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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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How do you know? I grew up in the darkness.
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["Grew up in the darkness", hmm? Well, that really is different.
Maybe his curiosity is starting to win.
But it hadn't won yet. Certainly, it wasn't enough to stop him from summoning his Keyblade and, in one fluid motion, unleashing a crescent of dark energy in Sora's direction - no warning, no taunting, just rage and-...well, maybe a little bit of curiosity, still.
Does this Sora fight with any of that darkness he claims to have been raised in? Or will he put up any sort of a fight worth the name at all?]
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What was that for?
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Maybe he should find all of this amusing. Here is that boy, with his heroic declarations and that heart full of light, the very same one who saved Ventus (and altered Vanitas forever in turn), standing in front of him looking like that. Wielding Darkness as if his heart had even the slightest clue how to handle it. Giving in to a different part of his nature. He even had the right outfit. It's funny, isn't it?
Even more like looking in a mirror than usual.
But Vanitas isn't smiling. He's not laughing, either.]
Tell me what you meant.
[He takes a few steps closer. If looks could kill, there would be nothing left of Sora.]
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[Oh, he takes note of that look. But really, it just means Sora is on guard. He doesn't know who Vanitas is--how could he?--but he seems dangerous enough. So a guard is left up, and Sora is ready to dart back to put distance between them.]
Easy. I was adopted by Ansem, Seeker of Darkness. He raised me around the Heartless, drenching me in darkness.
[And doesn't he seem proud of that fact.]
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[The name "Ansem" rings a bell, but it holds very little meaning to Vanitas personally. Still, the idea of it all - being raised around creatures of darkness, trained by a man obsessed with some goal ("Seeker of Darkness" certainly gave that impression, at least) - seemed, again, far more familiar than Vanitas would have liked.
He was far from a stranger to hating others, but this was something entirely different.]
Tell me more.
[Again, the darkness stirs, and shifts violently. Begins to wrap itself around Sora's feet, holding him in place.
And Vanitas takes another step closer.]
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[The darkness wrapping around his feet is a warning sign, and he's immediately on guard. Something is up. Something can go very wrong here. He's tensing and keeping his eyes glued on Vanitas.]
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[Now he's walking toward Sora at an even pace, quietly directing the darkness holding him. It continues to move past his feet, up to his legs, but Vanitas isn't in a rush.
Even if Sora could get out, where would he go?]
You've lived in the darkness...and you have unfinished business with it.
Do you remember what that is, Sora?
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[Sora remains as calm as he can, ready to rip himself from the darkness if he must. Because this is quickly descending into dangerous territory. He won't dare look away from Vanitas--he has to be able to react to him, after all.]
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A long time ago, you gave part of yourself to the light. In turn, you shaped the darkness that matched that light.
[It's strange, to be saying this out loud - he hasn't, since he put all the pieces together. Still, he sounds confident, and almost strangely detached from the story. Saying it out loud only makes him more certain that he's right.
The darkness stops moving around Sora. Instead it begins to grow thicker, to hold him more firmly in place.]
But what you gave to the darkness was only half finished.
[He finally stops walking, less than an arms-length away from Sora.]
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...How so...?
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Because, idiot, if you're going to force someone to have a new face...
[He grins, keeping eye contact with Sora. Making certain that the other boy sees exactly what he was talking about.
It was past time to break the mirror.]
...the least you could do is give up your own.
[His hand closes the distance to Sora's face, covering it. There's no time wasted before he uses something - some tainted spell or darkness alone, it's nearly impossible to tell - to get the job done. Vanitas lets the spell linger, allowing the fire to rid Sora's features of everything that makes him recognizable. Everything that identifies him as Sora.
After all, it was only fair.]
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It's a shame that this is only a dream. He should have done this a long time ago. No - the other Sora, at least, had potential as a backup. But this one...worthless.
Something was still on Vanitas' mind, though he never let it bubble to the surface of his thoughts.
For a moment, the sound of waves grew louder.]