[Roxas couldn't do anything but wait for his help to arrive, and does his best to hold still while he waits; any movement of his legs caused him utter agony, like he was stepping on white-hot daggers. Fortunately, he doesn't have to wait long before he hears rustling of movement, and someone calling his name.]
[...only to discover another element of his essence. He opens his mouth to call out a reply, only to discover that he can't.]
[Momentary panic catches him, the fear of his help overlooking him because he can't speak. Thinking quick, he grabs his journal.]
I hear you. Not close, but I can hear you
[But how to let his help know where he was? Looking around, Roxas managed to find a couple sizable rocks nearby, and with some difficulty (and pain) managed to grab them. He began banging them together, the sound echoing through the area. Hopefully that would help...]
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[...only to discover another element of his essence. He opens his mouth to call out a reply, only to discover that he can't.]
[Momentary panic catches him, the fear of his help overlooking him because he can't speak. Thinking quick, he grabs his journal.]
I hear you. Not close, but I can hear you
[But how to let his help know where he was? Looking around, Roxas managed to find a couple sizable rocks nearby, and with some difficulty (and pain) managed to grab them. He began banging them together, the sound echoing through the area. Hopefully that would help...]