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| [All the nightmares lately, it's finally time for this kid to have a nice dream. And it's about something he's missed a lot: sweets. That's right, the entire world right now is edible. The clouds that you can float up to are cotton candy, there are peppermint trees, and chocolate streams, even soda waterfalls. The entire place is edible, and Sora is enjoying it so very, very much. Rolling through sugargrass, nibbling at flowers made of frosting, he can be found most anywhere in this sweets-based dream world.] | |
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| The forest is quiet, and green. A cloaked man heads towards an altar in a clearing, already laid out with candles and, crosswise, his sword in its sheath. He takes a deep, cleansing breath, and picks it up.
"Kunzite!"
The voice interrupts him. He fires a swift, angry look in its direction, unwilling to let the blue-haired girl hurrying towards the clearing from the forest's edge interfere in this. Under his glower, the ground shakes violently and a chasm opens between them, stopping her short as she scrambles to keep her balance and can go no further. She shouts something else, but her voice is useless and the sound is stillborn. Her mouth works uselessly, frantically, as she tries to make herself heard, to no avail.
Kunzite frees the weapon from its rest, and throws the sheath carelessly on the ground. His hands are steady as he deals his own death blow and gives a great, wordless cry. Mercury can only watch, face tight with conflicting emotions and dark eyes forcibly dry.
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There's nothing to explain how the forest has suddenly changed, but Mercury is still there. The chasm is gone. The altar has been replaced by a memorial tablet. Glimmering flowers, closed buds made of living ice, grow throughout the entire clearing; it doesn't take counting to know there are one thousand and ninety-four.
Mercury tends the grave site, as she has done regularly for three years now, as she will do tomorrow when she awakens. If the passing of time has helped to alleviate the impact, it has not lessened the importance. As she pours the water over the stone, her face becomes almost calm in repose as she sinks into reflection.
She could use a sympathetic presence. | |
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| [Welcome home.]
[Maybe you’ve never been here before. Or maybe this place isn’t quite what you remember. But there’s something inside that tells you, you’re here to stay. You belong here. With Roxas. And with Sora. They have a very special story to tell you. One they haven’t told anybody else. No one except for you. Because you’re special. You’ve always been special, didn’t you know?]
[They do.]Once upon a time- time, like the present. [There are shadows, painted across the ground in long, dark strokes. The sun is high in the sky, casting rays onto the sandy beach, across the carefully hand crafted walkways and bridges.]
[The world feels small. Cold.]
[At the center of it all, like a mirage across the field, are two more shadows. Distinct in shape, anybody could’ve cast them; it’s the same matter that walks at your feet, crawls across the wall behind you, in every hour of everyday. Together, they clasp hands, reciting a story they both know well. It’s so hard to tell...but one could begin to think that they were smiling.]There was a boy made of light, with a heart made of glass. A heart a little bigger, maybe smaller than some, than most. But so very precious. So very BREAKABLE. [Hands squeeze, so very tightly. Even from a distance, it almost looks like they’re breaking each other’s skin, digging into the palms of their hands, sinking their fingers deeper and deeper, if only so they never. Let. Go.]One day, he wandered into the wood, into the dark where the shadows wait and creep and reach. Even a heart of glass can be filled with courage. So when the shadows pulled and pushed, and pushed. And pulled. He didn’t break. Instead, it laid out piece by piece, all the right things to let him break himself. He shattered into two: One and another. But even though he was broken, it was still okay. Because a long as he held onto his other, he could still be whole. But there was something in the water... [A pause. For a moment, one of the voices stutters into silence. It feels guilty, the heavy weight of defeat and treason;a thick cloud seeping his very being. All across the ground, tainting the air.]
[He feels guilty. And so do you.]A shadow. And it wanted to smother the light, hated how it shone wherever the two touched. So it waited. It waited for that moment when the two were not whole, when one ventured forth in search of everything for the other. It reached out, called, tempted. Until there was no air. One sank. The other watched. But one and the other never let go, one hand clasped around the other. Under the dark water, the shadow began to snap pieces off his light, began to devour them and make them a part of himself. And when one became the shadow, he pulled the other down into the black and asked in one's voice, 'Would you be with me? Would you let me eat you too?' The boy cried and struggled to bring the light back. He mourned his loss, his voice cried no. But his heart said yes. And so together, they went into the dark. Piece by piece. Still whole, still together. But the dark is vast. The water is lonely.
And the shadow is always hungry. [The sand shifts under soft footsteps, Sora and Roxas move in tandem closer to their friend, beckoning you forward. Eyes linger in one spot, and one spot only, centering in on the beating heart pattering away under your chilled skin.]
So They asked their friend...
Would you be with us too?
[ooc: Roxas and Sora in the aftermath of this thread.] | |
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| [The world he is in today is a generic city with tall, glass buildings, rain and flickering lights thanks to the storm. People are inside, save for the boy. But he's strange today. For one, his entirety is deep black, save for his eyes, which glow gold. He doesn't seem too bothered by the rain, and indeed, he isn't. He doesn't seem wet at all, at least in the normal sense. While there's that layer of water, it doesn't change his appearance at all. Because he's a Heartless, and he's fully embracing this and is thus on the prowl for hearts.]
[OOC: Sort of a chessboard flip. He's embraced his Heartless self instead of denied them. He may try to eat your character's heart, so let me know if you're okay with him eventually succeeding if he tries. He may also just converse with your character.] | |
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| The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes.[But perhaps in this case, it was different. Prosaic and memorable as those words may be, they don't hold true to this moment.]The closer you get to the light, the slimmer the chance you'll survive. Isn't that right, Roxas? [A pause, and the boy laughs, cold and chilling, staring about the dream world once shared by two close individuals with extreme interest. Roxas screams in his mind, but it's oh so easy to simply block him out- he'd learned to do that years ago.]
[There was so much here, so much to ruin, so much to-- break.]
[So many people.]
[So little time.]
[Lips curl upwards into a cruel smile, and the illusion of Roxas simply lasts but a moment. Then it's gone, and a shadow stands in his wake. Solid, alive... and with a stark, chilling resemblance to Sora that Roxas has never held.]Let's go have some fun. [OOC: all replies will be made with the journal ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif) endinsentiment. The flip of the chessboard occurs in the opposite other being in play-- and Roxas falling under possession instead of Sora. Please be advised violence and character injury is liable to occur-- please let me know if character death is okay.] | |
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| Oh bother. Seems as if you've lost your way.
You've been meandering as 'whatever-you-are's tend to do quite often, if only because 'whatever-you-ares' are very good at meandering.
But perhaps it might have been better to do what 'whatever-you-are's do best some other time, since you are actually searching for a very specific somebody! They most certainly will help you today, you think. Help you find some hunny, or track down those dastardly heffalumps and woozles. Perhaps to help tend your garden, or build your house which will just fall over anyway. It always does. And maybe in the future, you'll need them to fetch you from that tree when you'll be blown into by a blustery wind on a blustery day!
Either way, you'll hear the pitter patter of footsteps approach from behind, perhaps a stranger, or perhaps a very good friend.
And when you turn, this maybe-friend-or-perhaps-stranger greets you!
Sora offers a hand. "There you are!" And a warm smile. "You ready?"
[ooc: Oh dear- you've been turned into a stuffed animal/person/creature in the Hundred Acre wood. But have no fear, whatever flight of fancy strikes you, Sora's here to help and protect! Action tags or prose, you can know you're dreaming or remain oblivious, have Sora take you on a misadventure, or take Sora on one of yours! Have fun and be as creative as you want - after all, it's what 'whatever-you-are's are best at. ] | |
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| [No. No, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening. This just can't be--
The dreamscape this time around is dark. It's a twisted world, a strange pit that loosely resembles his childhood home of Destiny Islands. And he's just... Sitting there. Injured, to reflect the hard battle he fought back in the waking world. But it hadn't been enough, and there's a rip in his shirt to show as much. And there, right on his chest, peeking out of the rip in his shirt, is a black and red symbol, though only a corner can be seen.
He's just lost for the moment, staring straight ahead.]...I... He really... [[OOC: The symbol is only from his own perceived state and a reflection of what happened to him. Yup, folks, he lost his heart, making him permanently here until it's gotten back.]] | |
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| [The first thing one might notice when entering this dream, is the rain - heavy drops falling to the ground, pooling on the ground to puddles.
The Darkness weights heavy in this world and dream, shadows sliding over rain-slick streets, waiting waiting waiting to fight an opponent, to devour a heart, to create yet another of their kin.
But aside of the Heartless there is only one other being present in this dream, a boy, dressed in a dark coat, a hood hiding hair and face. He is wandering the city, ignored by the Heartless - as tempting as they might feel by the muted smell of his heart, there is something about him that warns them off; a strange, possessive smell that stems from one of their own.
It has been a long time since Riku's dreams have been anything, but this.
Anything, but dark.
He isn't bothered by that, not anymore. Not since realizing that someone has to bear the weight of the darkness.
That in this, he can protect all things he holds dear; even if once he has taken the last step, has accepted all of Ansem's powers as his own, he will no longer be able to return home or to his friends' side.
He has accepted that.
The darkness - be it real or dream - has long lost its terror to him.
So he continues wandering the streets, maybe aimless, maybe to find that one person he has been preparing to encounter.] | |
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| [Tonight's dream is different. It's, perhaps, more vivid than others. The colors are richer, more vibrant. Almost happy, whereas previous dreams had muted colors. Which is nice, because TwilightTown really is beautiful. And out and about in this world? Is none other than Sora. Except he's different. He's all grown up. And he seems much more sure of himself as he walks, moving between the markets and the alleys and the streets in general, just enjoying the eternal twilight.] | |
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| [As summer starts to peak, the beach is a great place to be, and it's bustling. Everything for a day of fun is here: nets for volleyball, plenty of people swimming or sunning themselves, kids chasing or running away from the waves, sand castles, and... a giant igloo.
Somehow, the beach-goers seem to accept this. The snowy dome digs stubbornly right into the sand, arrogantly ignoring the beating heat of the sun like a challenge. The very air around it radiates cold. Catchy pop music with sly lyrics comes from inside, where it's cold enough for the workers to wear parkas and ice skates.
The workers make graceful looping designs as they skate the food to the customers - ice cream in very distinct flavors: "Sailor Mercury" (blueberry with a hint of blackberry), "Sailor Mars" (strawberry and cherry, quite strong), "Sailor Jupiter" (mostly a mix of mints with a touch of watermelon), "Sailor Venus" (peach and mango), and even "Sailor Moon" (rainbow sherbet).
There's a second, personal igloo nearby. There, just outside its entrance, Mizuno Ami is relaxing on the beach. She deserves it. She reclines lazily on a low chair, book in hand, with a small basket of sandwiches nearby and even a tropical fruit drink right within her grasp.
A small crowd vies for the sunbather's attention, admiring her swimsuit (a modest but stylish one-piece), inviting her to join a game, showing off their own efforts, or offering ice cream. All in all? Perfect.] - Tags:ami mizuno [v2], sora [v2], ᘚ barret wallace [v1], ᘚ bianca [v1], ᘚ cloud strife [v1], ᘚ naruto uzumaki [v1], ᘚ oerba dia vanille [v1], ᘚ seth nightlord [v2], ᘚ sousuke sagara (kashim) [v1.1], ᘚ the doctor (eleven) [v1], ᘚ ventus [v2]
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