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It was troublesome how familiar the way the sunset shining on the cobblestone gave this entire town an almost yellow glow. It was troublesome...because it was familiar. He wanted to be sure he'd never been here before...but he just couldn't be. From the moment he arrived, he knew which way to go to get to the plaza and which Trolley would take him to the ice cream shop. He had just enough munny in his coat pocket for a sea salt ice cream which he was sure was supposed to sound awful to him...but it didn't and it wasn't. He remembered the taste and new to order it again. He even knew to check the stick when he'd finished it for the winner label. He didn't win this time...
In silence, Vivi tossed the ice cream stick into the receptacle by the store, shyly waved a responsive goodbye to the owner and adjusted his hat with both of his hands which only fell back to its usual lopsided place on his head. He figured his best course of action was to help with some odd jobs so he could earn enough munny to take the train. At the very least it was something to do and it could provide clues as to why he remembered so much about a place he'd never been to. Vivi didn't make it to the wanted board in the heights. A poster advertising 'The Struggle' caught his attention and he spent a great deal of time staring up at it. He recognized onne of the names on the bracket...but the face just wasn't appearing in his mind. Blinking to himself he looked down at his shoes and with both hands he moved to adjust his hat...someone was standing next to him.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 15, 2018 18:39:20 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| A disheartened sigh slipped from between Dieter’s parted lips, his frustrations compounding as yet another lead panned out into nothing more than a dead-end; Lord Belias remained ever aloft. Without so much as a singular word, the robed Dark Knight bowed his head in thanks, pivoting on his heel to make his way out of yet another shop. Dieter’s lacklustre emerald eyes widened in surprise as a miniature Black Mage waltzed by the storefront, his glowering eyes just barely peeking above the storefront window’s edge. Dieter’s spindly fingers twitched anxiously at his side, threatening to make their way to the hilt of his blade. Vivi’s estranged cousin, Black Waltz 3, hadn’t quite been the friendliest of induvial and because of that fateful encounter, Dieter regarded the child-mage with increased caution; Black Mages were tricky things.
Dieter forced his hand to relax, to fall haphazardly back to his side as he’d pushed open the shop door. Not hesitating to follow after Vivi, uncertain where it could possibly lead him – his curiosity had momentarily trumped his rationale judgement. Fortunately, Dieter didn’t have to trail the jovial mage for very long before they’d paused to inspect a flyer posted on a wall. Dieter watched in silence as Vivi glanced dejectedly down at his own shoes, both of his hands drifting upwards to nervously adjust his hat. By this time, the Dark Knight had already begun to inch his way closer. His spindly fingers drifting upwards to brush aside a few misplaced platinum tresses, precariously tucking them behind the corresponding ear.
Dieter’s attention snapped towards the flyer glued to the wall, making note of its’ content – an advertisement for a local tournament. With that in mind, he’d redirected his attention back towards Vivi, pausing briefly to kneel downwards so that they were a bit closer to eye level. The Dark Knight’s lips instinctively curved upwards into a playful mirthful grin.
“Excuse me, I am looking for someone… Perhaps you could help me?
Dieter pressed softly, patiently awaiting Vivi’s response.
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As the much taller person beside him lowered himself so that he was more eyes level, Vivi turned his head to watch him, only to turn his entire self-moments later. Turning his head that way disturbed the positioning of his overly large hat so he tentatively brought his hands up once more to adjust the thing a bit better. The older boy asked Vivi if he might be able to help him find someone and he took a moment to look to either side of him just to be sure the guy wasn’t talking to someone else.
”Oh…” Vivi started, his voice a bit shaky as he looked away and down at his shoes again. ”Ok…Who are you looking for?” as he asked, he was rubbing his hands together slowly, his gloves bunching up in little spots between his fingers. ”I’m not a local…but I could try to help if you want me to…” He finally risked looking back up at the stranger. Vivi had been wandering around by himself for quite awhile now. It seemed like it might be nice to have someone to wander around with him for a little while. He stopped fiddling with his hands and adjusted his hat again, then proceeded to adjust his coat. Glancing up at the poster Vivi pondered on it for a moment before gazing down the heights toward the entrance to the pit. He wasn't sure why he knew where that was. "Maybe you'll find them in the pit... 'The Struggle' is really famous here.'
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 22, 2018 6:20:47 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| How peculiar , The Dark Knight mused to himself, uncertain of what to make of Vivi’s iridescent golden eyes. Truthfully, their visage had piqued his interest, specifically, the way that they’d shone from beneath the brim of his over-sized hat – the same one that miniscule mage incessantly fidgeted with. The corner of his lips twitched, the only tell-tale sign that Dieter had suppressed his desire to chuckle at the Mage’s antics – checking to see if he was addressing a third party. Vivi’s voice voiced disrupted the momentary silence, its’ tone shaky and uneven. Vivi’s quiet tone coupled with the way he’d glanced down at his shoes betrayed his nervousness.
“A companion of mine, he excels at Fire Magick.”
Dieter replied candidly in response to the diminutive mage’s inquiry. Dieter’s verdant eyes narrowed a bit as he’d made note of Vivi’s behaviour, Am I that intimidating? , the Dark Knight wondered – unsure if he was the sole cause of Vivi’s discomfort. With a soft sigh, Dieter slowly slunk down to his knees only to reach out and gingerly grasp Vivi’s gloved hands. Their contact was brief, scarcely lingering long enough to calm the other’s fidgeting. By this point, Vivi had dared to glance up to them and for the first time, the duo made direct eye contact. However, it still perplexed Dieter that he couldn’t see much beneath the rim of Vivi’s hat – what did the child look like?
“Neither am I, I am a Mark Hunter.”
He’d answered truthfully, watching how Vivi adjusted his hat one final time, before he’d smoothed out the wrinkles in his coat. Vivi’s attention turned towards the poster, lingering there for a bit before the Mage voiced his insight
“Perhaps, he always looks for strong fighters.”
Dieter mused to himself, although forgetting that Vivi could certainly hear him. Dieter slowly rose upwards and extended his hand towards Vivi, gesturing for the small child to take his hand and guide him.
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"At fire magic?" Vivi was wondering aloud when the man attempted to grasp at his hands. Maybe all the movement was bothering him? That was what what prompted the little mage to look up at Dieter in confusion. He couldn't help but notice that the man staring at him was extremely focused like he was looking for something. The little mage blinked before giving his idea on where this person's friend could possibly be found, a lead on where to start at least, because, as the boy had stated he was not a local. He wouldn't have guessed that this man was either even if he hadn't said so. What he did say was that he was a 'Mark Hunter' and Vivi's head tilted in curiosity at that title wondering if that was anything like 'an assassin.' Vivi decided that he didn't want to ask.
With the awkward steps one might expect of a little boy dressed in heavy robes that were all clearly a bit too big him, Vivi turned away from the man to make his way down the heights slope toward the pit. What the placed would actually look like didn't come to mind as Vivi progressed toward where they were meant to go, so when the short distance from the wanted boards to the pit entrance was traveled, the young mage was looking around himself in bewilderment at the strange large square for battling on. Instinctively, Vivi looked over at one of the benches toward his left. He wasn't sure why, but he knew that that was the place to look if you wanted to find someone. There was absolutely no one here at the pit this afternoon. "I guess...they aren't here?" Vivi asked. He sounded almost sad about that fact...almost as though he'd been here looking for someone himself.
Vivi smoothed out the wrinkles on his coat and carefully adjusted the rim of his hat before he tentatively climbed up onto the ring. He looked all around him as strange images began to show up in his mind. Rapidly he blinked them away, his head starting to hurt a bit. His gloved hand lifted to his forehead. Before him on the ring, something glimmered. Though there wasn't another soul in that pit for the moment besides the two of them, it was hard to shake the feeling that someone else was indeed there. Vivi blinked at the shimmer he was sure he'd seen before turning to face the blonde man. "Mr. Marksman?" he asked inviting Dieter to join him. Vivi stepped forward toward the shimmer only to be knocked backward almost instantly.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 26, 2018 21:39:09 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| Without further delay, Dieter proceeded to follow behind Vivi, noting the awkwardness of the Black Mage’s gait. Perhaps, it might have been because Vivi’s limbs weren’t proportionate to the dimensions of his torso, or the fact his cloths were clearly a size or two bigger than required. A few minutes later, the duo were standing at the pit entrance, both starring blankly ahead at the large makeshift arena. Dieter diligently scanned their surroundings, vigilantly searching for any trace of not only Belias but life in general. His brows arched upwards, perplexed by Vivi’s saddened tone, the Black Mage seemed disappointed that no one was here. Why ? , the Dark Knight internalized.
Dieter remained silent as Vivi smoothed out the persistent wrinkles in his coat and precariously readjusted his hat before he’d climbed up onto the ring. The Dark Knight took a singular step in Vivi’s direction, prepared to bolt forward if the miniscule mage topped backwards. However, Dieter paused when Vivi’s iridescent orbs began to flicker as the Black Mage tried to blink away the images assailing his subconscious mind. Something is amiss , Dieter concluded as he’d watched Vivi lift his gloved hand to his forehead, where it’d rested for a moment. Before he could inquire if the Black Mage was in pain, a sudden glimmering in the midst of the arena caught his attention.
Dieter stared at the shimmering mass, uncertain of what it was. Before, he could warn Vivi to not approach it, the Black Mage had already begun to move towards it. Before he could reach whatever, it was, he was thrust backwards by an invisible force. The Dark Knight’s verdant eyes narrowed as he’d launched himself forward, effortlessly leaping on top of the stage. His hand flowed downwards to the small of Vivi’s back, where it would rest for a moment to steady the Mage.
“Stay behind me.”
Dieter stated firmly as he’d stepped in front of Vivi without hesitation, his left hand extended out in the direction of the mass. Countless words of power flittering through his mind as he’d prepared to recite a rapid incantation. Despite being unarmed, the Dark Knight was far from helpless, he still had a myriad of abilities at his disposal.
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Twilight Town's Struggle Pit was unusually quiet today, motionless except for a few stragglers idling about. Eternal eventides’ soft rays made shadows dance even through Roxas’ eyelids. His feet thudded on the wooden platform’s surface, the sound seeming thunderous in the quietude His knuckles whitened around the Struggle Bat. Blond brows furrowed as he tried to remember something…what was it? “Hey Roxas,” came the impatient call to attention. “Dude, no one's coming let's head out.” Roxas opened his eyes, the empty space across from him on the Struggle platform strangely unnerving in vacuousness. The Sun hung as always in the West behind him, stretching his shadow out across the polished basal wood. He was supposed to meet someone here…who though? Gods, his head hurt…. “They’re just late I guess…” Roxas murmured, dark spots swimming in his vision. Hayner sighed. “Look man…” Almond eyes narrowed as bare shoulders sagged. A bite of the lip signaled the boy's contemplation of concern, of his friend's increasing distance, his ever more frequent absences from school, and how he would return almost covered in bruises or worse. Haynes didn’t know what to think. There wasn’t really any of this weird shit going down with his buddy adding up to something you could just ‘bring up.’ It was the feeling of a boat drifting off from the pier, the trailing rope slipping through your hands. You wanted to grab on, but were unsure you had the strength to pull against the current, afraid you’d get pulled under yourself. “Whatever,” he spat with a disgruntled through the exhalation the nose. Hayner looked up again at Roxas’ thousand mile stare at a bare patch of ground and shook his head. “I’m going.”Barely conscious of his friend’s departure, Roxas stood alone in the Struggle Pit. Minutes lengthen into an hour. The town's sleepy traffic continued in its own leisurely trickle. There was never a need to hurry in a world without Night. It dimly occurred to Roxas that he shouldn’t even know what Night was, that there could be times of stark distinction between Light and Dark, that not all beings resided as placidly between them as this island of sunset …but he did, somehow. His shadow lengthened then, impossible in this land of celestial stasis. It twitched erratically and bobbed, rising like thick bubbling tar to lunge at his throat. The pain behind his eyes induced a light-headedness that ushered him into a dance of transcendence with his own shadow. Roxas’ mind reeled in confusion, but his muscles surged with a cell-deep knowing, a remembrance no maze of waking dreams could wash away. There were too many questions, not enough time. Adrenal sweetness welcomed Roxas into the only place that’d truly made sense in his myriad liminal existence, the raw sublimity of motion. The shadows cast by the high crossed pillars of upper tram-line, the awnings of storefronts, and his own outline took a veering swerve in direction, as if the the ever-Western sun had plummeted from its celestial occident. He bobbed. He weaved. He performed maneuvers trained in another life, another time, the martial reflexes of a trained killer, not a boy born into gentle innocence by the sea. But it was not enough, the malevolent shadow stretched, quivered, and sighed with a familiar child-like voice. “I guess…they aren’t here?”Blackness swallowed him whole. ---------- Error Data Corrupted --------------
Water lapped his feet with salty tongues. Balmy air brought fresh revivification to the senses. The boy stirred grudging from where he’d drifted off, elbows sinking into the cloud-soft sand of the Destiny Island shore. “…You lazy bum,” came the teasing admonition. “I knew i’d find you snoozing here!”
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The thin air of the Land of Departure’s mountaintops naturally brought on drowsiness. The cool alpine grass tickled his nose and the inside of his ears. It smelt of subtle floral saps and hidden sunlight. Roxas drifted in that place between sleep and waking, where the intension, actuality, and dream of seeing stars fall all mingled together. “You hopeless sleepyhead,” came the playful exasperation, a shadow falling across his face. Roxas opened his eyes ---------- Error Data Corrupted --------------
He ached all over. The knots riveted in his muscles, seeming to put bits of lead into the very fiber of them, exhausted from climbing thousands of steps and none. The marble austerity of Castle Oblivion loomed around him, the ceiling seemed to stretch on into strangely curved infinities as weariness made his vision a dark tunnel. Strands of pale hair brushed his forehead. “One day it’ll be our light,” came the solemn promise, gentle hands pushed his shattered form down into the ocean of hibernation. “…the light that brings us together. I’ll be in your heart until that time comes…”Roxas opened his eyes. ---------- Error Data Corrupted --------------
Twilight Town's Struggle Pit was a boisterous swell of motion and sound. Eternal eventide's soft rays made shadows dance even through Roxas’ eyelids. His feet thudded on the wooden platform’s surface, though the pulse thudding through his temples nearly drowned out even the crowd. His knuckles whitened around the Struggle Bat. Blond brows furrowed trying to remember something…what was it? “Hey Roxas,” came the jocular call to attention. “Look alive dude! Match's about to start!”Roxas opened his eyes. “Vivi…?”
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As Vivi was struggling to get back up, he could feel someone’s hand on his back, the intent to help him get to his feet, but the small mage boy was still rattled. His eyes closed tight, his gloved hands moving up to close over his head. There was noise. A lot of noise. People chatting and cheering and carrying on. There was movement and so much around him…even though around his and Dieter’s physical forms the struggle pit was dead. Near Mr. Marksman Vivi swayed and distressed there in the pit not particularly responding to any attempts to get him to ‘snap out of it.’
And yet…
Vivi’s hand pressed firmly to the brim of his hat and it itched and it shook. Bewildered, the boy brought his hand down to look at it only to widen his eyes and fall down into his bottom in shock. There was a struggle bat! All around him was a crowd ready to see the fight…and the guy he’d met only moments ago was nowhere to be found. Quickly Vivi got back to his feet and dusted off his coat and pulled down the brim of his hat to better adjust it. Then he saw his opponent. He knew his name? Why? He’d never seen this boy before had he? Apparently he was wrong in that. This person knew him too because he spoke to him.
”R, Roxas…?” Vivi tried the name tilting his head a bit, his left index finger moving up to press to his chin in thought. There was an announcer going on about something to the right and Vivi turned his head to better view the man with the megaphone. Then the crowd was cheering out a countdown. “3” “2” “1” one? the boy thought to himself in confusion. Then his comprehension of the situation settled in and his attention snapped back to the blonde boy who seemed to tower compared to Vivi. ”W, w, w….!” Vivi backed up a step, the struggle bat held behind him. His staff seemed to be missing.
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((ooc: Hey Setsuna if you are able to work with Vivi swaying all distressed and tranced out like that for a moment go ahead and post, otherwise Tapir and I can have Roxas and Vivi duke it out for another round.))
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2018 22:28:34 GMT -5
Vivi Ornitier was a short-ish guy, which meant something coming from Roxas. Only the curled battered length of his conical hat reached above Roxas’ waistline. Baggy striped trousers were secured haphazardly with a large belt and beneath a sky blue jacket sporting sleeves ending in rolled frilled sleeves. Vivi’d worn that get up or something close for as long as Roxas could remember. But it wasn’t the unusual garb so much as it’s complete concealment of form that set apart Ornitier as a town curiosity. From blunt booted feet to ever gloved hands, Vivi never showed an inch of skin. Even his face was ensconced within the folds of his upturned collar and broad-brimmed hat. Shrouded recesses that never seemed to quite catch the sun full-on burned with two radiant ovaline wisps everybody just sort of assumed were eyes, despite looking more like windows into a furnace. That he was one of the few people in town who could actually do magic consistently only added to the midget mystique. As might be imagined, speculating wildly about what Vivi actually looked like was the seed of hours of entertainment over soda and pop-rocks. However, even if Vivi really was several moogles with puppet wires, there was no denying he was one of the towns nicest guys in addition to being it’s oddest. Sure, he was part of Siefer’s crew, and thus an ‘arch-rival’, but that was only when Hayner was feeling particularly cantankerous. Besides, rivalries between Twilight Town’s Struggle gangs were honestly kinna just something to pass the time y’know? “Heya Vivi,” Roxas said gently but loudly enough to be heard over the crowd. To be honest, he was kinna wigged out to. Guess he’d gotten here early with Hayner and then fallen asleep or something? Damn, his head was throbbing! But, it looked like Vivi was unprepared too. Maybe they’d shuffled the brackets and not announced it beforehand? The crowd’s faces swam and melded together like a heat mirage. Roxas' thudding heartbeat was like a freakin nail in his skull! Focus, head in the game… “Woah woah hey man,” the older boy ameliorated with a raise his free hand as Vivi seemed to be like...almost scared? Ignoring increasing shouts for the walloping to begin in earnest, Roxas was gonna make sure this thing was played fair, winning otherwise didn’t mean nothing. Besides, Vivi was an old hand at this, something wasn't right. “Dude gotta your bat up Vivi,” he raised his guard with a concerned cocked of the head. Only when the young athlete got some kind of sporting response from Vivi would he rush in with an underhand then overhand swing. @vivi Dieter Wolfram
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Gosh, he had such a harsh splitting headache. Even as Roxas was attempting to coach him through the beginnings of the struggle match the little mage was just trying to get his vision to focus. It started with fear, almost shock on his unexpected arrival into this alternate struggle pit, then that fear dissolved into familiarity and complete confusion about it. Vivi obviously knew Roxas and it was a fair assumption that Roxas knew Vivi too. What troubles the little mage was the fact that he had no memory of when or where or even how they'd met. It was just like Twilight Town. This place was home at some point, somehow, but...when was that? Who looked after him? How had he gotten by on his own?
Yellow orb like eyes blinked as Vivi's attention was reclaimed upon being reminded to lift up the bat. "Oh..." for a moment he'd forgotten what he was doing there. "...right." Struggle Battle. Yeah he remembered those. He used to be pretty good at them. He was pretty sure that was the only reason Seifer had kept him around...or wait. Maybe Vivi had been good at Struggle because Seifer had shown him how...wait had that been? Vivi lost in thought and ever easily distracted, lifted up the struggle bat and gazed at it. It felt good in his hand. His small gloved fingers gripped the handle and with that, he hopped into the air to lunge forward and twist in a spiral toward Roxas. How did it feel so natural to make these bizarre twisting motions? His body seemed to remember it for him. It also remembered what it felt like to get a hit in and his palm gripped the bat in anticipation.
Vivi landed with a thud before he went at Roxas in a downward swing that appeared to have far less distance than it actually did. "Ha!" Vivi's clothing often gave the illusion that he hadn't moved very far when he most certainly did or perhaps it was Vivi's mysterious magical nature that made the struggle bat almost seem to grow in size on his swings. Whatever the case, a struggle match with Vivi was an apparently very different experience. Wait. No no. Hadn't Vivi been here for a different reason? He paused again right in the middle of the pit. The cheering crowd...they were! "Waah! Ompf!" Ouch. Vivi quickly scrambled to his feet.
Vivi stuck out his gloved palm before any damage could come his way. "Roxas!" he called to the teen. "Look!" The crowd around them were all frozen. Completely frozen in time. The clouds in the sky weren't even moving. Just as soon as Vivi blinked he was staring directly at the backside of Mr. Marksman who looked as though he was about to cast a spell himself. Around the two of them was no crowd, no afternoon sunlight, no Roxas. Vivi dove at the blonde warrior. "WAIT!" he shrieked at Dieter. Vivi wasn't sure what sort of effect the man's spell would have on whatever portal Vivi had stumbled through. There was one thing for sure, Roxas was still moving before Vivi phased out.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jul 21, 2018 22:39:13 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
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| The Dark Knight’s heart plummeted to the pit of his stomach, a cold realization had sunk in, Vivi, the miniscule Black Mage had simply vanished. Dieter’s lackluster eyes narrowed into thin slits, his pupils contracting in a serpentine fashion, distrust evident upon his face as he’d regarded the distortion ahead with due caution – had it somehow pulled Vivi into it? His conjured flames, sensing their master’s plight intensified, their sweltering heat enough to make a bead of sweat trickle down the small of his back. Dieter glanced down at the flames, momentarily lost in his thoughts before he’d leveled his outstretched palm in the direction of the distortion.
Before he could pull the metaphorical trigger, Vivi’s frantic voice echoed throughout the abandoned Struggle Pit. Dieter felt the Black Mage’s petite form collide abruptly with him, Dieter’s arm drifted upwards, splaying to the left just as the trigger had been pulled. One could see the flames converge inwards, shrinking down to the size of a baseball before soaring off upwards into the sky. A few seconds later, it’d reached the outer-limit of Dieter’s control, detonating in an uncontrolled pyroclasm. By now, Dieter had actually fallen completely over and was slowly pushing himself up onto his elbow as he’d craned his head to the side to regard Vivi.
“Where did you go? You just disappeared… Why did you stop me?”
Dieter pressed, each question asked with an increasing sense of urgency.
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As Vivi scrambled to get back to his feet from literally falling all over himself to stop Dieter from damaging the rip in the world, he was met from a quizzical tilt of his new friend’s head. Even that was intimidating for some reason. Vivi warily rose up regardless. ”That’s a portal to another world exactly like this one!” he tried to explain about the tear in the air. Ha! ”I saw someone! Someone I knew before on the other side! I think he needs help! C’mon!”
Vivi really couldn’t waste much time talking about it or even trying to begin to describe what waited for them there. For some reason Vivi just…remembered this. ALL of this. Twilight Town was just one big mirror and that had something to do with Roxas. Why he knew any of this was a mystery on its own but ever since he’d come here he could feel it. He had to hop to wrap his little gloved hand around Dieter’s wrist. With that he burst forward toward the rip in reality and he dragged Dieter right along with him! ”Roxas!”
[Vivi Exits the thread with Dieter in Tow leaving behind an Empty version of Twilight Town] [Thread End]
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