http://sir-doctor.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sir-doctor.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2009-02-06 12:38 am

About that trunk... [Active]

Character(s): The Doctor, Yuuko, Sora and Mr. H (thus far... annnnd anyone from Team TARDIS who decides to follow the Doctor.)
Content: The Doctor meets with those who thinks he can open a trunk lock... but of course, he doesn't have a trunk to unlock.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat near Niflheim
Time: Morning... just into week 2. >.>;
Warnings: DOCTOR POST FLOOD Nada



He did feel a bit guilty for sort of tricking those he was meeting, but he was quite sure the journals weren't to be trusted, so there really hadn't been any other way. Not easily anyways. Of course, whether this would work was another matter, but he'd decided to be optimistic. It could well work. There were people here from all kinds of universes with abilities the Doctor couldn't even quite explain (and that was always saying something) so the possibility that one of them really could open it was there.

Of course, he'd made one mistake of failing to mention an exact time, but morning would seem logical, so he went with that.

Sitting outside the cafe, with a cup of tea, he waited patiently. The door wasn't going anywhere, after all, he had plenty of time.

[identity profile] keychainheart.livejournal.com 2009-03-13 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, the door to the world is--a door," Sora began lamely, not sure how to go about explaining, which didn't stop him from beginning to explain anyway. "It lets you go into the world, but it also lets darkness get in--that's how the heartless travel. So you have to lock the doors to keep the heartless out, but then you can't get in, either, except by other routes." Other, more difficult routes. He began spinning his keyblade restlessly. "Heartless are what happens when a heart is overcome by darkness. They make a heartless and it eats hearts. Nobodies are what's left over once the heartless leaves."

It wasn't the best explanation, but that was basically it. He would really rather get to smashing the whatever-it-was that was guarding the door.