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| 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... ( Scenario 1 - Apprentice )( Scenario 2 - Wielder )( Scenario 3 - Master )
[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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| [Christmas isn't always a fairytale. It's not always about Santa, or getting presents. Not always about families, not always about togetherness.]
[Sometimes, Christmas equates to isolation. It's something Roxas has gotten used to.]
[Here in the orphanage, plenty of kids are getting excited over the season. It's the season to be jolly-- and the season for couples to feel that little pang of longing, to have a young one of their own bouncing into their room, ripping the colorful paper off presents and beaming up at the camera that will capture them for ages to come.]
[So the orphanage opens it's doors, lets more people in than usual and gives the children a chance to be at their best- playing, fighting, crying; laughing, in front of the many potential mothers and fathers that look their way. Roxas just doesn't understand it.]
[So he stays out of the way, under a tree with his little black book, and writes about far off worlds with disappearing cats and talking caterpillars, because when you don't know what you're missing--]
[How can you want it?]
[OOC: Meet a smaller Roxas than usual- around eight years old and brimming with confusion over the current events. Essentially playing up his lack of understanding to both christmas and family, so-- feel free to pull him from that isolation.] | |
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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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| [At first, everything is dark. There's nothing but black and empty space...yet, somehow, this isn't scary at all. Maybe because there's something nearby - something warm and inviting. Safe.
A bright light in the distance.
But maybe not so far away after all. Soon there's solid ground. It's a circular platform that looks like stained glass, but doesn't feel fragile. It's brightly colored, and covered in pictures...pictures that must come from somewhere.
Maybe they mean something to the child on the other side of the platform. The boy is walking around, looking a little confused...and with good reason. He had just been here a few hours ago, hadn't he? The person he had been talking to before was sleeping. So why was he back here? Was this a dream?
That's when he turns around, finally noticing that he's not alone. In a confused, but friendly tone, he asks-]How'd you get here? | |
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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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| [ the patterned silk cast shadows over the large cloth tent Riku sat in. he frowned as he watched the shadows of the dancers outside twist and stretch over the material, letting light and darkness settle over the cotton that lay beneath him and the stuffed pillows strewn about.
he'd had this dream--what, three times?
he glowered at the entrance to the tent, the flap blowing lightly in the breeze. then, his gaze flickered downwards, to the crystal ball atop the table before him. he knew there was really no point in trying to get up and leave. his ankle was already tethered to the bottom of the ball, like he was a prisoner in a cartoon. and, like the last three times, he was in costume, too, an orange tunic on his back with patterned pants tied about his waist, a shawl covering most of his body afterwards. ]This is ridiculous. [ what did recurring dreams mean? recurring problems?
ugh, he couldn't even remember, anymore. his mind hurt too much from the folksy songs the gypsies outside were singing and from the differed timelines each one of their steps took.
the dream always ended when he gave a guy his fortune. fine. he'd just wait until that moment came. ][ ooc: permissions post yet again! ] | |
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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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| [ It's the smell first that hits your senses, sugary and sweet. There are cakes everywhere, in various stages of completeness, many tiered, sheet cakes, birthday cakes, wedding cakes, extravagant and simple.
And in the middle of it all is a girl. She looks about fourteen, slightly on the taller side of average and she's dressed in casual clothes, hair tied back and out of the way. She's got a mixing bowl in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other, and she's mixing while humming a song.
When the girl finally turns around, she grins, and motions to the confections laid out before her. ] You can take one, if you want. | |
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| [They say that home is where the heart is, right? Appropriate then that one searching for a heart would end up dreaming of the place he had felt most at home.
You'll find yourself on the steps of a clocktower, mere metres away from the perfect place to sit and enjoy the view. The sunset's as beautiful as it always is in this place, the weather perfect and the atmosphere one of comfortable familiarity.
However, your seat is already occupied- a young man in a black coat sits at the edge of the tower, feet dangling. There's an ice cream bar in one of his hands and the other is splayed out against the bricks, holding him up as he leans back slightly, taking it all in.
You gonna join him? He is waiting for someone- after all, this is where they always meet after missions. Why should today be any different?] | |
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