Timeskip: Choose Your Own Adventure

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Scenario A

[You’re not allowed to look. The blindfold is almost heavy with implications as it sits across your face, but you need to remember- you’re not allowed to look.]

[Looking will ruin everything, the boy says, gripping your hand and leading you down the hallway. He’s blindfolded, too, but he seems to know exactly where he’s going. Looking will ruin everything- trust me.]

[And so you traverse the dark with little more explanation than-

Something important lies ahead. I promised.]

[Even knowing that, the darkness is stifling.]


Scenario B

[You're not allowed to leave. Your limbs are heavy and so is your heart. But you're not alone. A boy is with you, sitting with you in this white chair in a white room, clutching your hand because you and him - you're waiting.]

[Leaving will ruin everything, he says. And no matter how sleepy, or tired, or heavy our heart is, we're not allowed to give up.]

[He'll be here. He promised.]



[OOC: Depending on the choice made, here, you’ll be tagging with either lockandkeyblade or vacationisalie . You can post more than once if you’d like to play out both!]

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[She knows it. Don't be distracted, don't be confused. Pain or not, it isn't her concern. She never knew how to care for people anyway. Protect? She doesn't even know what that's supposed to mean half the time.

The slam makes her tense, alert; not afraid precisely, but straining her senses for any other sound or movement. She won't be taken by surprise. She goes quietly, and says nothing more.]

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

[Pain is not the feeling being spread around, in this room. The area seems flat, but Roxas keeps turning sharply, taking Ami along with him as if hooking through a giant maze.]

[At one point, he stumbles violently, hitting the wall as if shoved. But he doesn't make a sound, just squeezes Ami's hand, and keeps going.]

[Almost there....hopefully.]

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[Not a sound. She stops herself from voicing anything that might have been destined to become concern. When Roxas squeezes her hand, she avoids dropping it, but doesn't squeeze back, either. Not right now. Not while she's busy on alert.]