oo1｡ watching, waiting for something

[dualstance.livejournal.com]

[ A city seemingly consumed by shadows, sparse light only provided from empty buildings and the occasional street lamp, unless one counts the neon lights that line some of the edges of said empty buildings. There are some piles of rubble, blocking a number of the streets and the only way around them is through the alleyways that contain even darker shadows that than the whole city itself. The sole reason for the shadows overtaking the city- a bright moon in the shape of a heart lighting the sky, partially blocked by a towering skyscraper that seems to be in the center of the city, shining like some sort of beacon for all to head towards.

And at the base of it stands a lone person dressed in a black coat with their hood drawn, not moving for the moment.

Perhaps the reason for said coat is the block out the rain that's falling, a harsh wind blowing once in awhile in tandem with the thoughts going through said person's mind. Or perhaps it holds another purpose. Whatever the reason, he doesn't seem to be moving from his spot anytime soon, gaze turned upward to the sky and possibly looking at the heart shaped moon. Or maybe the castle that can be barely seen at this vantage point.

But if one could see into his thoughts, questions whirl in almost chaos, unrest there as he tries to piece a puzzle together despite all the pieces not being there. Fragments are missing and he can only do so much before needing to go off and find the rest of them. But will this place offer said answers?

Why?

What's going on?

How did it get to be like this?

Where's Sora?

He doesn't know but he's hoping that it will.

Because he's tired of not knowing, of being left in the dark. He wants to know and he won't stop until he figures everything out.

First step is always the hardest though. ]

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[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

[His dreams have faced him with many situations he hasn't liked.]

[More than a few of them have been surprising, shocking, even. Facing him with reactions and emotions that he never knew before, teaching him of what life could be with the emotions of Sora's heart easily reflected upon him, building him into the person he is now. It's been half a year, and Roxas can say quite confidently that he's come into his own person far more then he'd once been, simply an angry shell full of questions with no answers, a fact he hadn't even been capable of comprehending at the time.]

[He knows better now. Watching himself stand in the rain, blond hair darkening and dripping with moisture as he simply stands and thinks, the one question that's on his mind now is-- what is he up against this time?]

It's not going to stop if you wait for it.

The rain.

[curepotion.livejournal.com]

[ rain is not something he's used to. sleet, perhaps, and hail, yes. rain, not as much. he's certainly not used to such darkness, much sooner comfortable in a blanket of white and cold snow, but the dream he's stepped into doesn't seem to hold many comforts for him. then again, it's only obvious that it wouldn't. it's not his dream, after all, so why should it hold any comfort for him?

even then, this is strange, this is unsettling. the whole city rings badly in his heart and in his mind and he can't help but feel a certain

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he shakes his head as he comes to the skyscraper. unlike Roxas, his coat has no hood, and is navy blue, cinched at the waist. he has similar boots and--Riku realizes a minute after--a strip of cloth in hand, though he has no clue as to why.

hm. his eyes raise back to the back of the blond.

this is his dream. he'll wait. ]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[This girl doesn't belong here at all. Blue hair, blue uniform, a young face that's perhaps in her late teens. It won't ever grow much older than that. She takes her bearings, letting the building block as much of the moon as it possibly can from her sight; she needs none of the reminders it brings. She's chosen the memories she accepts as true.

Roxas, she knows in other forms, but with the hood up, she doesn't greet him by name. Perhaps she doesn't recognize him. She starts with the simplest question of her own.]

Who's there?

So laaate, I hope you don't mind. orz

[justabignobody.livejournal.com]

[There is someone standing on the very top of that skyscraper - he has been waiting for this confrontation, for this very moment.

He has anticipating it for days now.

This is where he cannot fail, because his best friend is waiting, and this Nobody that might be his (might be; Riku isn't sure yet) is the Key to awaken him.

...Or so DiZ said.

He will confirm it first. This is why he is here. This is why he is waiting.

Because this is where their all fate - Sora's, Roxas' and his own - would be decided.]

s-so late....

[burnamotherdown.livejournal.com]

[It doesn't take long for Axel to figure out exactly where he is. He pulls up his hood, but it's a bit late. The rain has already plastered strands of his hair onto his face, found it's way onto his cheeks in the form of droplets.

He knows who it is ahead of him before he can even see their face.]

Roxas.

[It's too quiet to be heard over the rain, so Axel says it again, louder this time, one hand cupped around his mouth, and takes a few steps forward.]

Roxas!