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Post by xehanort on Aug 10, 2019 20:47:55 GMT -5
He stumbled for the 'nth time yet, his hand seeking out the nearest sword to grab onto before his blunder sent him to the ground. His arm shook from the effort of supporting his body, and his breath had been unsteady for some time as well. This place was still so close to the dark, and he could feel it in the thick, humid air. It was like a scentless miasma, constantly looking for some way to creep into his body and afflict him with one sickness or another. He used to welcome this environment. It was the perfect breeding ground for every experiment of his back then. Now, though, weak and starved, there was nothing in this land of swords that was to his liking. The World had turned on him in his absence, that much was clear.
Xehanort wouldn't let that keep him down, however. He was stronger than that... Or at least, his curiosity was. His memory was a bit fragmented in the wake of certain recent events, so he'd need some solitude to get his head together, but one thing he knew for sure is that he shouldn't be there. At least, his soul shouldn't be there. He recalled the feeling more vividly than one would prefer. The exhaustion, the complete concession to his fatigue, and the total emptiness after letting the last breath escape him were all still clear in his mind. Yet, something happened that put him right back here, where he started. It was obvious to him that, between then and now, something happened he didn't remember. Whatever it was, it had to be responsible for him standing there, breathing, sweating, living. The question was, what was it, and who set it in motion?
He pushed off and set to walking again, strolling along the clear path through the army of Keyblades that served as the only road with one loose fist behind his back to support his poor posture as he went. The going was slow, given his sheer lack of energy, but it would serve to get him where he needed to go, even if he limped and stumbled the whole way there. He just had to get back to the crossroads. That was where he had left it- The thing that he could use to open the path to other Worlds less dangerous than this one. He hadn't the strength to summon it from so far, but soon enough he could pluck it from the ground and set about investigating all that had occurred in lost time.
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Post by Hono on Aug 15, 2019 23:51:25 GMT -5
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Hono slowly opened her eyes, her blurry vision was assaulted by dust and bright sun. Her eyes managed to adjust to the sudden light in her eyes. Where the heck was she? The fencer quickly checked her waist, thankfully her rapier was secure in its scabbard. She was in some kind of trench, Hono made a sudden realization. Quickly patting her person she found no sign of her potions! How was she going to leave this world! Maybe she could find some kind of residence, but it looked almost uninhabitable, with no plants what so ever, or even any sign of water. A ray of light could be seen at the end of the trench, the girl made her way towards the light.
What lied at the end of the tunnel? Well as Hono walked through the light she appeared in a crossroads of sort. She was shocked to see thousands of keyblades, plunged into the ground. Looking towards her right, she slowly approached an Oblivion keyblade. The girl planted her hands firmly on the hilt, giving it a hard tug she removed it from the ground. Hono had so many questions flowing through her mind, how long has this been here. The weapon's teeth were destroyed and the blade its self was heavily cracked. Hono sighed before thrusting the weapon back into the ground.
"Hello! Anybody here?!" She shouted loudly, the girl kept walking forward towards the center of the crossroad. This place made her uneasy, something had to cause this. Hopefully the same wouldn't happen to her, she was stuck here until further notice. It was scary, it reminded her of her first visit into Dwarf Woodland, except it was a completely quite, no animals making noise or plants being blown by the wind. At least it was daytime, that made it at least a bit better .
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Post by xehanort on Aug 26, 2019 2:41:22 GMT -5
As chance or fate would have it, she was not alone at all. Among the remnants and dead souls, someone else still walked, and once the haze of heat and dust had thinned enough to see, she could spot him weakly treading along, expression soured from stress and exhaustion. Soon, he met the space where the roads crossed, where in the center stood a single blade, unique among the many duplicate arms surrounding it. The black, jagged blade looked hostile enough to drive off most innocent minds, but to him, it was the most inviting of any of these poor excuses for weapons. He limped over and wrapped his fingers around the handle, comforted to feel the familiar shape underneath them. He didn't go so far as to draw it from the dirt, though. That would be rude, when there was a question to answer, coming from the person who he'd ignored up until then.
"You've missed the most of them," he explained, the coarse, gravelly tone of his voice reminding them both that he was in severe need of water. With his hand resting atop the head, he clarified, "I'm all that's left, it seems." He looked over the stranger, noting just how poorly their colorful self meshed with the grim environment they'd found themselves in. Half the time, this was a warzone, and all other times, a graveyard. It was no place for children... outside of a few specific occasions. "Curious, someone like you wandering here. I've my reasons- Sharing a grave with the rest, that is -But I doubt yours are the same. You haven't strayed so close to the Dark on purpose, have you..?"
Maybe he shouldn't be so critical of one's choice of domain. He'd made a real home of this place before, so it wasn't that hard to believe someone else was drawn to it. It could have been something so simple as a curiosity that spurred her on to explore, an act which he'd been just as guilty of in the past.
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Post by Hono on Sept 17, 2019 0:05:23 GMT -5
As the fencer listened to her voice echo throughout the wasteland. Her gaze went back towards the various weapons scattered throughout the graveyard. Hono decided to examine the weapons again. This time a Kingdom Key it was gray and extremely rusted. Hono held it high, before lowering it, for being a sword it was surprisingly light. Hono was able to swing it effortlessly, as the key slashed through the dry air it began to crumble, and shatter. Hono dropped the blade, as it hit the ground it broke once again. Hono felt bad, it also felt as though she was desecrating a grave. She shook her head and pressed forward.
Suddenly a menacing Aura shot down Hono's back, a hard shiver sent chills all throughout her body. She quickly reached for the rapier that rested on her hip. It easily came out of the scabbard as Hono gripped it in her hand tightly. She then saw another person! Oh, thank the stars! Hono turned and looked, letting her guard down for a moment. She watched the old man pulled a weapon out of the ground, just as she did. His voice was a bit uneasy. All that's left? What did that even mean? "Who the hell are you!" Hono said trying to act calm, despite being a bit nervous and uncomfortable.
"I-I don't even know HOW I got here! " Hono said raising her voice. Hono heard talk of the darkness from the mysterious man. "Not on purpose no!" Her heart seeped with negative emotion, guilt was the primarily thing weighing on her. Always thinking about Snow White and that queen made her feel terrible.
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Post by xehanort on Oct 5, 2019 9:37:24 GMT -5
He ran his fingers over that jagged weapon, nodding slowly in response to the girl's poorly concealed panic and remaining silent for a long while afterward. It may have started to get a bit awkward, just how long he pondered it with his eyes closed before an amused sort of grin came to his face, "Not quite how I wanted to leave my mark, but it will do," he reasoned quietly before putting his hand back on the hilt of the sword and tugging it from the dry earth. and holding it underhand as he turned to the girl and stepped over toward her.
It wasn't beyond his understanding that she might be fearful. Many people would be wary of someone like him, with a weapon like that, in a place like this. It was just a natural response to menace and ugliness. So as not to scare her off, he didn't rush over, nor did he step too close. Instead, he was still a few full steps away when he stopped to raise the object up, tilting the lower end of the handle in her direction in a quiet request for her to take it from him. "If you have no place here, then let me take pity on you," he offered. "I will lend this to you, and it will act as a key to the door of your choosing. You may use it to leave and return to wherever it is you belong, just as I did when I held it." He glanced around at all the abandoned items in the field around them.
Admittedly, none of them were much to look at. Trying to find one in truly working order would be a bit of a challenge. Still, he did not rescind his offer. "I will make do with what is left," he compromised so as to fend off the inevitable argument of, 'what will you do without it?' "This is no place for children," he voiced his own thoughts from before. "Take this and be rid of these rabble. In time, I will follow to collect it."
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Post by Hono on Oct 25, 2019 23:09:32 GMT -5
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Hono still wasn't sure why she was here, it was almost like a dream. Even though Hono had no control over what happened. The last thing she remembered was leaving Twilight Town with Ayami. Could her transport device have separated them? She doubted it, but it was still a possibility. The old man took a few steps forward, just how old was he? "I never caught your name..." She was still a little cautious, but she had no other option. She had to trust him.
She watched as he approached him, she was surprised a man that old could walk so well. She watched as she raised his blade, before offering it to the fencer. She slowly took her small pale hands and gripped it around the hefty keyblade. The eye on top was quite curious, was she actually being watched? Something about the blade felt... powerful. "A key... to the door?" sounded like a riddle. "What does that even mean?" She asks puzzled. "How do I even use this thing?" She pointed the oversized key towards the old man. She took a few practice swings in the air. It was heavier than her rapier, and not nearly as good for thrusting. It would take a little bit of practice to make it work.
Hono held the blade high to the sky, still examining it thoroughly. She nodded at his statement of taking what is left. "I still don't understand! What even is this?" She asks curiously, Hono had never seen anything like this before. She had many many many questions. Who was this man? What did he want? Those answers would likely be answered later.
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Post by xehanort on Oct 27, 2019 18:21:32 GMT -5
"It's simple metaphor, child- Simpler than you're making it, that is." Xehanort took the opportunity to lightly scold her lack of comprehension instead of answering any questions of identity. Kids these days, with their not trusting strangers. He wrapped a hand around the closest half of the raised blade, pulling it back down between them. A second hand on the opposite half, and he let it drift around until it was aimed down one of the open lanes in the field of weapons. "This is a Keyblade," he explained as their aim wandered. "Like any key, it will open doors. It needn't be a 'real' one, so to speak. It can be any proverbial 'door' that would otherwise remain locked." He put some emphasis on the word 'door', hoping to nail in the importance of its symbolism. Part of him felt that it would be a hard concept to teach. He'd have to give a demonstration, and that was why he joined in holding the Keyblade.
He felt the presence of a potential opening and locked onto it. "The concept of a 'door' that doen't exist, leading to a hallway that, also, shouldn't exist. This is how the Keyblade can be used to travel between Worlds: By opening that 'door' and letting its holder through." To show just how it worked, he let the weapon do as it chose, a light shining at its tip for a short moment before gently floating over through the air until it hit something invisible. A moment later, and the air was torn open, creating a blue-and-white rift. Another light, and a second rift, this one more of a green tint, came about just next to the first. A third, stained with dark purple colors, manifested not long afterward. All three would be examples of what doors she could open with the tool he had loaned her.
Without any intent to maintain them, the portals closed and he loosened his grip on the Keyblade, tapping it with a finger as if to tell her that, yes, his demonstration was concluded. He still wasn't sure if she had the aptitude for the spells, though. "If magic is beyond you, then simply showing you mine will be of little help," he admitted.
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Post by Hono on Oct 30, 2019 0:10:48 GMT -5
Hono rolled her eyes. Being called a child?! The nerve! Though she couldn't snap, the old man was helping her, she had to be grateful for his help. The scalding made her sigh softly before looking back at him. she suddenly saw the master hold onto the blade. Hono's fingers loosened the grip letting Xehanort have the blade. Key... Blade. Hono repeated the words a few times in her head. His explanation just formed more questions. She listened to the words that he put some emphasis on, she tried to put the pieces together to figure things out.
Next, he explained the door concept. It was a bit confusing and hard to believe. Hono looked as he physically showed it off. "Woah..." She said watching the three portals open. Each of them different in color and size. The portals could lead to anywhere, it was rather fascinating.
Once the master was done with his little demonstration, Hono put the blade back into her hand. The blade shook a little in the girl's hand, it did seem to have a mind of its own. Hono was a little surprised. "Magic? Let's see if this answers it, old man!" She summoned a small ball of fire in her palm before crushing it. "I'm still kinda new..." she admitted. "but with this keyblade, I should be able to open a portal!" Hono pointed the blade at an empty area on the ground. Similar to master Xehanort, a portal ripped open the air, it had a slight redish pink hue. The portal was rather small and seemed weak. "Well... It'll take some practice!" Hono chuckled and rubbed her neck.
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Post by xehanort on Nov 3, 2019 11:00:33 GMT -5
That old man wouldn't lie to himself by saying he had a measure of the child's talents before seeing them for himself. That would just be absurd. Sure, he had better instincts on such subjects than most, but only an absolute idiot would rely on conjecture. That's why he was happy to provoke her pride, something that could easily push someone to give an example of their aptitude, and sure enough, she gave him a very thorough one indeed. "You'll have plenty, in time," he assured her on talk of practice, giving her a rather forceful pat on the back before stepping over to inspect the newly-made hole in the floor.
He nudged a small rock into it, waited for it to return, and was satisfied to find that it never came back. "Leagues more stable than my first few Corridors," he praised her work aloud. "It should take you through with all your fingers. Probably." Xehanort turned and took back his place near her. Truth be told, the portal wasn't anything special. It really was the work of an amateur, but one that had gotten enough of a grip on the concept that, rough as it may be, the hole they made would suffice.
"...As for where it goes, well, that depends on your aim," he explained, deftly avoiding any responsibility for whatever odd place she ended up in after slipping through. "No matter what door you open, I'm sure it's a better-fit place than this. Head on home, then- or wherever it is you're meant to be." He turned his attention elsewhere, padding off toward the nearest jumble of swords and inspecting them to see which ones might serve his purpose. He'd have to leave too, sometime, so he may as well start searching now.
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Post by Hono on Nov 21, 2019 2:28:54 GMT -5
Hono listened to Xehanort speak, he was a bit cryptic and a tiny bit unsettling. But he was helping her, so he had to be nice, at least for the time being. She wanted to learn more, this whole keyblade was quite interesting. But... Why was Hono here? It was all so strange, but maybe destiny played a role? Hono shook her hand and simply held the Gazing Eye tightly. The blade was surprisingly heavy, which wasn't surprising Hono had trained in lightweight rapiers. While she could make this weapon work it would take a bit of training, but she could feel a strange power as she held it. The rather rough pat was surprising, but Hono simple smiled, awkwardly.
Hono was a bit surprised to see that her Corridor worked, that's perfect! She could finally travel between worlds. If Hono had focused right, that portal SHOULD spit her right back out at Twilight Town. Hono rubbed her neck as she was complimented. "Probably!?" She glared at the old man. Her glares were known around Twilight Town, it scared countless children.
"I aimed for my home," she said looking at him. This whole encounter was very unsettling, Hono just had to play around, but she managed to speak up. "If this is some kinda trick..." she lowered the keyblade in the right hand to her side, she pointed at the elder with her left hand. "Who even are you!" She asked him, rather upfront wanting to figure out who and what this man was planning.
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Post by xehanort on Dec 1, 2019 0:19:04 GMT -5
It took some time and sifting around, so much in fact that Hono's questions had gone unanswered for an awkward length of time, but Xehanort was able to find a Keyblade that didn't crumble immediately once he tugged it from the ground. He held it up to the light, taking his time to inspect it before he dared to pull a small charm from inside his jacket and switch it out with the old Fenrir model that had been left there. With the Keychain swapped, the weapon disappeared in a blast of black lightning, only to be replaced a moment later by a different one, a long, blue blade with a motif of gears and clocks, complete with a ticking clockface at its head. Satisfied with his find, he finally moved to answer the girl's question.
He dispelled his weapon, stepped up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "I was a Master of the Keyblade, and a leader besides," he explained. "But now I am an old exile, banished, and without a reason to live." As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel something he hadn't been blessed with in a long, long while: The oncoming excitement for a plan set in motion. "But now, I am reminded of what I'd nearly left behind. Thinking back, it was foolish to let it end here..." He took a moment to shook a look aside, showing off that regret he felt over what tasks he left unfinished.
When he looked back to her, he continued, "Surely, my time here is finite. I've people to speak to, and... to apologize to. Then, you will see me again, and you may know my name. Until then, well-" He put his second hand on her untouched shoulder and gripped the both of them firmly. "You may know me as, 'Ansem'." With that, he shoved hard on those shoulders, toppling her backward into the portal and letting her go...
Once she was gone, Xehanort considered the thoughts that had started coming to mind- The possibility that certain other people might be here if he was too. Sooner than he expected, he even dared to smile! Folks like him might get a happy ending after all it seemed, and if that was the case, well, he had an old friend to go meet. He pointed his Keyblade down one of the empty lanes, opened up a Corridor, and pondered where he might run into a man named Eraqus.
Meanwhile, the girl he'd just sent through a portal of her own was left to wonder what to do with her borrowed weapon, and, if ever she noticed it, she might also be curious as to why the crossed laces of her corset were such a stark silver.
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