different story when your best friend has no idea that everything, EVERYTHING about our home, our world is gone. That he..."

Becomes possessed by their enemy. It's hard for her to swallow the lump in her throat. So many times she's tried to believe, always teetering on the edge. She was able to be pulled back before, but now she wasn't sure.

"...He will have to go through things no one should have to go through. I could've done something, but I didn't."

"And? It's not like you're giving up."

"I'm not giving up. I'm..." How could she put this into words? Everything's she's feeling; the frustration, the guilt, sadness, anger and hurt. She bowed her head, curling her hands into fists.

"...upset with myself for not being there for my best friend. I didn't think was wrong, that him being quiet was him being busy. What kind of friend doesn't notice these things?"

"A human one," Kirk replies and he leaves it at that. He can't give all the answers.

Aqua stays silent for a long moment, before she finally speaks again in a soft voice.

"I didn't get to say goodbye."

"... Yeah," Kirk answers, turning to look at the sea, "I know."

Aqua swallowed the lump in her throat even as tears threatened to fall from her face. She forced it back. There was no use in crying. It wouldn't bring Terra back, or prevent him from going down the path she witnessed. All she could do was move from her melted iceberg, through the knee high water and back to shore to stand next to Kirk.

Gently, he says, "Better?"

Aqua shakes her head, doing her best to keep everything together. To not cry again in front of Kirk. She's stronger than this. She should be at least. Taking in a shaky breath, she reaches out to gently place her hand on his.

"Don't leave without saying goodbye, okay?"

He exhales. He can't help thinking about Spock... even briefly.

"Sure," he doesn't hesitate, "I won't."

"Good," she murmurs back, tightening her hold on his wrist before she moves closer to him to give him a hug. Why was it he was always around to find her at her weakest and somehow make her feel better?

Looping an arm around her loosely because hugs aren't really his department but she is (and feels) so young.

A young woman who experienced so much in her short life that sometimes, it's hard for her to shoulder it all.

"...Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Koizumi hesitated as he walked along the beach. That... didn't look good. He had just been wandering, mourning his injuries - more for the long-sleeved shirt he wore to hide them then for their own sake, ironically.

He considered turning around and leaving her be, but... Well, she had lost someone important to her. In that situation, he'd probably want company, even if he wouldn't admit it to anyone else. She could tell him to leave if she wanted to be alone. He had to at least see if there was anything he could do.

He continued his walk, approaching her slowly. "Hey there," he called gently.

It wasn't that she just lost someone important to her. She lost the person she had the most to lose with, the most she had to regain and most to heal. The person who was her best friend. The one she would do anything to spare him of what was to come. Crying over it wouldn't do her any good. It was impossible for her to concentrate at work and staying cooped up in a place where the AC wasn't working, was....stupid.

So what could she do to get rid of her frustration and distract herself with? By letting it bleed out into her power and say she was training.

In her hands was the beginnings of another blizzard spell, ready to throw out into the open air and let it collide with the water. She was ready to bring her arm back out and complete the spell when she heard someone calling out to her gently. The energy in her hands was dispelled, the energy and magic released back to where they belonged as she took a deep breath to school her expression to a stoic one.

From there she turned around to face the new person, standing on her own mini ice burg.

"Hello."

He saw the pause before she turned to him, recognized the strain and sorrow behind the stoic mask she wore. He didn't know the specifics, but he understood her pain - he knew it, intimately. He had worn that face himself far too often.

He drifted closer, though he struck a careful balance - close enough to be able to talk softly and be heard fine, and where it wouldn't be awkward for her if she wanted to close the distance, but far enough that he wasn't crowding her, and she had her space if she needed it. He gave her a soft smile, but it was a smile that recognized the sorrow and respected it, not one that ignored it or tried to make light of it. He wasn't here to stop her from being sad - he was just here to help or support her if she needed it. "How are you holding up?"

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