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paixaorpg2010-02-15 03:36 pm
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A Flame To Light the Way [Complete]
Character(s): Roxas and Ursula
Content: Roxas tries to get answers to the questions he's been asking for so long
Setting: The ocean, near Niflheim
Time: Dead of night
Warnings: ...Possibly More than likely depressing?
Roxas looked around carefully, checking, double-checking, and triple-checking that no one was around to see him. He put on his black coat, and put his street clothes into a black messenger bag. He tossed his journal into the bag too, after checking it one last time.
Niflheim wasn't very close to him, and he had to move through the city undetected by anyone but Paixao civilians. If anyone from the Organization caught him on his way...there was no telling what would become of him. But he wasn't going to let that happen. He knew that area well, and would be able to hide in the shadows of buildings or in alleyways with his hood up. The only Organization member here who'd be able to smell Roxas, instead of see him, likely wouldn't care what the blond was doing anyway. Zexion was more interested in his books than anything else...at least from what Roxas could remember of their rare meetings.
He walked quietly through the darker parts of the dingier backstreets, avoiding the wider avenues as much as he could, trying to stay out of the street lights where his black coat would make him stand out against the road rather than blend into the shadows. He'd chosen a good time. The route he took was almost empty, except for one or two people here and there, and no one paid him any mind as he approached the gate. He hadn't actually left the city since he entered a few months ago, so the fact he was leaving felt a bit strange. He ignored that, and walked outside, looking for some small space where no one would notice him changing his clothes. The last thing he needed was for the strange sea-witch to know he was with the Organization before he had a chance to learn anything from her.
Since there wasn't anyone around, though, and Roxas knew that the citizens would never walk through the gate, he decided to quickly change behind a tall patch of grass right next to the city wall. There were lumens wandering out here, sure, but they would leave him alone for the most part. There weren't any in sight anyway. He stepped out, wearing his white jacket and pants with the black shirt, and put the black coat of the Organization into the bag with his journal.
It wasn't a long walk down to the beach, and now that Roxas was out of the city and didn't have to worry about being seen or caught, it gave him some time to think about what he was about to ask for. He thought about talking to Riku, and then Timon...then Riku again. And he'd gotten a chance to talk to Sora...Sora was even here in the city now, and had at least tried...but all any of them had managed to do was either make Roxas more confused or more angry. He wasn't a normal Nobody because Sora was his Other...and that was why he had the keyblade, too. But...that only left him with more questions. What was it about Sora that had made Roxas different? And what were Riku and Kairi saying, all that stuff about getting a heart and disappearing?
What was going to happen to him? That...was what Roxas thought he really wanted to know now. The other question about Sora...maybe no one had the answer to it. Maybe it was just because Sora had the keyblade or something. How would knowing that help the Nobody feel better anyway? Getting answers to the other questions like that had only made things worse. No...he was going to ask the sea-witch to explain what Riku and Kairi were talking about. IF he found that out...he'd be satisfied, he thought. He would stop all this searching, and all this asking, and he'd figure out whether to stay with the Organization or not based on what the witch told him.
He made it down to the shore without any incident. With shaking hands, he lit the torch, the searing red flame reflected in his brilliant blue eyes.
As he waited and watched the fire, he was reminded of Axel, and all those days they spent eating ice cream together after missions. That day he'd spent with Simba last week had almost felt the same...
Content: Roxas tries to get answers to the questions he's been asking for so long
Setting: The ocean, near Niflheim
Time: Dead of night
Warnings: ...
Roxas looked around carefully, checking, double-checking, and triple-checking that no one was around to see him. He put on his black coat, and put his street clothes into a black messenger bag. He tossed his journal into the bag too, after checking it one last time.
Niflheim wasn't very close to him, and he had to move through the city undetected by anyone but Paixao civilians. If anyone from the Organization caught him on his way...there was no telling what would become of him. But he wasn't going to let that happen. He knew that area well, and would be able to hide in the shadows of buildings or in alleyways with his hood up. The only Organization member here who'd be able to smell Roxas, instead of see him, likely wouldn't care what the blond was doing anyway. Zexion was more interested in his books than anything else...at least from what Roxas could remember of their rare meetings.
He walked quietly through the darker parts of the dingier backstreets, avoiding the wider avenues as much as he could, trying to stay out of the street lights where his black coat would make him stand out against the road rather than blend into the shadows. He'd chosen a good time. The route he took was almost empty, except for one or two people here and there, and no one paid him any mind as he approached the gate. He hadn't actually left the city since he entered a few months ago, so the fact he was leaving felt a bit strange. He ignored that, and walked outside, looking for some small space where no one would notice him changing his clothes. The last thing he needed was for the strange sea-witch to know he was with the Organization before he had a chance to learn anything from her.
Since there wasn't anyone around, though, and Roxas knew that the citizens would never walk through the gate, he decided to quickly change behind a tall patch of grass right next to the city wall. There were lumens wandering out here, sure, but they would leave him alone for the most part. There weren't any in sight anyway. He stepped out, wearing his white jacket and pants with the black shirt, and put the black coat of the Organization into the bag with his journal.
It wasn't a long walk down to the beach, and now that Roxas was out of the city and didn't have to worry about being seen or caught, it gave him some time to think about what he was about to ask for. He thought about talking to Riku, and then Timon...then Riku again. And he'd gotten a chance to talk to Sora...Sora was even here in the city now, and had at least tried...but all any of them had managed to do was either make Roxas more confused or more angry. He wasn't a normal Nobody because Sora was his Other...and that was why he had the keyblade, too. But...that only left him with more questions. What was it about Sora that had made Roxas different? And what were Riku and Kairi saying, all that stuff about getting a heart and disappearing?
What was going to happen to him? That...was what Roxas thought he really wanted to know now. The other question about Sora...maybe no one had the answer to it. Maybe it was just because Sora had the keyblade or something. How would knowing that help the Nobody feel better anyway? Getting answers to the other questions like that had only made things worse. No...he was going to ask the sea-witch to explain what Riku and Kairi were talking about. IF he found that out...he'd be satisfied, he thought. He would stop all this searching, and all this asking, and he'd figure out whether to stay with the Organization or not based on what the witch told him.
He made it down to the shore without any incident. With shaking hands, he lit the torch, the searing red flame reflected in his brilliant blue eyes.
As he waited and watched the fire, he was reminded of Axel, and all those days they spent eating ice cream together after missions. That day he'd spent with Simba last week had almost felt the same...
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Rising from the ocean, Ursula slowly headed toward shore, gracefully gliding towards Roxas. Even in the darkness, her eyes seemed to glitter with malice and promise. As the first of her gleaming tentacles slapped upon the beach, she ran her fingers through her hair, smoothing it back from her face. She smiled, tentacles a dizzy puzzle of machine-like movement under her as she moved closer.
"You rang?"
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But as she rose from the water, and he saw her form, his determination wavered. Would she really give him what he wanted? What would her price be? Those...weren't things he had thought of. But it was too late now. She was here, right in front of him. He steeled himself and spoke, trying to keep his voice from shaking.
"I...I want to ask you something," he said, lacking the confidence he had hoped for. He turned away in mid-sentence, speaking the last words to the ground on his left rather than to the sea-witch, and he quietly wished that he hadn't acted so rashly to come to her.
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"Mm hmm," she said now, nodding a bit and finally halting her slow rotation around him. As she spoke, she held out one hand to the side, swirling her fingers. "Not just any something, is it? Or you'd ask your friends." The wet, dark sand under her hand rose up and twisted, expanding into a chair of sorts. Ursula sat, giving Roxas an encouraging smile. "You're here because you have a question no one else seems able, or willing, to answer."
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That last thought gave him some strength. "I...I want to know what's going to happen to me. People keep trying to tell me, and nothing they're saying makes any sense. I don't get any of it, and they won't explain anything!" He moved a little forward as his voice rose, and with every word he looked more angry.
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She paused for a moment, staring down at him. Suddenly she turned away, her voice light and melodious. "Now, then. You want answers, sugar? No problem. Peering into the future is a simple matter of the right know-how, and, boy, do I know how." She turned around to face him again, hands clasped, all friendly smiles.
"Now let's talk about price, shall we?"
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He looked back up when she stopped staring at him. Price. Right. "I...don't know what I can give you..."
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"The key to knowing your future, darling, is turning your back on the past." She lowered her hand to her throat and chuckled girlishly, the affect lessened considerably by the gruffness of her voice. "We both know the past is better left abandoned. The truly courageous look ahead, to the future."
Suddenly, two of Ursula's tentacles shot out, grasping Roxas by the head and pulling him to her over the sand. The same wide smile splitting her red mouth, she forced him to look up, into her wide, intense eyes. "You must look into your future without a second glance back!" The grip of her tentacles on his face tightened, her voice a growl. "Grasp your own fate with your two hands and never...let...go!"
She pushed him away roughly, finally releasing him from her grasp. As if nothing had happened, she patted her hair into place. "What I want from you is...your memories."
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He stumbled when she let him go, unsteady and shocked. His breath came shallow, and his heart was racing. Sweat dripped down his forehead, making him close one eye to let it run down his cheek. "My...memories...?" he asked, trying to hold his voice steady between his ragged breaths. "What...what could...those...do...for you?"
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"I'm a very busy woman, kid, so don't waste my time." She waved her hand towards him, shadow swirling in between them. Out of the black dizzy mass, a parchment scroll rose up, glowing faintly. A mass of text was printed on the paper, full of fine print and words Roxas probably had never heard before. One sentence was very clear, however: I, the undersigned, give Ursula the Sea Witch my memories in exchange for knowledge of the future. Below this, a wide line with an X marked next to it awaited his signature.
As the contract floated in front of Roxas, Ursula moved around and behind him. She pulled a feather quill seemingly out of the air and offered it to him, one hand squeezing his shoulder. "Have we got a deal?"
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"Yeah..." he said weakly. Then he stilled his shaking, and spoke again. "We have a deal." He looked straight at her, eyes determined as he took the quill. He signed deliberately with jagged lettering, wanting to get it done as fast as he could.
A single tear rolled down his cheek, cold against his skin in the night air, falling from the point of his chin onto the star-shaped pendant on his zipper.
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The water around Roxas seemed to have a mind of its own. Ursula's voice was unnaturally clear and forceful over the sudden thrashing of the wind and the chaotic waves of the water.
"Aegean, Bothnian,
Come waves of the Pechora Sea!
Vacuus, Irritus,
Speculum de gladius,
Anima to me!"
As she weaved the spell, Roxas was lifted out of the water by an invisible force. Thunder rolled across the suddenly stormy sky and green swirling light flowed around and through the Nobody, twisting its way towards Ursula, who stood eagerly in the water, hands curled around her seashell necklace. A vision of what lay in store for Roxas was bursting in his brain even as the memories of his past leading up to this very moment was captured into that singular seashell.
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When the light swirled around him, his eyelids were forced to shut tight. He saw glimpses, quick flashes, of things he knew hadn't happened yet.
A girl, with black hair, fading to nothingness in his arms. A silver haireed boy with a blindfold, fighting against Roxas with all his strength. That same boy taking off the blindfold--Riku!! A dark form behind him...Roxas held by the throat by a hand of shadow. Twilight Town, waking up in a bed, looking out over the rooftops. Eating ice cream on the clock tower--wait, he knew those guys! But...he'd never really met them. What was this? A Struggle Tournament, Axel. Wait, they were fighting! Why? A man in red, with amber eyes, his face covered, Axel attacking him. Roxas in a back alley of Twilight Town, literally walking through the three from the clock tower before. A white room, a blond girl in a white dress who looked a little like Kairi. Another fight with Axel...this time Roxas had both his keyblades. Then that man in red again, Roxsa swinging his keyblade at him but nothing happening. Then a weird pod opening...and Sora, asleep. Then, for atime...nothing. The vision was blank. Suddenly a dark place, stained glass below them--fighting with Sora, now. Then--the islands. It was that blond girl again, but...this wasn't his body, and that wasn't hers. He was...with...Sora?
A bright flash seemed to strike him in the middle of his forehead, and he moaned in pain for just a brief moment. Darkness overtook his vision, and his awareness faded, his body going limp. His breathing and heartbeat steadied, but he didn't wake up.
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One hand tapping the faintly glowing seashell, Ursula gave him one more satisfied and highly amused glance over her shoulder before wading further into the water. As she disappeared into the murky depths, the sky began to lighten.
Dawn was breaking.