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| [It was dark - darker than dark really and Ventus, while used to the darkness, was not used to this level of darkness, or the growing (morbid) fear as he dived downwards until he hit what seemed to be a platform, but it was just black for kilometres upon kilometres in all directions.
And then --
Something glimmered into existence and the boy froze, eyes wide as primal fear seeped into him - into the very dream itself --
-- And then he was scrambling back as fast as possible, but no matter what he did, he seemed to be drawing closer to it - to what looked like two keyblades merged into one with a blade sprouting out of it---
He swallowed, shaking his head in denial.
He had no clue what it was, only that he wanted away from it and why - why could he hear Vanitas's laughter ringing around - and the sounds of a fight? And taunting and this wasn't happening - he had to get away-- had to get as far away from that thing as possible and--
He tripped, hands scrambling for purchase against the smooth - was it glass - surface to not avail.] N-No. G-GO AWAY! [The more he struggled, the closer it loomed. He thought he was gaining ground, but every time he looked back - It was closer still, rising up menacingly - beckoning the pure heart of Light -- ] GO AWAY! [And then, as suddenly as the draw started, it stopped, and he took off, hoping to run away, to flee - find a way to leave this place, wherever it was.
Only - he was running in circles, always always ALWAYS circling back to that thing - no escape from it - or Vanitas's laughter, no matter how far he went, it would show up.] | |
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| [This is neither the red planet nor the vast imperial city that she’s previously been seen in. It’s a simple clearing that leads to a cliff. It allows a nice view of the ocean, which strangely enough has absolutely no movement. No tide, no crashing waves against the rocks. Nothing. And for the curious wanderer they can go through the thicket of trees a bit further back but no matter what direction they go it’ll always lead to the same cliff. On the edge of it, overlooking the vast and unmoving waters is Seth, who seems just as unmoving as the rest of the dream. Her eyes are shut and an attentive eye will note two things. She doesn’t appear to be breathing at all(not that it was needed in dreams any ways) and there’s a scar that encircles her neck. And despite the presence of another person in the dream she still doesn’t move. Nothing moves. Everything is perfectly still and silent.
And when a few more minutes pass she finally sighs softly. With her peace interrupted there is no more point in pretending she doesn't know that there’s someone in the area.]
You know, this really isn’t a place fit for others. [And while that statement would normally be a bit teasing or harsh sounding that’s not so. It’s spoken softly and followed by a quiet laugh. After the laugh she finally turns her attention away from the ocean scenery.]
It might be a good idea to focus on your home. You probably don't want to stay here.
((ooc; No excuse for the post spamming(mild of course) other then the fact this probably won't ever get to happen. That being said, this is post-canon!Seth by a few years. Which means still witty remarks just less racism and bitch moods and other spoilery things that you can probably figure out.)) | |
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