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rules post!
hi, i’m jasper and this is an rp blog for an au xion from kingdom hearts! affiliated with @thevoidofemotion ( <- sideblog to this one! ) due to this blog's inactivity, you can find me on @panterasnarl, @eldestoften, and @notjustbaby + its sideblog @thequietislong
perma starter call post!
here are the rules for those mobile bound:
7 colors
sometimes i say “i think” but actually i know. on account of being the knower.
weeeeeee
i was an empty vessel once you know
now i'm a discarded vessel, which is actually not that bad if you ignore the cracks revealing a gaping absence where something once was
The Squabble
Two little dragons vie for a place to perch. Nothing else to see here.
I love how this piece turned out!
The younger hummed, tilting his head. It wouldn't be horrible for them to necessarily meet - but it certainly would highlight how much of a 'puppet' this timeline's Xion was. Dulled, controlled. Ready to be used. Funny it hadn't happened for this Xion - but perhaps they had reminded his older self of one of their .. dead classmates. But the teenager shook his head, immediately dismissing the reminder. It still was so painful ... even if he had plenty of distraction within this world, and timeline. He nodded a little, taking another bite of his cookie, but he'd nearly cough due to the black-haired individual's words.
"It would be rather ... alarming, I suppose,'' he answered after a beat. "And as for .. that, well - haven't we at the very least, secured an existence within this timeline? In order to make sure we get it right, one way or another?'' He motioned off to the right, as he continued to speak, ''It has to work. If it doesn't..." He glanced elsewhere, sighing.
"Then again it is becoming ... less of a possibility,'' he muttered.
"It was Eraqus, wasn't it?" Slightest bit of a wobble in his tone, clearly showing. Not like it had occurred within the elder's tone. It was far less messy.
"Era...? Oh! Terra mentioned him once, I think! Their Master, I guess? Though, I think Aqua's a Master now, too, so I don't think he's hers anymore? I don't really know how that stuff works, actually. And they had mentioned seeing someone they used to know visiting him - they seemed a little. Uneasy about it, so I guess it checks out that it would be him. Vanitas doesn't like me talking about him, either."
they pause, shifting in place a bit as they pick at their coat's zipper. "...He, um... People don't like him much, huh? I'm glad someone does, at least.. I'm surprised he found his way to my home, though. I thought it would be too dangerous.."
The younger snorted a little at that. How peculiar - but unsurprising, especially with different timelines. 'Hm - have you met yourself from this specific timeline yet?" Though, he was bit on-edge for that. The Xion here was much more controlled. Brainwashed by the Organization. He nibbled a bit on his cookie, before crossing his legs. Getting just a touch more comfortable.
He hummed, tilting his head. "Yes, I suppose it indeed would be,'' he replied, cracking a bit of a smile. Though, he blinked, feeling a pang within his Heart at such a line of questioning.
''.. I would be unlikely to do so, once our ambition is to be complete,'' he said quietly, sighing. To reset the world, to throw himself back to the past. "To effect it. As for changing anything - I am unsure, despite of the obvious changes around me. What of destiny? Are we not to do another Keyblade War? It is written, but the Organization's activities are rather ..." Abysmal right now. He shook his head. "I... apologize. You shouldn't have to deal with this."
Half genuine, half manipulative. He didn't know how much his older self had talked of the Organization. And... to betray his other was a dangerous game.
the xion from here..? they nibbled their own cookie quietly in thought, wondering if that would even be a good idea to begin with.
"Um.... No, I can't say that I have. And from how you mention them, you don't seem to think it would be good for me to, so I'm not really in any hurry to. Besides, I think... I think me meeting another timeline's version of me would be... Sad. Or something." they didn't elaborate, but they knew of the fate of organization xiii's imaginary number. they'd shared it, after all.. and somehow come back. they shook their head, focusing instead on what he was talking about.
"................Have you ever considered, perhaps, that there is no good ending for you? For.. Xehanort as a whole, I mean. If your older, future self is in on it, and you, your past self, is part of it.. I mean, it kind of seems like you, as a person, might have put yourself in a perpetual circle of the same thing, over and over, until the end of time. Doomed to keep participating in the same thing once you've reached a certain age, and doomed to pull your younger self into it, too. ..Or something."
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, before it fell off. There. Though, he was sure he'd see them again, especially if his older self continued to teach them. "Stupendous,'' he muttered, pocketing his own phone back into the depths of his coat, before pulling attention back to the cookie from earlier.
He scoffed a little bit at hearing their age. Then again - what was the point of looking down at them for such a thing? He was stuck in the very same situation, and who knew if the elder would ever .. pick up the pace in Organization missions again. Horribly stagnant. And yet - he didn't feel the need to leave the presence of his older self. Not when ...
He could actually breathe a bit.
"Naturally so,'' he answered, shrugging. A gloved hand went up to his face, fingers touching his cheek. "For instance - it's bizarre to see the same features from my face, in someone else's. The same micro-expressions."
"I imagine it would be! Unfortunately, I can't say I relate - it seems I'm the oldest version of me I've ever met. ..Not that I've really met many, but I've seen them! In passing. ..We don't usually live very long." and they knew why. they knew how, too. they didn't want to continue that line of thought, though. present company demanded a cheerier disposition - there was enough gloom in the room already.
" - At any rate, that means you live a long time, right? That must be pretty cool to know! Though, I can't help but wonder how it all would affect your own actual future - could you change it? If you knew what you were going to do and did something different instead.. Or are things destined to play out the same? Did you alter your own timeline just by being in the same one as your older self? What if your future is no longer him??" ..they seemed to have.. many thoughts on this matter.
“All he needs for happiness is a brick”
(via)
He about slid the phone back into place, but paused in light of hearing what to do additionally for them. "Of course,'' he spoke respectfully, once again sending a message back to his eldest self. Two, actually. He then hummed. "Oh- here, then, his number .." he offered, once he got back confirmation for giving it out. Being mindful, he showed the information screen of Xehanort's.
Sugar.. he could consider it for himself, but he opted to go with peanut butter today. Hell, he might get out the frosting for them too. "Granted, sometimes he'd be able to reply quickly, and other times ... slow. Due to his position, of course."
He nibbled on his own cookie, mindful of creating potential crumbs. He didn't like it - and the elder certainly didn't either.
"Oh - I am eighteen. All but still a teenager."
It was but a small flex -- of how powerful he already was; and only time will tell how much more powerful he'd become.
oh! number! that was fast! they pull their phone out again, cookie hanging from their teeth as they type away, their eyes darting between the screens as they did and, in a matter of moments, they pocketed it again and properly took a bite from the cookie.
"All good, thank you! This should make communication between training much easier! And aw, you're still a teen! Upper end of it, sure, but still! I may not look it, but I'm older than you! By six whole years, apparently! Or five and some change, more than likely, but still -" they let themselves trail off some, a sort of sad look in their eye for only a moment before they took another bite of cookie and began swinging their legs again.
"SO! Was it weird meeting old you??"
💀 — “ Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm just fuckin' with you. I know a bog - dweller when I see one, you don't fit the bill. ”
[ alongside hunting ' beasties, ' Cesare can especially relate to liking beaches and warm sand. he looks forward to retiring and being able to enjoy them again. with a fruity little drink. both swimming and consuming have been hindered since becoming a zombie, it's a bummer. not to mention how easily he can burn ...
his attention is shifted as they reach the market. every weekend, Halloween Town's residents hold a sort of flea market! selling and peddling all sorts of wares. stalls with trinkets, clothing, and odd plants are neighbors to much odder things, such as this pen with dog - sized centipedes and fuzzy spiders up for adoption! though it's not what he came for, he just HAS to stop and have a look - see. ]
“ What's your take on the creepy - crawlies around here? I used to be kinda skeeved out, but I dunno, this place makes 'em look like little dogs. ”
[ a spider skitters up to the edge of the pen, blinking up at them with so many big ol' eyes! ]
they seemed to calm down at his confirmation that he believed them, the mystery of why that even mattered in the first place remaining unsolved for the eons. they sighed in relief and smiled some, peering toward the very same market. oh! they'd heard of it, but never actually had the chance to see it themselves. work kept them busy, after all, and they weren't typically done before the market closed up shop, so they perked up even further. something new to do!
"..The huh?" his question brought him back from their thoughts, attention turning to the aforementioned creepy crawlies, and then down to that particular spider, big ol blue eyes staring back in turn.
"....Huh. They're definitely a fair bit cuter when they're bigger like this... And the World's style probably doesn't hurt..! I don't usually mind skittering things much, so long as I'm just looking. They can't really hurt me, either, so if I have to handle them, I can, I just.. I dunno! I like these better." they'll give that spider a little pat pat to its head. "...I might have a different opinion of them if this were, maybe, the toy World..."
