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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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[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.
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You're hurt. There's no way you can do this on your own...
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[Oh Sora... He may not know much about the other's past, but he does remember going great lengths to ensure the teen's safety. And he's ready to do the same now. He wishes there were more time to explain the gravity of the situation, the danger they've found themselves in, the urgency. But most of all, he wishes he'd gotten to know a few more things about him. And maybe share a couple more memories before their time was done.]
But first you've gotta let me give this to you. And when it's yours, you'll have to go down the mountain path and find the ship that's waiting down there. You got it?
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[It's a lie. He won't run. He'll take the key, but then he'll fight. It's one of the things he's good at. And maybe, maybe, if he does that the Heartless might listen enough to give the two an escape. Maybe. He has to hope. Because hope is all they have now.]
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[From there, it's just a soft murmur of words, like a small prayer.
In your hand, take this Key.
So long as you have the makings, then through this simple act of taking, its wielder you shall one day be.
And you will find me, friend—no ocean will contain you then.
No more borders around, or below, or above, so long as you champion the ones you love.
It ends with a slight nod on Sora's part. A sight pause, and a tired exhale... Then:]
Take care of yourself.
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[But he doesn't leave. Instead, he stands and turns towards the large, open space. And he just quietly walks forward, the black Keyblade in hand. And once he has enough space between him and Sora, so that the other can't stop him...
He smiles back at the other for a moment, and then suddenly, faces forward as darkness pools under him. But then it surges upward, and his clothes cling to his body as strange black clothes, similar to muscle in appearance, meld onto his body and eventually forming into a very familiar suit. He looks forward, adopting a blank expression.
He never wanted to use this form again. Never wanted to access this dark power. It caused so much harm, so many hearts lost to the darkness... And yet, maybe, it's a glimmer of hope. Maybe it'll give him some authority. And if not, the strength boost that comes with it will help.]
If you plan on taking this world, then you'll have to go through me.
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[No.]
[The darkness gathers around him, over his clothes and skin. It's like it's becoming a part of him. And Sora realizes too late what the others' intentions are. It isn't to escape, it's to stay and fight.]
Sora! What're you-!?
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[He doesn't mind, really. He'll prepare himself, even as glass shatters and wood splinters. He holds that Keyblade in hand, not minding the weight one bit. It feels oddly... Right. Like he was meant to hold it.]
You said I have to champion the ones I love, right? Then I'm not leaving you behind. I'll fight to the last breath!
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You're insane! There's no way you can take them all on.
[And as if to emphasize the threat, black fingers sneak in through the cracks in the glass, sliding its body through the gap. Two or three of the smaller ones have already filtered inside. And a larger creature trudges forward towards the entrance.]
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[But that's the thing. He has to last that long. And he's not sure if they will recognize his authority at all. If they don't, then it'll be a hell of a fight, but he will try as hard as he can. In fact, he's already racing forward, slicing easily through the small ones, awaiting the larger one.]