001 ◘ Void

[forgingoblivion]

[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.]

Comments

[reversedestiny]

[A void. Darkness. They're all oddly comforting for someone who was raised in the darkness. So instead, he'll quietly regard the other--the one whose voice is so similar to his own.]

...What if I don't want to?

[endtome]

[You know, nothing good has ever come from doing what Vanitas wants him to do. Besides, there's a difference to this visitor. A difference in how he reacts to the darkness, a difference in his confusion. Because he certainly recognizes some things. He recognizes the abyss, he recognizes the sounds. He stands out like a blazing fragment, a light within the deepest darkness.]

[His skin is glowing, and that's sort of weird. But no matter.]

Probably. [He sounds agreeable; but Ventus isn't going anywhere. Not just yet. Instead, he peers into the darkness, eyes training onto Vanitas not out of skill, but because they're connected. Because he knows him too well to lose sight of him that quickly.]

What is this place?

[sealedtruth]

[The man has no fear of the darkness surrounding him, and at the command and its unspoken threat, he merely allows a curious look to settle over his features, golden eyes studying the boy before him silently.]

Perhaps, but not yet.

[simulatedsummer]

[ Darkness feels surprisingly like it's no stranger to Roxas. Despite living in a world with an endless sunset, the concept isn't a stretch to him for whatever the reason. However, this isn't the kind of darkness that night casts, that natural darkness that curtains a world, beckoning sleep. Or the type of darkness that is just natural to the world itself.

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.

[histrionic]

[Nothingness and darkness don't give Kuja pause. He doesn't struggle or push. He remains where he is, hanging in mid-void, held aloft by his magic. Neither force nor sound of fighting or waves seem to draw his attention, though he is aware of them.

He holds back his own power, smiling at the boy who speaks.]

Should I? I wonder.

[There's no expression on his face as he watches the boy and begins to recite a poem.]

Once in the trees of Terra black birds sang
Of sorrow and the hidden scarlet moon,
Til through the empty cities dread bells rang
To herald fire's purifying tune.

[lottato_prima]

[Darkness cannot exist without light. And light without darkness. So if Vanitas approaches, so will he, encompassed in his own shroud of the Lifestream. It swirls over his form, melds, merges with it, as the two are one and he wouldn't have it any other way. His eyes are open, yet dulled over with death.

He's not quite human anymore, either.]

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[ooc: 'I hope you plan on cleaning that up.']