Flip the Chessboard

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes.

[But perhaps in this case, it was different. Prosaic and memorable as those words may be, they don't hold true to this moment.]

The closer you get to the light, the slimmer the chance you'll survive.

Isn't that right, Roxas?

[A pause, and the boy laughs, cold and chilling, staring about the dream world once shared by two close individuals with extreme interest. Roxas screams in his mind, but it's oh so easy to simply block him out- he'd learned to do that years ago.]

[There was so much here, so much to ruin, so much to-- break.]

[So many people.]

[So little time.]

[Lips curl upwards into a cruel smile, and the illusion of Roxas simply lasts but a moment. Then it's gone, and a shadow stands in his wake. Solid, alive... and with a stark, chilling resemblance to Sora that Roxas has never held.]

Let's go have some fun.


[OOC: all replies will be made with the journal endinsentiment. The flip of the chessboard occurs in the opposite other being in play-- and Roxas falling under possession instead of Sora. Please be advised violence and character injury is liable to occur-- please let me know if character death is okay.]

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Right now, so much closer to the fires of the demon from the sun, she doesn't balk at destruction. But her hate, as always, is far more personal: She'd love to tear apart the things that always-beloved girl loves.]

Too small? For what?

[endinsentiment.livejournal.com]

For anything useful.

[He doesn't care for the whys of it. Everything deserves to be laid to waste, to fall into the negativity and chaos that has ruled him since the time of his birth. And if he dies-- again-- from the attempt? He'd be sure to drag a few more idiots with him.]

I think it's time it was put to rest.

[Void Gear is summoned, deathly in color against the palette of the beach itself. It takes little thought from there- drawing the blade over his head, he lets the darkness gather there. Into an explosive, raging fire that wages a destructive path into the very place he throws it.]

[The ground quakes, and when he's done, there's a hole in the side of the island where there wasn't before. Amidst the rubble, some of the broken rocks have traces of childish drawings, from a time when things were simple. Far too simple.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[What should she care for this island, any more than she'd cared for the people she targeted solely to bring the senshi to her for their battles, or solely at a whim? No, instead, she is attracted to the power strong enough to do this.]

That was pretty good! However, now it's my turn.

[The rock of the island begins to melt into lava under her gaze. She smirks quietly, pleased with herself.]