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onepassingnight2011-12-18 05:30 am
Choose Your Adventure...
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...
... 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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[Roxas is shaking his head before Sora even finishes speaking; continues to murmur feverishly in an attempt to cause his magic to somehow just- work, like it always has. Sora's hands have gotten larger, and his grasp makes a neat little bracelet before Roxas pulls his arm away, not wanting to feel the obvious difference between them. Doesn't it hurt enough, to feel how torn their connection is?]
I'm not moving. You can put me right back where I was; you can try. [He looks up at Sora, glaring.] But unless you strike me down I'm not going anywhere.
[The shattering of glass. Pane by pane, they're starting to break through. It wouldn't be long before this place turned into a battlefield. But Roxas isn't finished. Isn't done here; isn't leaving no matter what Sora says, no matter how hard the other pushes him away.]
Don't you remember? (http://13meters.livejournal.com/9090.html?thread=160898#t160898) I'd...
[Roxas falters, letting his gaze fall away once more, lowering his keyblade to the ground as his body slumps.]
I'd rather be in just as much trouble as you.
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[But not this time. Please, not this time. Any time but this time. This time their journey into the dark will only end one way.]
[Roxas has chance right now, doesn't he understand? Sora won't give up. He won't die lying down and helpless, he'll let it end with a weapon in his hands and facing the darkness head on. And maybe, if his luck is on his side, he'll find a way out and follow Roxas' footsteps out of here, find a way to walk after him for as long as his body lets him. But he won't ask Roxas to stay here. Not now.]
[Everything falls away- that sense of relief, that reassurance and peace. Now in its place is just an overbearing fear that Roxas is actually going to give him what his heart really wants: for him to stay.]
You can't stay here, there's...
There's no point if it all ends here!
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If I leave, I'll lose you.
And it's all over anyway.
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Then... then you won't lose me! I'll come after you. Wherever you go, I'll find you. Like how you found me.
[And now it's a promise, one he has the burden of keeping, but so long as Roxas gets out, its okay. He'll find a way. It's starting to filter into his voice now, that fear. And he can feel the dark creeping in at the edges, smoke and whisps of insidious black slipping in through the cracks. Creeping up the stairs. Swallowing light wherever it moves.]
[Just... one last effort to convince his other.]
If you just... you just have to go now and I know you can make it.
1/2 ahurr
[Roxas smiles. Leans in and cups Sora's cheek, simply looking at him.]
You grew up without me.
[There's a sadness there, and it's heavy. He's missed out on so much already; missed being there for things he'll never hear about and adventures he never got to go on. He missed being Sora's partner, missed the chance to watch him grow, to grow up with him, to spend their days excelling together and finding all sorts of new ways to get in trouble.]
You can make it out of this one, Sora.
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[It looks like...Sora's about to get what he wants.]
You just need a little more strength.
[Roxas closes his eyes, thoughtfully. The very last time he felt like this, he was in a bailey, watching the very last of the sunset, waiting for his moment to arrive.]
[This is a much, much better ending.]
Remember me, okay?
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[But he won't. Because he absolutely refuses to. He didn't make it this far, didn't get to see Roxas after so long just to see him disappear again. Roxas thinks he needs a little strength. He thinks that Sora needs him to get up, to get out, and make it out alive.]
[But he doesn't.]
[And so Sora uses that fire in the pit of his stomach, uses that bond with Roxas to draw from a reserve he didn't know he had. And he gets to his feet, teetering, and awkward, and unsteady when his body protests fiercely. He's really a mess, and none of this is ever going to wash out of his clothes. He's tired, and he's spent and it hurts. But he does it. And there's a flash and a second keyblade is tightly gripped in his fingers.]
You're wrong. [He doesn't need any more strength.]
The way you are now. It's enough.
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[This isn't time for an argument. There's barely any time at all, better to run and live then go out as two blazing heroes for a helpless cause. But Roxas takes that moment to look up at Sora, meeting his eyes and saying it unflinchingly.]
You're still stupid. You think other people don't need you more?
[Roxas states the question like he's actually thinking about others-- except he's not. There's not a lot Sora can hide from him, be it his state of mind to the smallest of fevers; there's more to it than just knowing Sora. He lowers his tone, eyes flickering down to his blade, and back up again. Still the same Sora; but Roxas is never going to catch up with everything. He's missed too much.]
[Even so, the thin, splinter of a chance for the future is there, if they're both careful. The state that Sora's in-]
If I have to...[I'll do it. You can count on it.] Which way?
[There's a thing about students listening to their teachers, in the back of his mind, but hell. Maybe Hayner had been a really bad influence.]
[Or perhaps Roxas never did well with a authority to begin with.]
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We can't go out the front.
[Too many stairs, and he's not looking to fight anything on them in his state but... He glances behind him at a tall window behind them, untouched by the shadows. So far.]
If we can get out this window and head down the mountain path, we can get to the ship...
[There's a crackle, like glass giving way to something pushing against it. And then there's a shattering noise, and the clatter of glass to the floor.]
[They're coming.]
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[He hears the glass smash- something is in the room with them, but it's stupid to turn and look now. Right now they have a window to break; which leads to Roxas gently prying the second keyblade from Sora's hand.]
I need to borrow this.
[Without further delay, he steps closer- before throwing the blade as hard as he can. The glass shatters, keyblade falling through it, and out of sight.]
[He'd get it back. Probably.]
Let's go.
[As much as he hates it, Sora's not going to be capable of pulling himself up there. So Roxas pulls himself up first, hissing in irritation as his hands get cut on shards of glass, impatiently wiping the ledge and using his keyblade to knock a few jagged edges out the way, ignoring the blood welling up on his hands.]
[Turning round, he reaches a hand to Sora, eyes keen on the space behind his Other. If anything approached, he'd get Sora up first. Then he could work on knocking it back.]
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[It takes some careful maneuvering but they do manage to make it outside. Roxas is there to make the landing as easy and soft as possible, but he can't hide the difficulty he has in getting up again no matter how hard he tries. At least from there, things get easier. The ground is level, and the terrain is easy.]
[Sora raises his hand to summons back the keyblade; the weight feels good in his hand again. And then spares a glance ahead of them: the mountain path winds down the back side of the plateau, past the training grounds and down where the ship is. The first step isn't easy, but the rest come easily enough.]
Come on.
[Darkness floods the room behind them, and black shapes are forming at the edges of their vision. But Roxas might hear a tearing sound, Sora ripping off strips of his cloak.]