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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2018 22:33:51 GMT -5
A growing village huddled in the burned out fortress’ burned out shell like fresh green shoots slowly overtaking a mass of rotten timber. The buildings were a curious synthesis between steam and shingles, humble cottages and workshops incorporating salvaged pipes and bulbous convectors to create patchy modern comfort amidst rather hardscrabble arrangements. Shop signs and arrays of colorful baubles broke the monotony of granite, iron, and hardwood, hints of a booming economy of construction and scavenging. Radiant Garden’s fall into Darkness had created a great diaspora throughout the stars. It had been so long that most survivors had surrendered hope while eking out a living amidst Traverse Town’s ever-swollen districts of extraplanar refugees. Then impossibly, Hollow Bastion had been given to the living once again. Pilgrims and their descendants arrived every day, the shock of homecoming soon receding into the fervor of reclamation. What’d once been a cancerous crypt of a citadel had become a small spot of industrious hope amidst pitiless cerulean wastes. Ostensibly, Roxas was here to seek out the king, well ex-king anyway. It’d become pretty clear the new settlement had decided on a committee rather then giving unchecked monarchy another go. After how that went down the first time, who could blame them? All the reigning technocrats were familiar faces, though to them Roxas was stranger. Thus, he’d felt it prudent to not just come out with “So hey um I’m looking for the King who doomed your planet...” Not particularly eager to meet up with up with his former jailer and executioner, Roxas’ investigation as to whether Ansem even still lived was proving rather half-hearted at best. Yeah, he was Roxas' best bet on getting a lead to where Naminé was, but having to meet those eyes again, be asked to forgive when he just wanted to forget… It was just alot y’know? So he just boarded along the ramparts, content to let the quest rest while he soothed bundled nerves in the comfort of acceleration, motion muting troubled thoughts. The metallic geometry of chain-like fences blurred by as they meandered haphazardly along the machicolations, an imposition of crude industrial practicality upon the corpse of grandeur. Lost in this hairtrigger therapy of kickups and grinds on gables, a momentary glimpse of a face in the crowd below, and a familiar brush against his mind’s turbulent surface, nearly sent Roxas into a skidding tumble. He stopped, scanning the milling throngs. No, it’d just been his head playing tricks with the light. But his Heart said otherwise, a soul-deep certainly that dared the body to disobey. Grabbing up his skateboard under one arm, and slinging his backpack over the other, Roxas sprinted down the wall’s precarious stone stairs and into the courtyard. For a time all was lost in crushing crowds and confusing concourses, but Roxas wasn’t being led by sight. “Hey wait!” The boy ducked under a surprised passerby’s arm and spun around the corner where seeming blonde strands had been briefly ignited by the mid-day sun. “Naminé its me!”Kairi
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2018 23:36:53 GMT -5
She heard a voice calling for Naminé, which was the first thing that seemed strange her but then, she recognised the voice, the very same voice that had called out to her when she was still trying to remember Sora's name.
Kairi paused in her footsteps, just moments after she had turned the corner. The redhead leaned against the wall, waiting to see whether it was the same person who had reached out to her while seeking out Naminé. Once she saw a flash of dirty blonde hair, she kicked her feet off of the wall and turned to face him, the ocean hues of her eyes trained on the boy before her.
So, this is Roxas. It was strange to see him in the flesh, considering that both he and Naminé had always appeared at ghostly apparitions to them. Her eyes scanned him up and down, drinking in every detail of the Nobody of her best friend, his other half — Roxas gave off a different vibe, held a more mature disposition and as she took a step towards him, leaning in close to study the details of his face, she took notice of the brewing storm detected in the depths of those eyes; it was very different from what she was used to seeing in those same blue eyes.
They smelt different too. Sora was like a breath of fresh air, ready to throw caution to the wind and he smelled like the sea and the morning air, reminiscent of their playground not too far from the shores of the mainland; there were subtle hints of sweat from running around and playing under the sun as well. As for Roxas, Kairi managed to get a whiff of sea salt, a lot stronger than the undertones of Sora, and there was a hint of pinewood lingering in the folds of his clothes.
A hand lingered over her heart, feeling the vague sense of emptiness. If Roxas were here, that meant Naminé could probably exist on her own as well. It was no wonder that had come a day that she couldn't hear Naminé as much as she used to, but she felt like it would be an appropriate thing to ask Roxas later, once they've gotten past proper introductions.
"That's not my name, I'm Kairi," the girl said in the exact tone she used in her last conversation with Roxas but there was an apparent hint of playfulness in her voice. "It's nice to meet you properly, Roxas. Naminé's told me a lot about you." TAGGED // @tapir NOTES // There you go
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2018 18:08:40 GMT -5
The amiable statement brought on an inundation of vertigo, the sensation of falling. Roxas staggered briefly as if struck against the temple, bracing himself against the hardwood wall of the workshop whose corner they’d turned. A few errant glances of concern from passerby receded as the young man quickly recovered, but disequilibrium remained etched on his features. “Kairi,” the name came out almost a question in the boy’s soft tenor. “I know you,” the words gained more strength with the rising tide of recollection, yet a wince evinced the pain remembering apparently brought Roxas, like hands slashed while grasping at the shards of a shattered mirror. “You’re that girl he… “ A blink cut off the recitation, drawing down thin sandy brows. When Roxas’ eyes opened again, they possessed greater lucidity, if not peace. The disorienting boomerang back to the present brought on a creeping blush around his lower cheeks and earlobes. The sudden urge to embrace a girl he barely knew in the immediate sense possessed an intensity that took Roxas’ off-guard. Sora felt deeply for Kairi, a fathoms deep feeling whose length eclipsed Roxas’ mayfly lifetime many times over. It might drown Roxas if he wasn’t careful. Sheesh, awkward, let’s … try this again? There was something about the lilt in Kairi’s voice and the dips around the lips that accentuated her expressions, that teased a hint of a smile from a boy who did it rarely. “Good to meet you too Kairi,” Roxas said as he shifted the weight of the backpack on his shoulder in order to offer a handshake, still red around the ears from his previous indiscretion. The formality of an official meeting felt weird compared to the instant familiarity Sora’s soul imparted, but anything to help delineate his life from Sora’s was helpful right now. She’d mentioned Naminé in way that both made Roxas hopeful in light of his question and bashful for… reasons he couldn’t really unpack right now. His mysterious liberator had bid Roxas to seek out Naminé, implied that she could help him winnow reality from lingering delusion. The rational part of Roxas’ mind wondered if finding Kairi accomplished this, while he was instinctually put off by the notion, and what it would force him to concede about his own nature. Besides, asking “Hey do you still have a witch inside of you that can fix my brain” seemed kinna alot follow up with after hello. “Long way from the Isles,” he noted with a glance around battered battlements and the distant crowded courtyard beneath a bright cloudless sky. The statement had the air of a question, but also held a cautious concern. Kairi
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2018 8:43:41 GMT -5
Kairi remembered the conversation far too well, about how Roxas referred to her as 'the girl he likes'. At that point of time, she hadn't thought too much about it as she desperately struggled to remember his name. It was only when his voice had somehow butted into their conversation that she remembered.
She took Roxas' outstretched hand but instead of giving a firm handshake, Kairi pulled the boy into a half-hug before pulling away. "Welcome back, Roxas," Kairi chirped, pleased to finally meet him at last. Her hands rested on his shoulders, examining the boy ever so carefully; he felt just like a normal person. When their palms had met, Kairi could feel the warmth flowing through him. It was hard to believe that Nobodies were merely just half a person, not when they felt no different from Somebodies just like herself.
Kairi could not help but giggle at Roxas' remark. "Long way indeed. Sora and Riku dropped me off here before flying off to do what they need to do," she explained, gesturing to the buildings around here. "I used to live here with my grandmother in Radiant Garden before I ended up on Destiny Islands. You could say it's sort of my home too..."
However, she knew that the both of them knew: between Destiny Islands and Radiant Garden, the isles felt more like home to her. If not, she would have found herself being transported back to Radiant Garden instead of ending up the edge of Destiny Islands, just before she had parted from Sora.
"Is..." she paused, looking around the boy for a sign of the brunette popping up of nowhere and keeping her ears open for the prominent quacking sound that only could belong to Donald and the familiar "ahyuk" laughter of Goofy but there was nothing, none of all. "... Sora not with you? Or Riku?"
Once again, Roxas' presence had reminded her of the empty space in her heart. She could still feel Naminé but not as strongly as before. "Naminé isn't here with me," she told him before he could ask. She had hoped to see the familiar flaxen-haired girl with him, considering Kairi had done her best to promise that she'd be with Sora every day so that both Roxas and Naminé could see each other. TAGGED // @tapir NOTES // There you go
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2018 14:46:13 GMT -5
Roxas blinked in surprise as Kairi took the handshake a mite farther then he expected or was used to. Physical contact besides the chance collisions of combat hadn’t happened very often while with the Organization, The Castle that Never Was not being exactly the most touchy-feely place. Being shoved around when he, Axel, or Xion’d were joking around was pretty much it. This was definitely different, not bad exactly, but Roxas froze up a little without really meaning to. “Thanks,” he managed, The embrace was brief and the sensation of Kairi’s soft warmth soon faded from his skin. However, the short nudge out of his comfort zone reminded Roxas that his expeirence among Somebodies that wasn’t heart-collecting missions, illusions, or borrowed from Sora was actually rather limited. Going from considering himself just a normal dude in Ansem’s simulation to being some a stranger in a strange land was more then a little disorienting. Kairi explained that Sora and Riku had dropped her off here like a sack of ginger potatoes before jetting off to go beat the ever-loving snot out of some threat to the Worlds. It evoked in Roxas, both a pang of jealously (blading people in the face sounded way more awesome then finding a jaundiced ex-king) and a hint of concern. Since briefly rejoining Sora, Roxas’d learned that Kairi was more then …whatever complicated semi-something Kairi was to Sora. She was also a Princess of Heart. Roxas admittedly was kinna fuzzy on what that meant exactly, but he got the gist. Was this intergalactic truck-stop really the smart place to leave a piece of Light Incarnate? It made a little more sense when Kairi explained this used to be home a long while back. Having just sort of assumed she’d been born on the same World as Sora and Riku, Roxas was thrown for a little mental loop. Wait …had Kairi needed to flee with her grandma when this place had succumbed to Darkness? She’d seemed to be smiling though. Maybe he was just overthinking this? These questions were stilled his when companion used the worlds almost home, emphasis on the almost. He nodded in understanding. In truth, The World The Never Was, could technically be called Roxas’ home. He’d ‘grown up’ there, and could’ve traversed the Castle’s cyclopean corridors in his sleep. Yet, Twilight Town was the home he chose, even if some of its streets felt bittersweet to walk alone. Twilight Town better represented who Roxas wanted to be, even if the former was inescapably intertwined with who he was. The hesitation in Kairi’s voice brought Roxas’ attention back from following the panoramic sweep of her hand at the cobbled together urbanity. Even though the question was pretty much inevitable, her query about his Other made Roxas’ stomach sink. Kairi glanced around him in hope of a familiar face. Her innocent expectation of another alloyed Roxas like so much debased coin. Hands slid deep into cargo pant’s pockets, contorting slender shoulders unnaturally. “He’s uh,” the memory of driving Sora into Darkness, meeting an offer of reconciliation with thankless wrath, stung Roxas. He wondered if…or even how, he should tell Kairi about the change that’d might’ve come upon Sora. Maybe it was nothing, just a dream, but the tenebrous torments Sora’d suffered lingered in the back of Roxas’d mind like black ink splattered across a pure white page. Seeing Kairi then, waiting for the same ol’ Sora to just come tromping back, big shoes and even broader smiles…he just…couldn’t. Roxas shook his head. “He’s ok,” he lied with a comforting smile, the same carefree grin Roxas’d given while pleading Xion to just let her burning questions rest and let their precious present persevere one more day. “just dealin’ with some stuff right now.”
Kairi answered his Heart’s wonderings aloud. Naminé wasn’t here. The Stranger’s cryptic geas wasn't yet fulfilled. Roxas wondered how that could be, but didn’t ask. Questions about Naminé had a unwelcome tendency to correspondently create even more about himself. “That’s alright,” he assured with a gently chastising smirk, “You’re more then worth meeting’ for your own own sake y’know.” Roxas looked around at the small eddy their standing conversation was causing in the flow of the crowds. “Mind if I walk with you a bit?” Kairi
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2018 21:08:18 GMT -5
It came to Kairi as no surprise — Sora was busy out there, travelling with his friends while forging new friendships and doing all this while sticking true to his objective of keeping the darkness at bay. However, from the way Roxas had said it, she couldn't tell whether it was pure awkwardness or there was something more; she didn't know Roxas too well but she could distinctly point out the major differences between him and Sora.
She refused to treat Roxas and Sora as the same person.
"I don't mind. In fact, you're more than welcome to," Kairi said before turning in the direction she had been heading and walking. This time, with Roxas alongside her. "I'd like to apologise for sort of breaking our promise. We tried to be together every day so that you and Naminé can be together too but..."
There was a lingering silence, a hand resting over where her heart was. "I don't really feel her as strongly as I used to," Kairi admitted, giving Roxas a concerned look. "I was hoping you'd know where she is too." TAGGED // @tapir NOTES // There you go. It's a tad bit short but I wanted to keep the flow there, more than anything else.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2018 20:19:58 GMT -5
“Been tryin’ to find her actually,” Roxas supplied after seeing Kairi’s expression. That piece of information just made things alot more complicated. A sense of foreboding nagged at his skull, though it was still too undefined for Roxas to say why exactly, a dull peal of thunder muffled by distant mountains. “Was hoping,” ok maybe hope was a really strong word here, “to find King Ansem the Wise since he used to work with her.” The victim of said work grimaced slightly, but tried to keep his mind and eyes on what was in front of him, sidestepping a trio of sweating workmen bearing loads of timber. If he wanted to finally be free of facsimiles, he’d have to find Naminé, or so implied his unnervingly comedic savior. But after more mornings then’d he care to admit of waking up with a gnawing dread on a suspiciously pleasant morning, wondering which side of counterfeit coin he was on right now, Roxas’ gut told him he’d never feel free until he looked Ansem in the eyes man to man. Just…did it really have to be today? “And uh it’s alright Kairi,” Roxas ameliorated in belated reply to Kairi’s after a long swallow. “I might’ve broken that promise first.” That oath between himself and Naimné was one of the few things he remembered from the Sora’s crusade into his former home. Even after everything faded into forgetfulness, the wrenching pain of seperation, those words still echoed in his dreams. Turns out, he’d remembered the one promise he couldn’t keep, figures right? Another thing to apologize to Naminé for, guess he’d add it to the list. “Hey Kairi,” he led with cautiously after a peaceful period of traversing stone steps and let his companion lead their weaving way through shops string with baubles, busting boiler-works, and nascent foundations. “Need to ask something that might be… kinna private,” Roxas warned with a wary glance around them. Their surroundings weren’t exactly suspicious, but this wasn’t the kind of thing you just said out loud. “Don’t have to answer.” Roxas looked across a shoulder to where Naminé walked beside him, looking past indigo iris’s into a still wider sea. Did you have a run-in with Darkness before she started fading? Roxas’ mental voice was a quiet thing, slurred slightly by a reverberation following almost imperceptibly after, as someone familiar to them both spoke the same words just slightly out of synch. A bad one I mean. Errant thoughts leaked though to his companion through the phrenic phrases, saturated with memories of cloaked figures on ivory thrones, stumbling from dreaming delirium to a nightmare that transcended waking, his frantic fingers torn from Sora’s gasp, and the chill of Darkness so deep it numbed the soul to sleep. Anything you can remember?
Roxas bit his lower lip, gaze now fixed on the well worn cobblestones scraping beneath his footsteps. It might help me find her.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2018 20:03:42 GMT -5
"Roxas," Kairi began, looking away from him. She remembered how the machine had exploded right in front of them. Mickey had tried to run towards him; the Princess made sure she held the King back so that he didn't do anything foolish or get himself hurt. The girl remembered being overwhelmed by a dazzling light, threatening to knock her off of her feet (she remembered Sora holding her up) and then, there had been a brief blackout and by the time she awoke, Riku managed to regain his original appearance, much to Sora and Kairi's relief.
"If you're talking about Ansen the Wise, he's no longer with us," Kairi murmured sadly. No longer here in the world of the living. Had Roxas not seen the events unfurl from within Sora?
Kairi thought for a moment before shaking her head. She hadn't felt any darkness and as a Princess of Heart, she was aware that darkness shouldn't have affected her in any form. Roxas spoke of broken promises but Kairi merely shook her head.
"Naminé and I did speak a little bit about this. Naminé understands and I don't think she was ever mad at you. As a Keyblade wielder, we carry the burden of making the worlds safe," Kairi explained. "For ourselves and for everyone else who couldn't get the chance to do so. My job, as a Princess as well as a Keyblade warrior, is to make sure those worlds are safe too — that the light would always be there, even during their darkest times."
Once that had gotten out, Roxas spoke up about wanting to question Kairi about something. At first, Kairi had flinched from the sudden intrusion of another voice in her mind, a voice that wasn't Naminé but she relaxed once she realised that it was just Roxas; they had done this before. She merely shook her head in response – people were watching after all.
"I'm not too sure," she said but she added as an afterthought, responding to his telepathic message. "Was it the same for you?"
Nod your head if it's a yes, just shake if it's a no. Let's make this look like a normal conversation as much as we can, Kairi reminded him. All I remember is that one day, I felt a little emptier, a little off.
Being a Princess of Heart meant that she was one of the those who had a heart so pure that she would be unaffected by the darkness of people around her but there were those who would want to harness her power, that they wouldn't do it through her directly — but they would be willing to kill her to get her heart into their hands.
Yet, Kairi knew that there were other alternatives than to kill her. For instance, Naminé.
Naminé was a different story: she was a being of darkness and even though she was the Nobody of a Princess of Heart, Kairi had a feeling did not make her any less susceptible to such things. She found herself staring into stormy azure orbs, quite unlike the clear blue ones she was accustomed to seeing, that she had missed so dearly for a year before finally meeting him again. TAGGED // @tapir NOTES // There you go.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2018 0:01:54 GMT -5
“Oh.” The lack of satisfaction he felt at learning of Ansem’s demise took Roxas himself off-guard. It wasn’t regret exactly, and Kairi’s lamenting tone sent a prickle of ornery annoyance up his spine. There weren’t really words to properly encapsulate his hatred for the Sage King, how weak remembering those golden eyes made him feel, what it was like to learn everything you’d known was a lie and you were the nothing at its center. Then why’d this death feel like so many others …something unfinished? Kairi broke him from these thoughts, surprising Roxas out of his pensive frown. There was another mention of Naminé and Kairi speaking about him, which brought that uncertain lightness to his stomach again. “I’m glad,” he replied in earnest. That Naminé understood was reassuring. Yet, the words that followed made him less so. Kairi spoke of a mutual burden they supposedly shared, an obligation to the Worlds to preserve the Light. Roxas’d been instilled with a very different vision of what it was to be ‘chosen’ by the keyblade. His purpose’d been tearing apart poor saps the Organization’d turned into Heartless. Roxas’d been trained to kill, not protect. His light brought searing death, not hope. He’d been the Key of Destiny, just a weapon that turned souls into fuel for his master’s ambition. To be honest? Before everything with Xion, he’d actually been pretty content. What Kairi talked about… just seemed so divorced from everything he’d known, a fantasy that belonged in the fleeting dreams he and Sora shared. That it was true just made it seem all the more alien. “Wait, you’re a Wielder?” Woah, now he felt even more behind. Seeing Kairi flinch at his mental touch brought a pang of guilt to Roxas’ gut. He didn’t do this often, and definitely couldn’t come close to Naminé’s finesse. She reminded him to make this look natural, and Roxas kept walking while he processed her explanation, such as it was. Apparently she just felt a little emptier one day, no Darkness or pain. Roxas found the ensuing sudden surge of relief disorienting, wondering if the charity was actually his own. She asked if this gentle absence had been how he’d been parted from Sora. Roxas grimaced at memory of agony and shook his head, ducking from Kairi’s long gaze under the pretense of ascending a some stone steps. “Guess I need to figure out where to go next,” he supplied as their stroll continued under the shadow of ruined ramparts and patchwork fortifications. “If Ansem’s passed,” nope still not as satisfying as it should be, “and Naminé left you quietly…” The boy let out a long pensive breath as he readjusted a backpack strap with a shoulder shrug. “Need another lead” Kairi
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2018 0:35:07 GMT -5
"Oh," Kairi found herself flushing at the knowledge, even though she had found out from the moment Riku had handed her Destiny's Embrace, deeming her worthy of wielding it. Instead of saying anything more, she settled for just nodding her head to reaffirm Roxas' statement. Whatever bond that existed between Roxas and Sora seemed a little different from Naminé and her own. If anything, Naminé seemed to be more aware of what was going on around her in spite of the fact that they had long fused into a single being.
Now, it was evident that they were separate once again.
"I'm coming with you to find Naminé," Kairi said with absolution. "If you want to increase your chances of finding Naminé, then I'm your best bet since I am her Other."
The two of them continued walking and even though it was unspoken, she could feel a wave of sadness wash over Roxas, as though he had done wrong, soon after his mental intrusion. "Don't worry about it," she said, sending a smile in his direction. "I'm not used to other voices in my head apart from Naminé."
Indeed, that was the case. She hadn't meant to make Roxas feel as though he were the odd one out. In fact, most of her knowledge about Roxas was merely things she heard from both Sora and Naminé and sometimes Riku but she couldn't say she truly knew the boy, not as an individual.
"Hey, what do you say about Twilight Town being one of the stops?" Kairi said, turning to him. "Do you have a means of travel for two people this time? If we're going to talk about leads, we can start from the Restoration Committee." TAGGED // @tapir NOTES // There you go.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2018 2:05:10 GMT -5
Roxas blinked at being abruptly informed he had a traveling companion. He briefly slowed on the road, eyebrows furrowing, before promptly stumbling forward as the pressing shoulders and churning throngs of Radiant Garden’s foot traffic jostled his backpack. “Kairi,” he began, jogging for a few seconds to put himself back at a place and pace as to not get run over by urgent urbanites. “I’m taking the Corridors,” he scanned the Princess’ face for comprehension of the inter-realms’ labyrinthine dangers. “There’s all sort’s of…” Yet looking into those full features set in amiably adamant resolve, blue eyes that neither challenged him nor gave an inch of ground, Roxas’ protestations ceased before they were finished. She was a Wielder now. Safety wasn’t possible anymore, if it ever could’ve been for a Princess of Heart. Besides, Kairi was also just plain right, she was his best bet. “Ok,” he assented, soft tenor surrendering into a flicker of a smile. Yet, Kairi’s intuition soon proved more unnerving then her audacity. Was it really that obvious, or was he getting a glimpse of why ‘Princess of Heart’ wasn’t just a title? Maybe both? “Not going to make it habit,” Roxas affirmed lightly with a tap to his own forehead before bring the skateboard crossways over his shoulders, hands dangling over the edge, “Thinking’s hard enough already.” He met his new comrade’s suggestions with a thoughtful head-bob that spilled blond bangs everywhere in tawny tousles. “Makes sense,” he conceded graciously, clearly at ease with the traveling arrangement after having made his peace with it. “ Crossroads of the Universe, gotta be somebody there thats heard somethin’.” The normally soft-spoken boy took a breath, answering preceding questions in order best could. “No ship, so I've been taking the Corridors. You’ll need to use my cloak,” a hand lowered from the propped up skateboard to pat his backpack, “and yeah, we can do that. I’ll need to stay longer in town for supplies anyway.” Kairi
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2018 2:50:27 GMT -5
An expression akin to relief began to flicker across Roxas' face, despite his initial desire to protest. Kairi carefully observed him, noting how subtle Roxas expressed himself, from the curve of his lips to the corners of his eyes, crinkling ever so slightly at the knowledge that he would not be alone. Or at least, that was what she assumed — his search for Naminé would be made a lot easier now.
"No, Roxas. It's fine. Corridors of Darkness don't affect us," Kairi reassured him, having been told this a long time ago. Since their hearts are made out of pure light, she did not feel any sense of being overwhelmed while she had been in the in-betwixt. "It's something to do with our heights being made out of pure light."
Roxas brought up an unfamiliar term: Crossroads of the Universe. What did that mean? As usual, Sora and Riku hadn't mentioned anything like it and neither had Yen Sid. Pushing that thought to the back of her head, she jerked her head to the front, an indication that they should continue in that direction.
"Let's go find Yuffie and the rest. I'm sure they'll be able to help somehow, with the travelling situation and the supplies." TAGGED // @tapir NOTES // This will be my final post for this thread. Let's wrap this up!
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2018 3:19:50 GMT -5
Surprises were turning to just sort of be a ‘thing’ with Kairi as she assured him that the corruption-choked pits between worlds held no terror. It defied all sense. Even for Roxas, something of native nature to the lightless liminal spaces, the Corridors were disorienting and dangerous in ways that had little to do with Dusks and Shadows. The thought of a Somebody just being able to waltz through unprotected was…ludicrous? But Kairi was more then Somebody, as was becoming increasingly clear. She had a Heart of pure Light, something that went against what little Roxas knew about the soul’s metaphysics. The Dark had no claim on her. Roxas was getting the distinct impression that he might have to just acclimate himself to Kairi making her own rules. “Woah,” he uttered, awe widening his eyes through slow blinks, "that’s…” Amazing? Impossible? Utterly beyond my comprehension? “…handy.” Kairi set their bearings, and Roxas let the weight of his task's solitude and the skateboard slip from his shoulders. “Right behind you.” FIN Kairi
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