Choose Your Adventure...

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Today is the day.

You may have come to the Land of Departure seeking strength, skills or chasing a dream. Or maybe you came because you're trying to escape something: a desolate world, crippling self doubt, or had nowhere else to go. Either way, it's been a long journey with Sora, training and learning and fighting to earn the right to earn the right to wield the keyblade, to earn the right to travel the worlds, to earn the right to be called Master. It's the answer to everything, it's what you've wanted, and it's going to fix everything. It just has to. Everything you've done so far has led up to this moment...

Scenario 1 - Apprentice

... You just hope you're going to live long enough to see it. You and Sora are hidden, kneeling in a dark corner of the castle in the throne room. The world is shrouded in darkness, and powerful shadows are clawing at the stained glass even now, clamoring to get inside. You've managed to get out with some minor scrapes, but Sora seems to be doubled over, hand clutching at a grievous injury. There are powerful enemies about, and dispatching even one has taken its toll. Sora isn't the type to give up, not by a long shot. But all he seems to be concerned about is getting you to kneel with him, grasping your hand and placing it over his as he holds the hilt of the keyblade. 

At first, you don't understand. This isn't important, what is he doing, you can't be messing around right now, both of you have to get out. But a slow realization sends chills up your spine. He doesn't intend on leaving, or escaping right now. He intends on passing on his legacy. His keyblade. And the heir is you.

Sora's voice is steady and strong even if his hands are not, "You're ready."

Scenario 2 - Wielder

You've heard so many stories about different worlds, listened as Sora and the other wielders spun wild tales about the worlds they've seen: Deep underground caves filled with glittering treasure, confusing forest mazes filled with temperamental Queens of hearts and courts filled with card-knights, towns of everlasting night or cities caught in perpetual sunset.

And now that the ship's landed, you're about to see your first. The others have always been the one to tell the stories, but now it's your turn. Your first world. Your first keyblade. This is your story now.

Sora flashes you an amused grin as you both stand in front of door. His hand finds your shoulder. "Ready?"

Scenario 3 - Master

As you peer over the balcony overlooking the beautiful landscape clad in your new clothes, you realize that everything looks... completely different. Better, somehow.

Master. That's what they call you now. The students bow to you, the other masters regard you with more respect. But another challenge awaits you. Today's the day you take on new pupils. 

Familiar footsteps come up from behind and Sora's gloved hand gives you a comforting pat on the back. There's something very close to pride in his eyes as he grins at you, "You ready?"

[ooc: Adult!Sora is an older Keyblade Master. And It's the day you become a Master/keyblade wielder. (Think of it as Sora's a knight and you're the squire/and or a fellow master}. No knowledge necessary of the KH universe. Feel free to deviate from the concept, change things in canon and wing it if you're unfamiliar, or even do multiple threads for each scenario! I'll follow your lead.]

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soraaaaa T_T also, 1 plz

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

He's wrong. She isn't ready. And she doesn't want to say farewell this time. Death is different from desertion. She can't take that weapon, she can't make anything even related to light shine anymore; hadn't that been the problem during all her tests? She failed completely to keep the darkness within her from overwhelming her.

So why is he doing this? Grimly, she knows it's the pressure of the situation, of his impending loss. Of the fact he won't be here tomorrow to smile at her (how does he do that, still smiling at her?). Of the fact they won't train together anymore. She knows it isn't her.

Finally, she nods. It'd be a disgrace to both of them, and to this act of sacrifice, for her to throw it away by refusing. "I understand," she says, and it's at least half true. That will have to be enough.

Re: soraaaaa T_T also, 1 plz

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But Sora's taught her long enough to know what she's thinking and what's going through her mind. She's never had enough confidence in herself, never seen what Sora has always seen in her from the moment he found her. She's stronger than he knows, has been a source of strength for the others. For him too.

He knows there isn't really time- it's so precious and there's so little of it. But he wants her to know. Needs her to before she leaves. At least, even if things are bleak for him, with the keyblade in her hands, she'll find a way out. She knows where the ship is, knows these corridors like the back of her hand. And once she's gone, and safe, maybe Sora can pick himself up again and try. It's never been his way to give up. Not on Ami, not even with the dark knocking on his doorstep.

"Do you know why I'm giving it to you now? Why I've never given it to you before?"

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That's just it. She's never understood his faith that she could be something better than she is, his confidence that there is good inside her somewhere, and not the rotted creature, the soldier who brings death and darkness and taints world after world. And even here at the end, her hand hovers without closing around the prize, her inheritance, until she can understand.

"I don't know!" It comes out louder, harsher than she intended, almost an accusation. She forces herself to a calm she doesn't feel. "So tell me."

If she can just understand, she can make herself accept it. Somehow. She can find that strength she doesn't really have. Someone thinks she can be an heiress of the light, as she should have been- how many years ago now?

[lockandkeyblade.livejournal.com]

Time to address her fears, his concerns. Time to bring out everything they've both avoided for so long. There isn't any other time besides now.

"It's... not about all the darkness in your heart." A long time ago, Riku and Namine, Mickey and Roxas- they all taught him a little bit about the heart, about darkness and light. Things he's never understood before. Things he's carried with him as he took Ami under his wing and prepared her for this moment. And it has been a concern that she hasn't been able to produce any powerful light, that her heart has so much darkness.

But that isn't all there is to Ami.

"It's about everything else you've got in there. There's way more to you thank just the darkness." Sora knows as much, because he's got a little bit of lingering dark in his heart too. Ami needs both darkness and light. Two sides of a coin.

"I wanted you to figure that out about you too."

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Sora... Ami's going to miss you. But she doesn't have time to dwell on these words, yet. There'll be time for that once the present threat is gone. She looks at the keyblade as though half expecting it to rebel against her, to jump out of her hands or maybe even burn them. Then she forces herself to close her fingers around it, to accept it.

Even her powers can't help Sora, not right now. But there is one last thing she can do.

"Even if you aren't there to see it," she promises him. "I'll definitely take out this enemy." She has a long history of settling old scores. And if this costs her someone she could almost call a friend, if that weren't such a potent word, she won't forgive it.

/fucks with canon as per damn usual

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

[There were too many things in this that Roxas didn't understand yet. Age was always a factor, the difference between himself and Sora much more pronounced with the impact of an age gap; most frustratingly, there were still many questions left to ask.]

['Why me? Why here? Inheritence cermony?' Those were just a few.]

[But more powerful than the others, more pronounced and far more frightening, more frightening than the darkness at their doorstep, of the red on Sora's hands, the same stain covering his own- 'what happened to you?']

[What happened to them, to their adventures? When did the end come, when did everything become a huge blank of non-existence only punctuated when Sora was at his wits end, when things had changed and there was a sadness there, an older light in his eyes that Roxas couldn't quite like.]

[When did they go from partners to master and pupil?]

[His hand hovers over Sora's uncertainly, only like grasping and more than ready to bolt, given note too. Things are different- Roxas is far more whole, but not-- he's missing his keyblade, he's missing his skills, things are too new and they shouldn't be.]

This will fix things, right?

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[Sora nods, a whisper of a laugh.] It's what keyblades are for, right?

[Roxas ... doesn't look a day older than fifteen. Like someone's just ripped him from his memories, and set him down in front of him. He's the same; Like the day he woke up and found Roxas. Everything hurts; nothing's felt this bad before. But he can't stop smiling. He's tried to see Roxas again for so long, tried so many things.]

[There are scratching noises, inhuman footsteps in the distance, flashes of yellow outside all the windows. But he's smiling so much. Feels like it'll never go away.]

You know what's kinda funny?

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Right.

[Doesn't seem that way when Sora's still bleeding out on the floor. But maybe, just maybe the keyblade can help. Because he's always been able to do more with it- always been taken as that kid with the key, when people actually looked away from Sora for a moment.]

[Kind of fun to have something else to worry about, aside from not existing. His only reall attribute to like is to wield a metal object that looks really stupid.]

[Roxas eyes never stop darting about; he might just be an apprentice, might not have the skills he once had, but he knows how to count and that's a lot of enemies. But Aqua's been in touch; Ventus too. They're all on their way and he's just go to make sure Sora makes it long enough for the others to get here...]

[He wishes Sora would stop-- smiling. At him. It hurts.]

[It...it really hurts.]

What's that?

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I did some pretty stupid stuff when you first went away. Trying to see you again. They used to get so mad at me.

[Everything except use the keyblade on himself. Perpetually caught between missing Roxas but having him at least in his heart... and risking trying to separate them with the keyblade and lose his heart. Because Ven isn't there anymore to keep his heart safe enough for Roxas to find him again, and where would his heart go, and would they never see each other again, and what if Roxas was the only one left, all alone? He'd never do that to Roxas. Not on purpose.]

Sorry. Guess I should've tried a little sooner, huh?

[vacationisalie.livejournal.com]

Well, you can be pretty stupid sometimes.

[A pause, prolonged and unceasing. He doesn't know what Sora's expecting him to say. He didn't miss him; he didn't know he was missing anything until he opened his eyes and everything was suddenly wrong. It would be childish to accuse him of not trying enough; because Sora wouldn't lie about that. Sora would've tried every stupid thing under the sun to get them back together, and yet it's still not okay.]

[It's not okay; things are different and Roxas doesn't know what to say to him anymore. They're not on the same level this time. He can't just sit here and act like he's been wronged.]

[Things have changed too much for Roxas to explain it.]

We need to hurry. That door isn't going to last forever.

[Nothing does.]

3 welp

[curepotion.livejournal.com]

[ he watches other students as they walk and talk and train below, both at peace and more anxious than ever. there will be no more guidance from now on. he will be alone in his decisions. he could ask for opinions from other Masters, but it will ultimately be up to him to decide, and while he's wanted this for so, so long, to relish his freedom and his mastery, it's still scary. as his hands rest on the railing of the balcony, his fingers tighten around it. what's going to happen now?

seagreen eyes close and he breathes in deep. he learned ages ago how to calm his mind. he wasn't even doing it in practice--just to calm his nerves, it felt like child's play. he briefly wondered if, maybe, this was all a mistake. a dream. perhaps he wasn't really even standing there. after all, after the hardships he went through--after the mistakes he made--a Master, really? he can't see that happening. his hands squeeze the wood before he pulls back and exhales loudly. and then, the footsteps come. familiar ones.

he slouches anew, worry on your face. and he isn't afraid to show it--humility has been the one lesson that has been beaten into him--and his face. then again, Riku tends to be quite the open book to the chosen few who pay attention. ]

... not really.

Re: 3 welp

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[Figures Riku would be the one to worry. If anybody would do well as a Master, it would definitely be him. Sora had seen it in him, a glimmer of something unique, when they first met, knew he'd turn out to be something special. The only thing Riku keeping Riku from becoming a master until now was process.]

What's the matter, Riku? Don't tell me you're nervous.

[He comes to a stop at Riku's shoulder, allowing his elbows to rest on the railing. He casts his eyes out and over into the courtyard to see what his friend and now a fellow master is seeing.]

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[ a brisk wind passes by and sends his sleep-mussed hair aloft. he sets his chin on his crossed arms atop the railing. ]

I don't want to pass on my mistakes.

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Like what? [And Sora is giving a light tug to one of Riku's stray bangs.] Growing their hair a little long? I think they'll get by just fine with you as a Master.

You'll be a great teacher, Riku. You'll see.

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--hey.

[ he pulls back, though there's a shadow of a smile on his face. ]

I think we both know I'm not the best at everything. And when it comes to teaching...

[ his voice falters, and his eyes drop. ]

1. ;~;

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

[So much is different here. Sora is older than he ever remembers seeing him. There is no Roxas (something that frightens him). Or perhaps he's just young, managed to break through to here at the wrong time. Still, he's here. And he's crouched with the other who's helped him through so much, and they're being attacked. But that's not the most distressing part. Not to him, at least. No, nor is the injuries the other has sustained.

The most distressing part is that he can't get the Heartless to back off.

Even before he came, before his adoptive father (if he can still be called that) devoured him from the inside-out and he was lost for awhile, he was able to still control them to a degree. But why... Why can't he now? Why won't they obey and back off and just stop long enough for some form of healing to be done?

But then Sora's holding his hand, and all he can do is stare. What? Ready?]

R-Ready for what?

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[And as the younger Sora, his darker self, situates himself in the dream, familiar memories that don't belong inside the dream start to filter in. Nothing clear manages to come to Sora's mind, only vague feelings and the emotions behind them, but one thing rings true: this is somebody important. Someone Sora's always needed to take care of and protect. And he can do so now.]

This keyblade. It'll keep you safe. And it's pretty important to me.

So... I need you to take really good care of it once I give it to you... okay?

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[...Keep him safe? But if he's safe, what about--]

What about you?

[He didn't come all this way just to lose someone he cared about, not when there were precious few out there. Roxas, this Sora, maybe Riku, Ami... Not too many, really. Not enough people he could reach, and this is a strange twist on his worst fear of being abandoned. Except that it's not abandonment, it's that Sora might die.]

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Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself.

[Sora gives his best smile because there's no sense in scaring the other. So long as he gets out of this place all right, then it'll be okay. He just... wishes those memories were a lot clearer. He's pretty sure they're important.]

But you've got some really important things to do. Lots of worlds to see.

And lots of friends to make.

2! 8D

[plotdeviceturk.livejournal.com]

Tseng nodded to Sora, he'd gotten used to not having a weapon that needed carrying and the uselessness of the materia he carried. It was all that had been salvageable when he'd first arrived, aside from his tie.

"I've been ready since you told me we were going." He replied, offering a small smile of his own. "This isn't the Pridelands is it?"

Do you have a preference for any world? C8

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A chuckle. Tseng's humor has always been subtle, but he's never had trouble getting a laugh out of Sora.

"Nah. But we can always pack up and go there instead, if that's what you want as your first mission. How good are you at holding things in your teeth?"

UHM. UHM. Not really? SO MANY WORLDS. D:

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Tseng just shook his head, "I've had enough to wrap my head around without thinking of figuring out how to walk with an extra pair of legs." He replied, releasing a breath as he shifted on his feet. "Lead on, you're the one with the map."

Maybe he was being a tad too serious about this, but he'd rather be prepared for hostility and surprised by a warm welcome than the other way around.

Re: UHM. UHM. Not really? SO MANY WORLDS. D:

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"It's not that bad once you get used to it," but with that, Sora reaches forward to place his hand on the panel, but he holds off on opening the door just yet. "Oh- and by the way, it's not as cold as it looks."

Just one click and the door whooshes open to reveal a winter wonderland, a vast expanse of white with a cozy little town glittering below and a carousel sitting at its heart.

"Welcome to Christmastown."

There's enough heartless lingering around that Tseng can get a workout, but truth be told, he's kind of trying to see if he can actually get a smile out of the guy during his time here.

joining the 1 train-- and destroying canon entirely

[burnamotherdown.livejournal.com]

[This wasn't exactly what Axel had imagined becoming a wielder would be like. It should be a day of celebration, right? A day spent with Sora looking on proudly. Not kneeling in front of him, injured and- speaking like this.

They'd come so far together, stuck it out through way too much, to have things end so suddenly like this. That just wouldn't be fair.]

You're kidding, right? Messing with me.

[Axel grins with forced determination and avoids meeting the other's eyes as he offers his free hand for Sora to take, refusing to acknowledge the extent of his wounds.

Maybe- maybe this was a test.]

C'mon, we can't waste time. Let's just get out of here. [As an afterthought-] You can lean on me.

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[He gives Axel a ghost of a smile, though there's a hint of a grimace at its edges. He wishes he were joking, but despite the smile, he's dead serious.] Not this time, Axel.

[When Axel's hand reaches out for him, Sora reaches back. But it isn't to help himself up. It's to bring it forward, resting the others' fingers against the hilt of the weapon. Axel... he's been ready for a long time. Sora's just sorry that the inheritance ceremony has to come at such a bleak hour. He wishes he could've given Axel something grander, something he really deserves. But this is really all he has right now, and at least it'll help him get out in one piece.]

Kneel with me...