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onepassingnight2012-05-02 09:07 pm
forgingoblivion) wrote in onepassingnight2012-05-02 09:07 pm
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001 ◘ Void
[There's nothing here.
Nothing. No sound, no shapes, no movement. A void. Were it not for how frighteningly aware you are of a lack of substance is in this place, it would be easy to believe that you weren't dreaming at all.
Until enough time passes, and the darkness begins to close in.
It's not the sort of darkness associated with emptiness - it's a real thing, where before there had been nothing at all. The kind of darkness that grows and expands, covering, choking all that stands in it's way. Except nothing is there. Nothing but you, of course. No matter how much you run, or try to push it aside, there is no end to it. No light.
But the darkness does recede, eventually. There is no more feeling of being covered, or surrounded, though there is still nothing to illuminate the world around you. Instead the darkness is a force that lingers, surrounds this place, but those who are wise will realize that it's far from benign. It holds back power that can only spell destruction.
It, or him.
Because there is a boy there, among other things. A boy with glowing yellow eyes, who seems to belong in this darkness. Who may even be part of it, or at least know what it hides.
The are sounds, now, too, to fill the void, somewhere off in the distance. The sound of blades, clashing during a fight. The sound of the wind blowing over a vast wasteland.
The even fainter sound of waves.
And the sound of a voice as the boy finally speaks, because he knows that he isn't alone.]
You should leave.
[It's a threat, one that he sounds all too happy to back up.]
Nothing. No sound, no shapes, no movement. A void. Were it not for how frighteningly aware you are of a lack of substance is in this place, it would be easy to believe that you weren't dreaming at all.
Until enough time passes, and the darkness begins to close in.
It's not the sort of darkness associated with emptiness - it's a real thing, where before there had been nothing at all. The kind of darkness that grows and expands, covering, choking all that stands in it's way. Except nothing is there. Nothing but you, of course. No matter how much you run, or try to push it aside, there is no end to it. No light.
But the darkness does recede, eventually. There is no more feeling of being covered, or surrounded, though there is still nothing to illuminate the world around you. Instead the darkness is a force that lingers, surrounds this place, but those who are wise will realize that it's far from benign. It holds back power that can only spell destruction.
It, or him.
Because there is a boy there, among other things. A boy with glowing yellow eyes, who seems to belong in this darkness. Who may even be part of it, or at least know what it hides.
The are sounds, now, too, to fill the void, somewhere off in the distance. The sound of blades, clashing during a fight. The sound of the wind blowing over a vast wasteland.
The even fainter sound of waves.
And the sound of a voice as the boy finally speaks, because he knows that he isn't alone.]
You should leave.
[It's a threat, one that he sounds all too happy to back up.]
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It's thick, eerie. And choking. Like a thousand invisible hands chasing after him, grabbing at him. And so he ran. Running and running. Yet every step felt like it carried him no where. Every turn turning to nothing but more turns and turns backs and narrow escapes. Until finally, he's at the presence of a boy, one that feels familiar and yet not at all.
For a moment, he just stares, a flicker of intangible garble for thoughts tumbling in his head. But when the boy standing before him finally speaks, Roxas can't help but laugh. But it's a touch shaky and all too humorless. ]
Believe me. If I could, I already would have.
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[It's not Ventus - in this place especially, Vanitas can figure that out easily enough. So it's the mysterious lookalike. It was about time they had another talk, anyway.
Still, something was...different. Different enough that Vanitas chose to think before speaking.]
Maybe you should try harder.
[Don't worry; if you stop holding his interest, Roxas, he'll help you get out of here. Just not necessarily in one piece.]
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But- again? Roxas frowns at that. He takes one step forward as he raises a hand, palm up. ]
What do you mean "again"? I've never even seen you before. [ Part of him whispers that's a lie. Something about a dream. But the wisp of thought dies young. ]
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[A hint of skepticism colors his tone, yet it's a lie. After all of his other visitors tonight, Vanitas is inclined to believe that this is a different Roxas from the one he knows in Promenade.
But he was still absolutely certain that it was Roxas...and that meant he still may have something to gain from this encounter.]
You don't recognize anything?
Think about it.
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Think about it.
He's thinking alright. But hearing that just puts further strain on him. Hearing that makes him want to run. Makes him want to call out the names of his friends and make it all go away. But there's no Twilight Town in sight and their names are sudden lost to him. Who are they anyway?
Roxas shakes his head once- and then again. Stubbornly, he looks up at Vanitas. ] Nothing- Listen, I don't know what you're playing at, but that's the truth. [ Take it or leave it. ]
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[Judging by looks alone, this Roxas was older than the one he knew, but still mostly the same; familiar, but lacking something.
He never did find out what Roxas was. Or about his exact connection to Sora, though he was certain that there was one.
But this sudden, total lack of recognition is interesting.]
Funny, because I know I've seen your face before.
["Your face", but not necessarily him. He isn't sure if Roxas will pick up on the implications, or not.]
That's the last time I ever tag so late. sodufhsdfdf typos
So, have a 'You drowned my goldfish' look, bronitas.It's only at the mention of his face that Roxas shakes his head without hesitance. ] Well, I've never seen... yours, so- [ But he feels like he almost has. That's the thing. Ugh. Ugh- ] -What do you want from me anyway? [ His voice comes out higher than before. ]
fff, no worries! I'm slow right now, too.
[He wanted Roxas out, just like he had wanted everyone else gone.]
Looks like your listening skills are just as bad as your memory.
[And, in a burst of shadow, Void Gear appears in his hand. Right now, it's just a warning...but who knows how long it will stay that way. If Roxas couldn't share anything worth his time, than Vanitas' only priority was showing him the door.]