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At the gates of Niflheim [open]
Character(s): Sephiroth, all.
Content: Entering through the Niflheim gates.
Setting: Niflheim
Time: Morning.
Warnings: N/A
There it was! At last, the opening he had been looking for. A surging, urgeful power enveloped him, tore him from all he had come to know, and suddenly - in what seemed like either years or seconds, the pain of life, of spirit, of being washed over him from all sides.
He was still for a long moment, crouched as he was on terra firma, savouring with luxurious slowness the first inhalation. He could taste the air around him, taste its promise and its life. Inwardly he allowed himself the brief vulnerability to rejoice, before straightening with an easeless grace, the material of his long coat creaking as its folds realigned as he stood. His head still cast down, eyes shut with the delicate lashes resting against his cheeks, he adjusted himself to the sounds of this new world - still sightless.
Vaguely, murmuring ahead of him. A congregation of people, muted as though subdued by some kind of protocol. Behind him only the whisper of flora, the breath of the wind. Finally, his skin prickling all over with sensation - sensation, such like he hadn't experienced for the longest time - he opened his eyes.
At once his pupils adjusted to the light, and he could feel every tiny movement of body and sinew as though it had been a manual effort to do so. Ahead of him was a great gate of shimmering silver ice, towering above an orderly mass of people passing under it. It was a sight to behold even for such a person as had not 'seen' for a long time.
Sephiroth steeled himself, still marvelling inwardly at the muscles tensed to do his mind's bidding as though it were nothing short of a miracle, and strode with long, careless strides towards the gate. His eyes registered that there was a queue of sorts, as though of a well-structured system of entrance to what he presumed to be a city. However, such things had never applied to him in the past; the functions of human society was but an observation spectacle, not something that intruded upon the life he had built for himself out of blood and ashes.
Striding past, he heard a couple of disgruntled murmurs and paid them no heed. His sword swung lazily from side to side as he walked, its horizontal resting position clearing people from his path in a wide berth. There was no need of it today. Today he was become everything he had been born for - today he was God. And it so happened that he was feeling gracious with the populace of this... This new and exciting world that he had forged a path to using the very Lifestream, that ethereal flow that powered the Wheel of Life.
However, this euphoria did not permeate the crowd gathered patiently behind him as he strode past decisively. The quiet, disgruntled murmurs turned to angry mutters, and these spawned and bred into a unified rabble of complaint as he neared the towering ice gates. He could feel the cold air radiating from them, these primeval monoliths, as a rather short and squat man stepped into his path.
"May I ask your name?" The stubby man questioned in a polite voice, his eyes nervously darting behind Sephiroth to the congregation of impatient people. Sephiroth inclined his head slightly towards the man in a gracious fashion. "No." Came the simple reply. His mind was buzzing, he was too full of burning, consuming life to engage in idle conversation. The man faltered, unsure of what to say next. "I see.. Very well.." He stammered.
A taller, more powerfully built younger man came forward from the crowd. "Hey, how come he gets to skip the queue?" the angry demand came. The short information booth clerk shrugged helplessly at the younger man, willing him to not cause trouble. But the silver-haired man had already swept on past, his coat billowing behind his powerful strides. As he walked through the towering gates, a small silver device was thrust into his hand by an over-zealous bystander. Rage suddenly flashed through his mind, and he envisaged drawing his sword and running her through then and there for interrupting the flow of his thoughts, but just as quickly as it came the anger vanished. Placidity flooded his mind once more, and he merely inclined his head again in a gracious acknowledgement, and walked onwards beyond the gates.
Content: Entering through the Niflheim gates.
Setting: Niflheim
Time: Morning.
Warnings: N/A
There it was! At last, the opening he had been looking for. A surging, urgeful power enveloped him, tore him from all he had come to know, and suddenly - in what seemed like either years or seconds, the pain of life, of spirit, of being washed over him from all sides.
He was still for a long moment, crouched as he was on terra firma, savouring with luxurious slowness the first inhalation. He could taste the air around him, taste its promise and its life. Inwardly he allowed himself the brief vulnerability to rejoice, before straightening with an easeless grace, the material of his long coat creaking as its folds realigned as he stood. His head still cast down, eyes shut with the delicate lashes resting against his cheeks, he adjusted himself to the sounds of this new world - still sightless.
Vaguely, murmuring ahead of him. A congregation of people, muted as though subdued by some kind of protocol. Behind him only the whisper of flora, the breath of the wind. Finally, his skin prickling all over with sensation - sensation, such like he hadn't experienced for the longest time - he opened his eyes.
At once his pupils adjusted to the light, and he could feel every tiny movement of body and sinew as though it had been a manual effort to do so. Ahead of him was a great gate of shimmering silver ice, towering above an orderly mass of people passing under it. It was a sight to behold even for such a person as had not 'seen' for a long time.
Sephiroth steeled himself, still marvelling inwardly at the muscles tensed to do his mind's bidding as though it were nothing short of a miracle, and strode with long, careless strides towards the gate. His eyes registered that there was a queue of sorts, as though of a well-structured system of entrance to what he presumed to be a city. However, such things had never applied to him in the past; the functions of human society was but an observation spectacle, not something that intruded upon the life he had built for himself out of blood and ashes.
Striding past, he heard a couple of disgruntled murmurs and paid them no heed. His sword swung lazily from side to side as he walked, its horizontal resting position clearing people from his path in a wide berth. There was no need of it today. Today he was become everything he had been born for - today he was God. And it so happened that he was feeling gracious with the populace of this... This new and exciting world that he had forged a path to using the very Lifestream, that ethereal flow that powered the Wheel of Life.
However, this euphoria did not permeate the crowd gathered patiently behind him as he strode past decisively. The quiet, disgruntled murmurs turned to angry mutters, and these spawned and bred into a unified rabble of complaint as he neared the towering ice gates. He could feel the cold air radiating from them, these primeval monoliths, as a rather short and squat man stepped into his path.
"May I ask your name?" The stubby man questioned in a polite voice, his eyes nervously darting behind Sephiroth to the congregation of impatient people. Sephiroth inclined his head slightly towards the man in a gracious fashion. "No." Came the simple reply. His mind was buzzing, he was too full of burning, consuming life to engage in idle conversation. The man faltered, unsure of what to say next. "I see.. Very well.." He stammered.
A taller, more powerfully built younger man came forward from the crowd. "Hey, how come he gets to skip the queue?" the angry demand came. The short information booth clerk shrugged helplessly at the younger man, willing him to not cause trouble. But the silver-haired man had already swept on past, his coat billowing behind his powerful strides. As he walked through the towering gates, a small silver device was thrust into his hand by an over-zealous bystander. Rage suddenly flashed through his mind, and he envisaged drawing his sword and running her through then and there for interrupting the flow of his thoughts, but just as quickly as it came the anger vanished. Placidity flooded his mind once more, and he merely inclined his head again in a gracious acknowledgement, and walked onwards beyond the gates.
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Sora!
Kairi. Remember what you said before? I'm always with you, too.
I'll come back to you. I promise!
I know you will!
Sora groaned and blinked rapidly a few times, trying to clear his mind. 'I've got to stop doing that,' he thought. ‘She's safe; I know she is. That memory won’t make things any better.’ He trudged on.
Had it been days or weeks? Whichever, it seemed to Sora as though he and his companions had been walking forever. Following Pluto had looked promising, since he did have the king’s seal in his mouth, but their effort had so far been fruitless. There was no king, no Kingdom Hearts, and no Riku.
Take care of her.
‘I promise,’ Sora told the memory of his friend. ‘If it’s the only thing I can do for you, I promise you that I will honor that wish.’
They walked on. Taking the seemingly endless road to their destination, the band of odd companions walked on. The dirt road continued far beyond the horizon, the ground hard under Sora’s feet. One steps, two steps, then nothing. Sora’s eyes widened in confusion and he looked at Donald and Goofy for answers. One glance told him they were just as confused as he was. Instead, Sora looked around.
Nothing. It was all around him. What had been there before was gone, replaced with void. Sora then felt himself being pulled…somewhere. I couldn’t tell which direction he was going, only that he was going there against his will. His speed increased, and Sora closed his eyes in anticipation.
As soon as he had done so, he landed on his own two feet.
“Whoa!” he said, the abrupt stop causing him to fall on his backside. He stood up, brushing off his shorts, which had become dirty and torn in places. Looking forward, he saw an incredible…
‘Line?’
He stood there, confused. Why was there such a huge line? What were they waiting for? A glance upward gave Sora the answer to that. A huge gate stood there, made of what seemed to be ice, with dozens…hundreds?...of people awaiting entrance. “This must be another world!” Sora mused aloud. He then knew why he was brought here. There was a seal to every world, a keyhole, and it was his duty to lock them all. Sora reached into his pocket, feeling each one of the keychains to make sure they were there, and walked on to join the end of the line.