Maybe We Should Wait

Bookworm

「 ✙ 」Ｂee slowly lifted his head up and glared daggers at the silver, “ You…..IDIOT! ” The book yelled, trying to sit up but fell over. “ I TOLD YOU I AM THE BOOK! YOU’RE HOLDING MY CORE IN YOUR HANDS! God…..it’s rotting…..please just….give it back, please return it before it turns to ash….. ”

Bee could feel the vessel was failing and it was failing fast, “ You don’t get it…….I created the vessel to protect myself from time and space, a human vessel is the only thing that can protect me. ” Bee finally managed to sit up on his knees.

“ ON ANOTHER NOTE I SHOULD SKIN YOU ALIVE FOR KIDNAPPING ME FROM MY VESSEL! ”

“I thought you were like... an android to let the book talk! Like a defensively golem,” he winces each time his voice raises, handing the book back to him while looking away. Damn. So close. “Well, I didn’t expect you to disintegrate! You’re just a book, a few seconds away from your bodyguard shouldn’t have made you decay like that...!”

And another wince as he screams at him, sitting down beside him. “I’m really sorry...! Okay? I just meant to steal, not murder or torture. I just figured there was no way you would let me read it, as it’s not mine, an-and I wouldn’t be worthy ‘cause I wasn’t chosen and...” he hangs his head. “Sorry. Um... how do I reattach your arm?”

Bookworm

「 ✙ 」Ｂee smiled a little but the next thing he knew he was in a lot of pain. “ W-WAIT STOP! ” He cried out, trying to follow after the silver but ended up on the ground. “ B-BRING IT BACK! P-please…… ” Bee panted, struggling to his feet and tried to follow after Ephemera.

There was no way he was going to get to the book in time, let alone would the vessel keep his form. The book itself actually started to rot a little the further it got away from Bee. Slowly, Bee made his way to the Bailey, actually tripping down the stairs. Upon hitting the ground, his arm broke off and slid across the ground.

He was listening at all, didn’t bother to look back. Finally! Finally finally finally he had the writings of the future, the past; the power of both, the knowledge of centuries! He climbs up the pipes without much trouble, sitting high off the ground. A good vantage point, and with the boiler-whatever behind him, it’d be difficult for anyone to sneak up without a long amount of crawling.

He grins down at the book, and then... frowns. Harshly. It was--what was wrong with it? Was it a fake? It was degrading right before his very eyes, it’s beautiful cover browning with wet age. “Ah...!” eyes wide, and he’s starting to panic. “Oh no... oh no, oh no...! I figured with consent, it’d be--” and he freezes, pressing himself flat when he hears someone coming. ...its vessel? It was still following? He should run and--wait. Oh hearts was that its arm???

He jumps down from the pipe in front of Bee, one arm still holding the book tight, and he offers his free hand to help the other up. “Uh... are you okay? You should go back in the book! You look bad!” and maybe going back in the book would make it stop degrading. Were him and the book two halves of a whole magic?

#[[RAPS SOFTLY]]#[[I'M UPSET SO IT MUST BE GOOD]]#ooc #ego

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[An idea from one of my friends, some dialogue from a potential Ephemera battle during the keyblade war. (A sort of final boss thing for KHX?) The protagonist in the dark!verse confronts a darkness-twisted Ephemera, and this is the response.]

Bookworm

「 ✙ 」Ｂee blinked, looking down at his book and than back up at the silver. He was pretty hesitant about doing it. “ You have to promise me, that you will not harm a single one of my pages. Got it? ” He said with a huff as he held the book out to him.

“Promise! I won’t hurt a single page. I know how upset the Foretellers were to just be missing one, it’d be like ripping away a piece of your soul...!” he takes the book delicately, in both hands. The boy holds it close, gently caressing his gloves fingers over the heart-shaped design on the front. “It’s beautiful...” he hugs it close, smiling warmly; and then less warmly, more deviously.

He bolts.

Book pressed tight to his chest and desperate for its knowledge, he doesn’t even bother to make a 180; heading swiftly to the left, springing off the stairway edge to the central area. Another dashing-curving left until his back is entirely turned toward Bee, hopping up to the brick-and-mortar fence, and leaping off the edge of the Marketplace... into the residential area below.

He’s not stopping, intending on continuing to leap and run as fast as his feet will take him, toward the Bailey.

#[[Nighto friendos!]]#ooc

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Bookworm

「 ✙ 」Ｂee glared at the silver, opening the book and summoning a Dusk and a Flood. Both seemed to move about as normal, sniffing around the area before turning there attention towards Ephemera. The Flood hissed and sunk into the ground much like it normally would. “ Technically this is from the past, after the Keyblade War happened. They are created by a person named Vanitas. As for the Dusk, it is called a Nobody. ”

Bee blinked and the two creatures disappeared.

He smirks back at the glare, sharply and non-too-friendly... but such an expression turns to shock when enemies are summoned! He looks a bit nervous when they get their sights to him, relieved they don’t initially attack. “I know dusks are from nowadays, though! Uh, the Vanitas-lings are new, though...? Looks scary,” frowns, closing his eye as he curls his lips into a pout.

“...whatever, I guess. I still don’t entirely believe it, but I’m... starting to think it might be a possibility,” he offers his hand out. “Can I see it up close? I promise I won’t hurt it! Just want to see it in person, I’ve wanted to see the Book of Prophecies, like... forever. Pretty please?” a pout, looking as cute and doe-eyed as he can manage.

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There was stunned silence, Ephemera standing in place with his head cocked to the side. Well, this guy was having a breakdown, some weird look alike or not. He… wasn’t really sure what to do with this. “Hey, hey, slow down–” There had to be an explanation, there always was one. Ava had always told him that there were answers if he looked. “That’s a great pun, not gonna lie– but I’m not a pretender? I mean, If I was I’d be a heartless, and…?”

Okay, this was getting nowhere, especially with the weirdness of the situation setting in. This guy had his voice too, though it seemed that he might have been a bit more excitable. Or something. It was hard to say. And the same name? “Put the keyblade away, okay? I’m not going to hurt you.” Although his hand was itching to summon his own Starlight in retaliation, that likely wouldn’t work. “This is just… uh… I don’t know!” Maybe there was a universe slip again, with the sleeping worlds and the waking worlds and time loops and– ugh it was too hard to think of right now. “This is definitely probably explainable! But I don’t think either of us are imposters maybe?”

“I’m not going to slow down! This might be really bad,” he slides a hand into his hair, quietly contemplating. He looks... pretty stressed. “Yeah, well, you might be a Heartless. I’ve heard rumors of human Heartless! The Neoshadows said so, and... well, they’re really bad at time, so it may be in the past or present or future or you...” he puffs himself up, trying to look big.

...but he desummons his Blade none the less. “But that’s exactly what an impostor would say, you know. But you seem pretty cool, I guess. Sorry for thinking about stabbing you,” something of a pout... and then he grins. “It’ll be alright, but we should get to the end of this!” he offers his hand out to the other. “Let’s go back to my, uh, our place? I think people will be freaked out if they see us in public,” he winks. “I’ve got a lot of theories on what might be going on already, but there’s paper back at my place to write on!”

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Bookworm

「 ✙ 」Ｂee glanced up at him, that sour look was still on his face. “ I’ve got a better idea. ” He huffed, moving away from the other. He stood a little bit away from the keyblade wielder and summoned the book before him. It started as a small ball of light and soon it took the form of a book, which landed softly in the boy’s hands.

“ I told you, I’m the Book of Prophecies. I’m an ancient tome that the Foretellers used. ”

“A better idea?” tilts his head, wondering what kind of magic trick he was going to perform. It had to be something cool and elaborate, right? ...summoning a book was not cool and elaborate. He looks entirely unimpressed, raising a brow. “...uh...?” and then he says that he’s the book of Prophecies, and... what? This was supposed to be that book?

“Sounds... pretty crazy? Uh, prove it? Summoning a book and claiming to be that book is actually kind of hurting your case instead of helping. They can summon stuff from the future, right? Summon me something from the future!” grins, walking up a bit closer.

Bookworm

「 ✙ 」Ｔhe book felt a little offended by that, but let it slide for now. “ Y-Yeah…….an apprentice….. ” Bee glanced away for a moment. “ Your welcome for the item. ” He huffed a little, trying not to sound like he was mad.

“ What makes me special is the fact that I AM the book. The one everyone thought was long gone. ” Bee huffed once more, putting both hands on his hips and scowling at the other. Bee started to tap his foot a little at the other like a stern mother but stopped when he realized that there was no point in getting mad at him. No one knew he existed really only a few do now. “ Sorry….. ”

“Who says that so formerly? Hah,” he voice raises an octave, trying to imitate a ‘fancy’ voice. “You are welcome for the i-tem in question, monsieur~,” he sticks his tongue out, jokingly. He can tell the other’s tense, so he’s trying to lighten the mood a bit. It doesn’t seem to be working... though he doesn’t know what’s wrong in the first place. He tenses slightly himself, looking around; were they in danger?

“You... identify as a book? A lost book? That’s pretty weird. Why not identify with a cooler book, and one that everybody knows? Like... I dunno... something cool from Olympus Coliseum, they write awesome stories! I met Hercules once, you know. He even kicked my ass. And I survived!” shifts weight to his ever leg, upturning his nose in a superior manner. “Pretty cool, huh?”

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“…Another me? Wait… what?” Well, there were probably stranger things in the universe.

#[[Sure is!!]]#[[I went on hiatus for like 6 months lmao]]#[[But reseeing Ephemera in Unchained sent my heart soaring once more.]]#seekerofstarlight #[[Thanks for the follow~ uvu]]

...wait what indeed. He stares at him. Pauses, touches his own hair lightly. Not a mirror. Maybe--maybe another Player? Maybe they replicated his scarf and have an Ephemera style in the barber shop and put green lining in the outfits and and... and replicated his face and eyes and hands and arms and... I mean, if there’s tails, why not an entire face mask?

He starts laughing. There’s about three chuckles, then he stops abruptly. “Um...” UM... eventually he points accusingly at his twin. “Aaah!” not quite a shrill scream, but definitely a shocked shout. “Imposter!” Starlight to his hand, holding it defensively. “I bet--I bet you’re an advanced pretender! Instead of a chest, you’re a me, a, uh... Ephemera-pretender, an-an Ephender!” he was definitely unique and there couldn’t be several versions of him. Right??? Right. P-probably...? Maybe he should bring him to a Foreteller...!

Bookworm

「 ✙ 」 “ Ａahh…the Foretellers talked a lot about you, I just sort of listened from the side. ” Bee said, taking the materials into his hands. Now things were getting awkward. How do you tell someone that you’re the BOOK OF PROPHECIES IN THE FLESH??? How? It’s impossible without sounding like a nut job. Bee stared at the materials for a minute before using magic to fuse them together, creating exactly what Ephemera wanted.

“ I know this is going to sound crazy but….I’m the book they kept hidden away from everyone. ” Well might as well start with the basics.

“Oh, are you their apprentice? Man! I would’ve loved to be an apprentice to them. That would be so cool. They’d show off all sorts of fancy light moves, Unicornis could show me the light whirlwind thingy he does that makes his hair do dumb things...!” he laughs lightly, much more at ease. Yup. Apprentice. That made sense. He was jealous, but accepting--and that jealous goes away when the Acrisius is before him. He takes the plus, attaching it under his bag.

“Sweet~ thank you~,” and by now, he’s mostly not paying attention. “Huh? Oh, uh, well, you shouldn’t be advertising that you keep the book hidden away. Someone might wanna steal it~” smug grin-grin, shifting his weight to one foot. “How’d you get picked to work under them, anyways? What’s your special skill? Like, not to be rude, but what makes you so special...? They were pretty adamant on no-apprentices, or at least they were to me,” yeah, he’s just going to interpret what he said in a way that makes sense. Books weren’t people!

Bookworm

「 ✙ 」Ｂee was just minding his own business, running some errands for Master Yen Sid and Riku. They asked him to get a few items from the local Mog shop and well he was pretty much lost at the main square. He had to wear his original attire so that it didn’t draw to much attention to himself, but that quickly back fired. When he was busy reading the list, he was surprised by the sudden grabbing of his shoulders and being talked to right in the face.

It took him a moment to register who it was that was talking to him, let alone what they wanted from him, “ Wha what? Aahh….s-sure I can try. ” Bee offered, adjusting his focus a little. Wait a second. This person looked strangely familiar. Oh lord it was Ephemera. “ E-Ephemera? ”

“Cool!” he smiles, reaching into his pockets to pull out some materials. Ten small mythril stones, two of each of the elemental stones, and a serenity stone. “You’ll have to create a Acrisius first, and then you can create an Acrisius+, which has a bit better... elemental... defense...?” narrows his eyes slowly at the stuttering of his name, joyful expression quickly melting to one of concern and suspicion.

“Uh... yeah,” who the hell was this? Was it really Unicornis and Leopardus fused?! Unileo--Leouni--Leoni! Leuni? Luni? Loni? ... “Um,” he rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact as strongly as humanly possible. “How do you know me? Do I... know you? From before...?” that could be so--he could be from before he woke up in Daybreak Town. Weird to find them here, though...?