Sentiments Crossing Time

AU roleplay blog based on the concept of an Isa Lingering Sentiment. Multi-verse aware. Please read the About and Rules for more details.

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((Haha oops I lost the login for this account for like a month *sweats*))

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　She was only slightly frustrated when the tall metal person seemed unable to peer into her mind. Even if it hadn’t been direct, her point had still gotten across, and she had been given many many names to think of the armor by. Despite all of them being delivered with equality, inside her mind ‘Guardian’ seemed to stick out the most. It was a label that was somehow fitting, and so she would stick with it.

　Now, back to the more pressing matters at hand. Adventure! In truth, when the teeny girl had stumbled upon the armor, she had no particular destination in mind. She still didn’t have one. Maybe the Guardian and her could just walk around together?

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Well then, that was settled. The Sentiment could not smile; instead, it radiated affection at the little girl. It pushed itself up from its kneel, and then reached one gauntlet to affectionately pat her head.

Where do you wish to go, little princess? I am at your disposal. After all, this was what it had been made for. No matter how many lifetimes separated she was from that Xion, the Sentiment had been in part created to protect and guide this little heart.

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  Riku slowly began to relax a bit, icy eyes becoming softer. It seemed like it didn’t want to hurt him. Good. That made things easier for him. He nodded in understanding before hearing the last statement. He had never really thought about that. But then again… he was a bit young for everything, wasn’t he?

  “I guess you could say that.” He gave a short laugh, shrugging a shoulder. “Honestly, I’m surprised how I can wield one.” After… all he’s done. It still fazed him as to why Yen Sid chose him to be the Keyblade Master. Clearly, Sora had more experience than him– but, the old man had mysterious ways. Yeah, he knew what Yen Sid had said about forgetting what they knew, still it left him clueless…

  “Can I call you ‘Sir Isa’ then? You kinda remind me of someone I know. Yet, you’re much nicer than he is.”

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Amusement. The emotion projected towards Riku in the same manner as the Sentiment's words.

You have met Saix. The Nobody Saix, that was. Here no one recalled what it was to have two names to protect them from wicked magic. The practice had disappeared long ago; now that name only had this negative connotation. It was a shame. But to be referred to by that name always felt strange to the Sentiment; right and wrong at once.

I am not truly that person. The Isa who created me died many centuries ago. But...that name is acceptable. But why do you doubt your worthiness? The Sentiment reached out one hand to gesture to the boy. Yes, there was Darkness in his heart, but Darkness existed in nearly all hearts, and it was not in itself necessarily a bad thing. One of the most reliable of his own reincarnations had Darkness in his very bones, and used to to guard those who could not guard themselves. Darkness was merely a tool, like any other.

[flamesilocks]

▸ (to whichever LeAxel you please)

[text] HEY

[text] hey i found a cool one, but you and me still grew up separately it’s kinda odd

[text] i’ve convinced the isa mostly but the lea is being stubborn

[text] requires bluntness

[text] like “i don’t actually have a head” bluntness

[text] help me out later?

[flamesilocks]

[text] we have got to get you voice to text

[text] wait i cant believe i forgot you don’t talk

[text] i guess it just seems like you do

[text] anyway get this somehow isa ended up in twilight town??  so already its backwards day

[text] and so then apparently lea bounced from destiny islands to traverse town

[text] only guessing at that bc he wont talk about it but the islands have ccome down with this srs case of Being Gone

[text] and he’s there with a half-grown sora without a kb it’s WILD

[sentimentxenduring]

[text] i asked xion for assistance

[text] i will meet you in the usual world

[text] which one of them is scarred

[flamesilocks]

▸ (to whichever LeAxel you please)

[text] HEY

[text] hey i found a cool one, but you and me still grew up separately it’s kinda odd

[text] i’ve convinced the isa mostly but the lea is being stubborn

[text] requires bluntness

[text] like “i don’t actually have a head” bluntness

[text] help me out later?

[sentimentxenduring]

[text] trel;l me mopree

[text] apoloigiesd

[text] ythesae biuttomns atre verry smsall

[rainbow-taishi]

Young Masters

((Yen Sid is a fan design. I am looking forward what he’d look like as a young kid like the others~ If we can see it haha ))

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  That voice… he had heard it somewhere before. It had been heard rather recently… Wait a minute– Saix! Wait no, no– Isa. He was Isa now, not Saix. Still even if– whatever this thing was– shared little to no resemblance with the one he loathed, he was still suspicious.

  Riku gave a hum of acknowledgement and nodded, ice blue eyes focused on it, “I see.“ How could something share the same voice and not be him? Was this some kinda trick or something? Well, if it was, Riku didn’t find it very funny. “Tell me something. Do you have a name?”

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The boy seemed...suspicious of it. Perhaps that was to be expected. It was not every day that one met what amounted to a haunted suit of armor. Though Sora had evidently met another like him, it was clearly not a common occurence. Once more it shook its head, metal clanking against metal.

I do not have a name. You may refer to me however you please. And then it tilted its head to show its own curiosity.

You are very young to feel as connected to your Keyblade as you do. How did he come to his status at an age like this? In its own time and place, a Keybearer was not made a Master until they were quite a bit older, at least in their 20s. What was this world like for things to be this way?

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Brotherhood? Sora paused, folding his arms over his chest. Well… he guessed that made sense. Their rag tag band wasn’t exactly like a brotherhood or anything… just really close friends working together. Most of them were Keyblade wielders, but Donald and Goofy counted just as much as everyone else did. So he wouldn’t really say it was a brotherhood of Keyblade wielders… more like just a bunch of friends working towards something.

“Well, that’s definitely much better than bein’ an enemy!” Sora nodded before folding his hands behind his head instead, already relaxing a little. So this guy was sort of waiting, in a way. Creator, huh? Part of him wanted to ask, but it felt a little beyond Sora. The armor did seem more curious about the other suit of armor he’d met awhile back. It was pretty long ago, but something about it stuck with him.

“Um… not much to really say I guess,” He began, shifting his weight a little, “It was kinda tall, though it was kneelin’ in this abandoned place. Somehow it ripped open a portal into another World. Me an’ my friends when to investigate and that’s when we found it over there. It kept goin’ on about Xehanort and I think it mistook me for him. Then he started attackin’ me and my friends… it probably was a misunderstandin’ or something.” He didn’t look anything like Xehanort after all… if he did, that’d be a bit concerning.

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Another World? --Ah yes, it did recall being told something about the worlds being separated now. It was easy for the Sentiment to forget that, and it still did not quite comprehend how that could have happened. This other Sentiment seemed worth seeking out, if only to understand its purpose. Perhaps it would share with its own kind if not with Sora.

It had no face and could not scowl at the mention of Xehanort, but its voice darkened, anger laced through the words.

Xehanort has many faces. It dipped its head once, acknowledging Sora's directions.

I would like to meet it. If I do, I will be sure to tell you its meaning in attacking you. Would that please you? It might not be the Sentiment's business, but if it could aid the Keybearers here, it would give it more purpose than it currently had.

[californiakenyan]

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  Okay, that was a little startling. It wasn’t the first time he had encountered someone who had the ability to do that. For example– Ansem or Xehanort’s Heartless. but the one in front of him was clearly not one of them.

  “Hi? How are you, sir?” Might as well try to be polite. Besides, this thing hadn’t given him a reason to snap… yet.

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Sir? it repeated. How curious. It was....amused by the title. Had anyone ever referred to it that way? It had never been human, and that was a human way of addressing each other. It shook its head slowly.

That title does not apply to me, it said. I am not a human, Master.

Its voice though...wasn't that Isa's voice?

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The shaking of it’s head definitely was a bit reassuring. That last suit of armor was tough after all… he really wasn’t looking forward for another fight. His shoulders relaxed a little, but his curious look remained. You are a Keybearer, it said… or rather the words popped into his head. Sora folded his arms against his chest, closing his eyes briefly. They were allies? Then this suit of armor must be different than the other one. That one seemed really keen on taking him out even with what looked like a Keyblade.

“Y’think so?” Sora opened his eyes and placed his hands behind his head, “I’d rather have someone like you on my side if you’re as strong as the other one… er speakin’ of that, are you waitin’ for someone too?” It was probably rude to ask, but he just blurted it out.

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Of course it thought so. Sora was not only a Keybearer, but it felt as though he was one on the side of Light.  But perhaps Keybearers did not operate in the time with the comraderie of its own time.

Where I am from, Keybearing is...a brotherhood. And so you are my ally, it said. But...waiting? Perhaps it was, in a way.

...I await the day I am needed, to return to my creator. But that day would not be for another thousand years, or thereabouts. It would be a very, very long time before it was time for the Sentiment to rest. But this other one...

Tell me about this other you met.

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It moved and Sora jumped, already readying his stance. How embarrassing… just moving from a simple head tilted. Sora gave an awkward laugh, before holding his hands up in a way of meaning no harm. The strange voice that echoed in his head was familiar to the one he’d heard before, but different. Sora’s tongue immediately pressed against his cheek in thought, mostly how to word it together.

“No… but I’ve met something–someone– like you before. You’re not gonna attack are you?” He figured he might as well be honest. If it was asking a question like that, and especially since it seemed curious. That was the effect he was getting here, at least.

[sentimentxenduring]

Another one? Really? That was--...sad, but also fascinating. To meet another Sentiment would be incredibly interesting. Whose was it, it wondered? Perhaps the Sentiment could find it and speak to it.

--Unless it was hostile. Which would very much explain the boy's nerves. The Sentiment slowly shook its head, metal clicking and scraping against metal.

I will not attack you, it assured the boy. You are a Keybearer. We are allies.

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  He isn’t sure what he’s seeing right now… but as far as he knew, it could be another one of his weird daydream things. “Can I help you with something?”

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Ah. It’s that friend of Xion’s-- no, this is another world. And he’s too old; but from the feel of it, the boy was already a Master. Interesting. The Sentiment tilted its head curiously.

Hello. The Sentiment’s voice wasn’t audible to the ear, but rather echoed in the mind.

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　Perhaps outgoing wouldn’t be a good word for her…rather, overwhelmingly curious about the world. Being alone as she was, she had to get used to walking around by herself.

　She seemed happy that the metal person wanted to accompany her…But she really wanted to try and communicate better! Whether or not the person had telepathy, but was also a mind reader…well, she would put that to the test now.

　What formed in her mind were not words, nor was it any sort of language, rather bright, colorful imagery. It was as if inside her mind, the entire world was intensified ten fold. It was bright, beautiful, enticing. There was a sensation of knowing the titles of most that was around her, yet when she imagined the metal person themselves, suddenly there was no label. Her mind was blank.

　She wanted a name… Of course, if he could not see into her mind, then he would not get any of what transpired. She was rather hopeful, so it’s likely she would be very frustrated should that be the case.

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In truth, the Sentiment was not a mind reader. It could not pluck thoughts from the minds of others, not in the way it could project its own. But at its most basic, the Sentiment was a Keyblade. It could feel out hearts, if nothing else. Both the presence of them, and the impressions of them. And though it could not see her imagery, the Sentiment could feel her heart reaching out to it for a connection.

It tried not to desperately reach back. That wouldn't do at all.

A name. That was the sense it got. But the Sentiment didn't have one. This, it expressed to her not in words, but in impressions. The Keyblade it might have been had been called Lunar Flare, but it had been rejected by its weilder and never manifested. And now it was more than that; it was a will, Prince Isa's, but it was not Prince Isa. It had been called many things. Guardian. Kingsblade. Chatterbox. Rusty. It accepted all of those titles, but none would it choose to place above the others.

Whatever she wished to call it, the Sentiment would accept that, as well.

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There was a wary part of him. He’d seen something like this before, right? A suit of armor, though the design and patterns were much different than the one he had fought before. His hands were tense, though, and fingers were arched to summon the Keyblade if he needed to. The first one didn’t attack right away so maybe this one wouldn’t either?

Unless he was mistaken for Xehanort again.

“…” What exactly did you say to a suit of armor? Somehow hello didn’t seem to really cut it here. Maybe if he didn’t look threatening, it would just stay… asleep?

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The Sentiment noticed Sora as he approached, more by the feel of his Keyblade nearby than any physical sense. It didn't truly need to turn its head to "see" him, but the effect helped.

It seemed in this world that the young servant boy was well on his way to mastery. The Keyblade felt so near, ready to leap to his call the instant it was needed. How pleasing; but the boy seemed tense. Did it recognize the Sentiment somehow, or was it for another reason? Curiously, it tilted its head.

Do I distress you? The voice wasn't a physical one, but rather echoed in the minds of those it spoke to.

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　The teeny girl stares down at both of their hands, mouth slightly agape. She didn’t expect the metal person to be so…tender.

　Upon hearing the questions, she will shake her head with slight hesitance, and then shrug. In that order. She was not lost, she was exploring! Lea though, she did not know where ‘Lea’ was.

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So she was by herself, but she didn't seem distressed. Though its Xion was the more cautious twin, perhaps this one was more outgoing. The Sentiment slowly nodded its head. If she was not distressed, it would not be, either.

I will accompany you, then. Where do you wish to go? It would gladly follow where she led, or carry her if she preferred. Either way, it would not pass up this opportunity.

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　The teeny girl goes positively wide eyed. Inside her head? They didn’t speak, like she didn’t?

　Albeit a bit timidly, she’ll reach out and take the metal person’s hand. Somehow, she felt as if she could trust this stranger, though…She wondered, could they hear her thoughts? Or could they just put words in her head? If they could…she could talk to someone!

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The Sentiment closed its hand gently around the tiny girl's. She was even smaller than the Xion of its world was; it had never seen her so tiny. Perhaps there was also a Lea here who had somehow misplaced her.

Are you lost? It didn't feel any other hearts it knew anywhere nearby. That was worrisome. Where is Lea?