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[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

[This time, Sora's dream takes place on an island. But something seems off about it. It practically oozes life, and yet, no one besides the boy is here. And he sits there, knees hugged to his chest at the base of a tree that grows out over the water. As opposed to his first dream, where he seemed to border on hostile, Sora now seems almost... Lonely and sad.

And perhaps adding to that is that the islands seem to almost flicker every now and then, between the beautiful place full of life and a desolate and destroyed landscape floating in an endless voice of darkness.]




[[OOC: Sora's beginning to feel a ton of regret for his actions on the real Islands. If you manage to get him to open up, expect him to rant and question! Have fun with the flickering islands!]]

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[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ No one but the boy and... well, someone else. Peter rarely ever has ~tropical island adventure~ dreams, so he's been exploring. Now walking along the line of the shore, watching as the waves push up along the sand, he's almost run out of places to look and he has yet to run across anyone else...

Until he sees someone just ahead of him. Staying alert, as he walks up closer, he notes that it's a kid. And one that looks anything but happy, at that. If he'd been a kid in a place like this, sitting staring out at the horizon would be.... exactly what he'd be doing, too. ] -- Hey, you okay?

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

...Fine.

[There's a bitter edge to his voice, though. And definitely a lot of doubt. He hugs his knees to his chest tighter, trying to ignore Peter's presence. ...Trying and failing.]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

You sure?

[ Peter knows that tone all to well. Part of him has to wonder how long the kid's going to be willing to let him stand there before he's snapped at and actually told to go away. So he sticks his hands in his pockets and waits. ]

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

I'm sure.

[But Sora doesn't tell him to leave. He just sits there. After all, Peter's not hurting anything, and even if he does believe Peter's a figment of his imagination, he's had no one to talk to for years.]

...Who are you, anyway?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ He's kind of surprised that the kid doesn't outright tell him off for sticking around. The fact that he doesn't is almost more concerning. But at least that's.. better than nothing. Peter's definitely starting to feel bad for him. ]

I'm Peter.

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

...I don't know any Peters.

[...Doesn't know anyone, really, but, hey, it could be worse.]

...I'm Sora.

[That's how introductions go, right?]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ That's totally how introductions work. Peter works himself up to a small smile and a slight nod. ] Nice to meet you. [ After another short pause, he speaks up again, staring out at the horizon. ]

Do you live here?

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

...No. I live in a castle, far from here. But...

[He looks out at the ocean still, watching it flicker in and out.]

...I used to live here. A long time ago.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She knows loneliness, and she knows the Darkness. Who better? But it disconcerts even her to see the rapid switch back and forth, like the indecisiveness of her own mind.

Ami does not interrupt Sora at first. She stands nearby, arms folded at her chest. Even when she finally steps closer, right into his line of sight, she does not speak immediately.]

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

[Sora slowly looks up to her. He recognizes her--that's good. And... That seems to calm him a bit. Recognition, familiarity. These are all good things. He'll even half-smile at her.]

...It's you again.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[His greeting loosens her tongue. She seems to relax a little, no longer stiff from the uncertainty of her reception. To her, whatever he may be struggling with boils down to one thing.]

You're alone here.

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

I'm always alone, except for Dad and the Heartless.

[This isn't news to him, that he's alone. But perhaps that's why he's here, and why this place is flickering. He can't really decide if he wants to be alone or not. And this place... He's not sure if he hates it.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She's not so good at sympathy anymore, but thinking of someone young and always alone is to think of herself for so long. After another undecided long look, she seats herself beside him.]

Is that why you came out here?

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

...I'm not sure. I used to live here, though. Back before... Before Dad took me in.

[...He really doesn't want to talk about why Dad took him in. That's a bit too painful right now.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

There's an amusement park near where I live. I used to enjoy going there when I was a child. I like to go there sometimes now, too.

[She's only admitting this because it gives them that similarity to work from.]

So, I sort of understand being drawn here.

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

[He knows this place. Knows how intense the sun can get at it peek, knows how the sand feels beneath his toes; but not because he, himself, had frequented it often. Mostly, his time here relies on Sora's memories, and he knows all the twists and turns, all the nooks and crannies.]

[But the world keeps shuddering, back and forth between beauty and ruin, and it makes Roxas anxious. Makes him think that maybe there's something wrong...]

[The Sora he comes across simply confirms this. He doesn't-]

...Hey.

[Feel right. And yet Roxas sits beside him anyway, staring out at the ocean. Maybe Sora's got something on his mind to share.]

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

[Sora tenses as the boy sits next to him. He's not used to people being this close. But he'll deal with it. Because, right now, as much as he's unsure, he wants someone to be there.]

...Who're you?

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

[Its the way Sora seems to withdraw that lets Roxas know, before he even begins to speak, that he's right. This...boy, he seems too young. Too withdrawn, too cautious, to liable to let things get him down than the Sora he knows. Its like the light that makes up all of who Sora is has...dulled, somehow.]

[It's a good idea to be cautious himself, even if he is hopelessly curious. He gives this Sora- maybe its a particular shade of him?- a small, but encouraging smile.]

I'm Roxas.

I like your islands- they're really nice.

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

[That earns a bitter laugh, but at least he finally looks up. Right over at Roxas.]

...They're not mine. I haven't lived here since I was five.

[Though Roxas... He seems almost familiar. Something in his chest tightens for a brief moment.]

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

[Roxas looks back calmly, though his hands clench slightly at Sora's words. He hasn't, huh? Definitely not his Sora. But then, was he a dream, or real? How would that be possible?]

Well they're nice anyway... do you like it here?

[Its unsettling that his chest flutters for a brief second; like there's a connection between them, too. Figures.]

dun dun DUNNNN

[lockandkeyblade.livejournal.com]

[One moment Sora's standing in the warm rays of the tropical summer sun... and the next moment, he's standing at the epicenter of massive devastation. It's only there for a heartbeat, like soundless flash of lightning in the dark before it fades back to normalcy, but it leaves him rattled. And confused. He wanders the island for some time ... until he sees someone in the distance. He feels relief seeing he's not alone and rushes to the stranger, eyes more on the changing landscape around him rather than on the person ahead.]

Hey- Do you know what's... [He falters when he nears, realizing the eerie resemblance between them even from behind. This guy's hair is kinda like his. He's also got his red jumpsuit. And his jacket. Even his shoes. Given, they're darker in tone, but they're fundamentally the same.] ... going on...

HEEEE.

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

...I'm not sure. I destroyed it, though... So, maybe this is its memory.

[Another flicker. He doesn't seem to notice that the voice is similar to his own, and he doesn't care. He just sits there, hugging knees to chest.]

you dastardly villain!

[lockandkeyblade.livejournal.com]

Destroyed? What's just memory?

[He's just a bundle of confusion, other Sora.]

What are you talking about?

YOU LOVE ME.

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

This place. This world. I destroyed it. Sent the Heartless after the Keyhole.

...................... yeahokayfinemaybeido

[lockandkeyblade.livejournal.com]

[Heartless... Keyhole? None of these words mean anything to him. Not while he's asleep anyway. What strikes him the most is that one important tidbit about the world. So he's the reason the islands are going crazy!]

This is my home. I live here.

Why would you even do something like that?