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paixaorpg2006-03-06 12:57 am
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A Reunion that's been LONG Awaited. [Closed]
Character(s): Sora, Riku
Content: Sora finds himself in Paixao and reunites with someone unexpected as he struggles to make sense of everything.
Setting: At the center of Paixao near Cid's shop
Time: Friday morning
Warnings: Angst, Mild Fluffiness, More Angst
“Mgnn...” The boy groaned, confused with his waking. The sensations with consciousness were strange, cold rather, and invasive to sound with the small chatter suddenly all around. Voices, Sora’s brain dully noted, he didn’t recognize.
His body shivered as a drop of freezing wetness plopped itself on his cheek, stirring the brunette further as it slid down to his chin. A successful chain reaction as protective lashes reluctantly rose from sky blue orbs, fluttering to blink away blurriness while the process of slumber terminated.
A pause.
Then suddenly, he couldn’t help but gasp, eyes wide as they were met with horrifying demons and angels, even griffins and long clawed dragons towering over him on the.. Ceiling? The paintings mingled with make-belief clouds that somehow poured perfect rain and mild snow. ..Sky?
What the...
He blinked again for good measures, attempting to break away confusion of what he was seeing and piece together comprehensive information - that is until the scary dream slammed back into memory, the jolt of it almost what caused him to snap up into sitting.
He remembered now! There had been grass, lots of grass; he was with Donald and Goofy, and then next thing he knew, darkness. It had almost hurt, its familiar sickening pull of his body to it sucking him in, fighting and screaming useless as it became one with the mind for hollow sleep. What a nightmare!
Donald… Goofy...
Blue eyes darted around himself, “Guys?” He called weakly, but no one answered. The crowd around him seemed to walk on as if nothing was out of the ordinary, each their own lives to attend. Pale, he noticed, the people were pale, young and almost all radiating a sense of beauty – blond hair accenting glassy blue eyes that should have reflected the ocean - but the beauty was almost fake just like the sky. Something was lacking.
Something he knew all too well: Life, emotions. The faces were mute and monotone looking, expressions extinct.
Sora didn’t know whether that was the cause or the weather, but it gave his skin a chill. With skinny arms instinctively crossing over his chest to rub at cold exposed flesh for warmth, he began to wonder where he was – and more importantly, how he got here. He hadn’t known there was a town like this nearby... Had he passed out from exhaustion and sleepwalked?
With a small blush, he frowned. How embarrassing… Even though no one seemed to notice the small boy right in the center of what appeared to be the town square. Maybe if he started by finding– The object that fell from his lap as he moved to stand made him jump as it clattered to cobblestone ground, attention darting to it instantly.
It was rather small and metallic, light in weight too as he bent forward to pick it up. He bit his lip in wonder as he examined it before looking around briefly to see who could have lost it, “Hey...” he asked aloud, “Does this belong to anyone?”
No answer. Few people turned their heads to the question as he waved the object, but no one claimed it. Waiting a few more minutes, it was soon confirmed by the silent way people eerily strode on with their private affairs that the object had been left to the realm of the forgotten.
He shrugged, bringing it to eye level for a quick peek; maybe the inside would clarify?
As it opened with an unlatched click, the sudden words etched onto the digital screen almost like a robotic message made him blink dumbly for a moment - but soon filled in a gap for many of his questions while at the same time created more than he knew how to find the answers for.
‘Welcome to the World of Paixao City, Sora.’
What…? And suddenly, it was like a brick to the face as he remembered just where he’d felt that same tugging darkness before – It hadn’t been a dream. It was sickly like the first time he’d found himself in Traverse Town, when his world was cruelly torn apart and swallowed by darkness.
Was this…? But he’d closed the doors! With Riku too! Had it…What?
Shit!
...Oh, right, mom told him not to swear!
Crap!
[OOC: GOD THIS CRAP TOOK ME FOREVER, BIGGEST BRAIN BLOCK EVAR, IGNORE THE HORRIBLENESS, I'LL EDIT TOMORROW. I'M JUST FRIKKEN SICK OF IT AND SHALL MAKE RIKUMUN WAIT NO MORE.]
Content: Sora finds himself in Paixao and reunites with someone unexpected as he struggles to make sense of everything.
Setting: At the center of Paixao near Cid's shop
Time: Friday morning
Warnings: Angst, Mild Fluffiness, More Angst
“Mgnn...” The boy groaned, confused with his waking. The sensations with consciousness were strange, cold rather, and invasive to sound with the small chatter suddenly all around. Voices, Sora’s brain dully noted, he didn’t recognize.
His body shivered as a drop of freezing wetness plopped itself on his cheek, stirring the brunette further as it slid down to his chin. A successful chain reaction as protective lashes reluctantly rose from sky blue orbs, fluttering to blink away blurriness while the process of slumber terminated.
A pause.
Then suddenly, he couldn’t help but gasp, eyes wide as they were met with horrifying demons and angels, even griffins and long clawed dragons towering over him on the.. Ceiling? The paintings mingled with make-belief clouds that somehow poured perfect rain and mild snow. ..Sky?
What the...
He blinked again for good measures, attempting to break away confusion of what he was seeing and piece together comprehensive information - that is until the scary dream slammed back into memory, the jolt of it almost what caused him to snap up into sitting.
He remembered now! There had been grass, lots of grass; he was with Donald and Goofy, and then next thing he knew, darkness. It had almost hurt, its familiar sickening pull of his body to it sucking him in, fighting and screaming useless as it became one with the mind for hollow sleep. What a nightmare!
Donald… Goofy...
Blue eyes darted around himself, “Guys?” He called weakly, but no one answered. The crowd around him seemed to walk on as if nothing was out of the ordinary, each their own lives to attend. Pale, he noticed, the people were pale, young and almost all radiating a sense of beauty – blond hair accenting glassy blue eyes that should have reflected the ocean - but the beauty was almost fake just like the sky. Something was lacking.
Something he knew all too well: Life, emotions. The faces were mute and monotone looking, expressions extinct.
Sora didn’t know whether that was the cause or the weather, but it gave his skin a chill. With skinny arms instinctively crossing over his chest to rub at cold exposed flesh for warmth, he began to wonder where he was – and more importantly, how he got here. He hadn’t known there was a town like this nearby... Had he passed out from exhaustion and sleepwalked?
With a small blush, he frowned. How embarrassing… Even though no one seemed to notice the small boy right in the center of what appeared to be the town square. Maybe if he started by finding– The object that fell from his lap as he moved to stand made him jump as it clattered to cobblestone ground, attention darting to it instantly.
It was rather small and metallic, light in weight too as he bent forward to pick it up. He bit his lip in wonder as he examined it before looking around briefly to see who could have lost it, “Hey...” he asked aloud, “Does this belong to anyone?”
No answer. Few people turned their heads to the question as he waved the object, but no one claimed it. Waiting a few more minutes, it was soon confirmed by the silent way people eerily strode on with their private affairs that the object had been left to the realm of the forgotten.
He shrugged, bringing it to eye level for a quick peek; maybe the inside would clarify?
As it opened with an unlatched click, the sudden words etched onto the digital screen almost like a robotic message made him blink dumbly for a moment - but soon filled in a gap for many of his questions while at the same time created more than he knew how to find the answers for.
‘Welcome to the World of Paixao City, Sora.’
What…? And suddenly, it was like a brick to the face as he remembered just where he’d felt that same tugging darkness before – It hadn’t been a dream. It was sickly like the first time he’d found himself in Traverse Town, when his world was cruelly torn apart and swallowed by darkness.
Was this…? But he’d closed the doors! With Riku too! Had it…What?
Shit!
...Oh, right, mom told him not to swear!
Crap!
[OOC: GOD THIS CRAP TOOK ME FOREVER, BIGGEST BRAIN BLOCK EVAR, IGNORE THE HORRIBLENESS, I'LL EDIT TOMORROW. I'M JUST FRIKKEN SICK OF IT AND SHALL MAKE RIKUMUN WAIT NO MORE.]
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Riku's expression grew serious as he remembered all the shit that was 'what's going on.' He'd completely forgotten in the last few minutes after finding his best friend again.
"I don't really know, either," Riku admitted. "I keep hearing that it's a city called Paixao, but. I'm not really sure."
He paused a moment, considering how to share the information he'd gotten from Ansem without betraying the source. "I think it might be some big freaky experiment. There are these people in black robes who don't have hearts...but they're not Hearltess. One of them kidnapped Kairi. I was looking for you so we could go rescue her."
Riku reached into his pocket for his journal so that he could show Sora their friend's entries after she'd gotten captured. It was awkward trying to flip the small device open and punch the right buttons using only one hand.
OH ANGST
Time stopped.
What..?
Eyes wide and face visibly falling, Sora's heart practically clenched as all trace of joy, relief and warm feeling were squeezed to death. Everything just broke. Extinct.
...
Maybe our journey meant nothing after all...