onepassingnight | Timeskip: Choose Your Own Adventure

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Timeskip: Choose Your Own Adventure

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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[Don't look.

It's not the first time. And Mercury's learned, with time and insistence, to comply and make her decisions and her moves later, when she's sure. She's learned she often doesn't want to look, that it only brings cloudiness where there should be clarity. Overthinking.

For a moment, while she decides whether to hold it or throw it off, her grip on the hand wavers, but she makes the choice to keep it. For now.

Always temporary. Never rely on it.]

What is it then?

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[No; she knows not to give up. Whether it's through the thrill of manic victory or those tired, worn, times when she realizes it's endless, she still fights.

And her companion isn't giving up, either. Mercury's here, in the end, mostly because someone else is, and because to be alone is the worst thing. She won't consign him to that. Darkness, Light; that matters so much less.

It's the waiting she has no faith in, the so-called promise to be here.]

And you believe that? [Tell her yes. And make her believe it, too.]

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[Ven can't say that there's not a bit of panic at being blindfolded - and the darkness has him already strung out more than normal but that might be because he's not had much contact with Vanitas for a bit now - only food and that's it-- But, he still stifles the panic. It's not--

- Vanitas isn't here and neither are the unversed... He'd know his tormentor - captor - his companion's[??] voice - and this voice isn't it...

So..

.. Things will be OK? Either way, Ven's not really trusting, but he knows better, from lessons in waking, than to remove a blindfold until it's taken off.

It doesn't stop the tiny whimper though.]

More than anything.

[Vaguely in the back of his mind, he registers that he's spoken with her before. Knows that she's been here for him sometime in the past. Maybe even saved him. He's caught in the in between, caught between his memories and his dream, so it's difficult but...]

[Her knows her. That brings a little more coherency into his expression.]

Ami?

[She knows that voice; she's trained to sharpen her other senses when one is missing.]

I know you. [She may be as Mercury now, but much is effectively the same, and in the dream it's simply accepted. Easily.] It's me.

[And it might be imagination, or her hand might grasp his just a little tighter now. Just a little.]

[Roxas used to take orders all the time. Even now, with the past behind them and Organization seeming like a whole other life, he's part of a regiment. He and Sora, a two tag team with Riku alongside them, rostering, seeking, saving.]

[He's used to taking orders, but wearing the blindfold isn't just that. It's a matter of life, death, and oblivion. He squeezes Ami's hand firmly, softly warning her of the steps before they begin to climb. Forewarning from another, less easy to see source.]

It's a person. We're here to save a life.

They weren't meant for birth by sleep.

[What? Wait, this is going too fast suddenly. She's not sure she has any business being involved in saving a life (outside of the hospital, which she discounts so often in this endless question). Does she even know how?]

I'm coming, then.

Tell me the rest.

[She's still guarded, careful, wary; perhaps even more so, now.]

Its okay.

[His nerves show more through the sweat on his palm and the tremors through his body, rather than the sound. Roxas makes sure to keep his voice sounding strong, confident, even though he's nervous, worried. Each step he takes is one that's told to be taken, a soft not-quite-a-voice in his chest telling him what's right, what's wrong, all the inbetween.]

[Neither of them are allowed to see.]

You're doing good- you're helping.

You're gonna save a life, tonight.

O-ok... [Ven's not sure, wants to pull away, but - he won't - both out of fear and the fact that he's not sure that he can get away. Walking's different that fighting, he know he's heard this voice before in his dreams. Maybe it's justice for the string of nightmares where he killed so many not long ago. He's not sure, but it could be, and he'd not fight the judgement.

A swallow though, and it's one foot in front of the other.] S-Save a life?

[His lips quirk upwards, vaguely. But there's no emotion behind it, nothing really but actions based on memories and the faintest heartbeat in the distance.]

[Roxas is not himself, today. He's more himself than he's ever been. He's missing something.]

I sent him away before Xehanort could possess him. He didn't really need the heart, just the body.

I want my heart back.

[His voice trails off, movements slowing before they come to a standstill, in front of a door that neither can see. Roxas' lips move, faint whispers that remain unintelligible leaving his mouth, as if discussing something with himself.]

The next floor, through this door.

Don't stop moving. Don't turn around. Don't speak.

We're not alone.

[She understands Roxas to mean the metaphorical heart even though that concept, too, means something very different to her - the parts of herself she threw away. It's good that her eyes can't betray her, like this; because there's a hunger in them suddenly.]

Are you saying something like that is possible?

[No. Not now. There's something in front of her, a task to complete, a mission to carry out. In fact, Roxas hushes her the moment they've left her lips. She waits.]

[He's recognised the voice from the very first word spoken, and so Axel allows himself to be pulled along.

There were so many questions to be asked already- where are we, what's happening, why can't I look- but at the same time, the somewhat singleminded haste of the other was sweeping Axel up, distracting him from actually asking any of them.]

Alright. I won't look.

[Even now, he trusts Roxas.]

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[Its a little more literal than that, really. But its likely best she doesn't know that. He nods to the question, squeezes her hand tight-]

Not a sound.

[And pushes the door open, walking at a brisk pace. Several meters into the new area, the door slams shut behind them, a loud crash which causes Roxas to tense. Around them the sounds of crackling, shuffling can be heard- and then the moans start. The growls, the whimpers.]

[Alert, angry, hungry, pain. Roxas keeps walking. He keeps his face looking straight ahead, despite the urge to stop and fight. Just keep walking.]

[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.]

[There's no one keeping him here. If Ventus struggles, attempts to let go, then Roxas will let go. It will be the end of the line, end of the dream- Roxas' consciousness shoving the other blonde so quickly and forcefully out of the dream it might even hurt. It all depends on Ventus.]

Save a life. My best friend.

But only if you want to.

[It's Roxas hand that shakes, gripping so tightly his knuckles are white. Of all the phantoms that could appear to him here, it had to be Axel. He wants to stop moving. He wants to turn around, through his arms around the redhead and let tears escape him in heaving sobs.]

[Axel could always make him feel, even without Sora there.]

You sure you want to come with me?

[Roxas' voice is quiet, tentative. Axel has no idea- no idea what they're doing, though he suspects that if Axel could see, he'd know exactly where they are. Axel- he wants him to have a choice, right now.]

[He wants to make up for letting him die, so, so badly.]

[He doesn't know how.]

[He can't.]

[ One hand is being gripped. The other one is not, and so it's at the blindfold. Not moving it, but desiring to out of anxiety. The weight of it doesn't feel right. ]

Why, what would it ruin? Are we going to a surprise party? But I guess you wouldn't be allowed to tell me that.

He might get in trouble.

[ She doesn't doubt the heart behind a promise. But the body, oh, so many things can happen to a person, accidents and happenstances that tear apart.

She squeezes Sora's hand reassuringly though, because she isn't planning to leave him. ]

Ok. I'll help. J-Just tell me h-how. [It doesn't sound so bad really, and Ven's willing enough, given that he's starved for interaction of any kind.

But also because he's still Ventus, still willing to help in anyway that he can no matter the risks to himself.]

[Vanille sits almost limply in the chair, a boy's hand holding her own.

A heavy breath leaves her lips in anticipation. She looks over towards the boy and gives a faint smile.]

I'll believe you.

[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.]

[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.]

Just keep the blindfold on and let me lead... you'll see. [He's not in this to have someone else hurt just so he can find Sora, especially not Ventus. There's a lot of irony about leading this about around, especially when the one leading him-]

[Thea heart leading him... hm. Roxas has a smile on his lips protected and hidden as they continue along.]

The next room, you need to do one thing for me.

Not exactly. [There's a sheepish undertone to his voice- did he really have to drag Aerith into this?]

[Ah, but there wasn't any time, and he knew her in a few different ways, enough to know that he could rely and depend on her, right now. So as much as having her here is hair raising... it's okay. They can pull through this together.]

[There's very few others he would have such surety on.]

We're... playing hide and seek. But we have to rely on someone else to lead us.

[ A warrior does not tire. the head of a group of elite assassins does not tire at all. close your eyes and the world disappears, after all.

her small hand keeps a tight grip on his. she says nothing, has not said anything for a while.

it's just her way to be this silent, she conveyed with a meaningful look, or at the very least tried to. perhaps he was trying to be reassuring: Babydoll didn't quite understand that, but let him have his moment. she would follow what he said, because she didn't know what to do otherwise. ]

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Timeskip: Choose Your Own Adventure

[Scenario A]

[Scenario B]

I CHOOSE A. I will do B a bit later. ILU both. /only blindfold icon, so sue me.

/o/ aahhhh ~<3

<333!

\o/ <3

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WELL, A IT IS THEN

I WILL TAG BACK WHEN I HAVE HAD FOOD. -- oh wait, I do have another blindfold icon.

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okay SO FIRST OFF, SCENARIO A.

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The only blindfold icon I have is NSFW. :3a

ahhhhhh god- timeskip remember? Time.Skip.

A little bit o' column A ...

...a little bit o' column B.

Awwww. /snuggles. I can draw you one while I'm away if you want?

[Scenario B]

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I prolly wouldn't use it lmfao

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( scenario B )