#non pandora

[her-feelings-were-in-vain]

ατ τhε ṿεɾÿ lεαṡτ, ï ώαṉτ τø ḋø εṿεɾÿτhïṉģ ï сøυlḋ

ƒøɾ τhατ сhïlḋ вεсαυṡε ï--

јυṡτ сαṉ’τ ṡταṉḋ вεïṉģ ïḋlε ïṉ lαṃεṉτ.

Klein has found himself stranded in the forest.

She had lately remained in her home, due to her son becoming ill. She needn't him to become any sicker, so she set out early that morning to go gather herbs to grind together. Then she could at least reduce his growing fever! With basket in hand, she went out into the brightening sky. The rapier that sat on her hip swayed in rhythm as she moved, gathering a little bit of everything.

it was only until she heard a crackling sound did the wise women spin around, holding the basket close.

"Who is there?"

[projectcatastrophe-blog]

And The World Needs A New Hero (pre - Crisis Core)

Purple and black smoke rose from the large fires that littered the field, floating to the surrounding forest air. Burning. Leaves crumbled into ash. All transformed into billowing, black smoke. Softly in the distance, a faint hum intruded. The sound grew more audible as the speck increased in size. Nearer and nearer the sound and shape grew, flying fast inland. The shape was identifiable now; it was unmistakably a helicopter. It flew low over the burning field. The door opened. 

"Leave it to me." A melodious voice mumbled. The crimson clad Commander positioned himself near the door. "You don`t have to follow me, Sephiroth. I don`t need your help. And, Angeal, stay here with Sephiroth." Then, without warning, he jumped out of the helicopter, performing a single flip in the air, and gracefully landed on his feet on the battlefield.

"Wutai War." He murmured. "And I will be the hero of this battle."

Genesis Rhapsodos` Mako enhanced senses allowing him to notice a Wutai troop that tried to sneak by. Rapier glow with fire energy as he turned around swung his blade, successfully assassinating the opponent.

Then, a familiar voice shouted loudly via radio waves from the helicopter. "Evacuate the field! SOLDIER 2nd Classes, retreat! SOLDIER 2nd Classes, retreat and report to your Commander!"

The crimson clad man shook his head. "What?!" His blue eyes darted around, "There`s still a 2nd Class here?! Damn." Quickly he rushed onward. 

[faithfulsoldier]

"Hello, Zack!" Cloud smiles to his friend, wagging his tail. (Thanks to M!Anon Cloud is know a kitty. Thank you for following me!)

"C-Cloud?!" The ravenette blinked. "W-What is it? A tail?! What happened with you?"

-out of chocobos- You`re welcome :3

[naito-san]

▄▀▄▀▄▀ fade out.

xiiithnobody started following you

The same face, the same eyes. The same smile, and almost the same laugh.

He tapped his gloved fingers against his arm, his back reclined against one of the many blackened buildings that plagued the Dark City. He was waiting, of course, for the key player to make his grand entrance upon these dull, runaway streets. DiZ had informed him as soon as he'd found out about Roxas's disappearance from the Organization. Ever since he had convinced Xion to return to rightful place, the blonde's world had been turned upside down. Broken promises, lost friends, the truth about his purpose within the Organization...everything had finally been brought to light. And now all that was left was to return him to the same place Xion had gone: to Sora.

There was a crack of thunder from a distance, and a slight drizzle had come in through the clouds. He had begun to raise his head until he had heard footsteps pad their way towards him. Riku turned and lifted his band with a single finger; a couple inches was enough for him not only to see, but to also agitate him.

"...You look too much like him," he mumbled. "I hate it." He pushed himself off his spot against the building, letting his hands fall to his sides. "It's taken me long enough to hunt you down, since your little group of 'friends' make it so hard for me to get to you. Or...would you even call them that now?"

"But now that you're here, why don't you make this easier for yourself and come along -- I don't want things to get...more complicated than they need to be."

[naito-san]

♚;

prodigyoftheheart started following you

He ditched his wooden oars into his rowboat without a care in the world, too livid to even care if they tipped over and dropped into the water below it. Riku immediately hopped off Destiny Island's little pier and onto the sand, making a beeline to the three boys who were playing on the shorelines.

Tidus and Wakka were already lost causes when it came to schoolwork, but Sora was a different story; and Riku took it upon himself to keep the brunette in line when it came to such things. ...Even if the other didn't like it.

"Oy," he yelled, breaking up the boys' informal blitzball session. "I've come to pick up Sora." He marched over to yank his friend's collar by the back, already starting to drag him away from his fun. "...Because a certain someone didn't do his project on time..."

[naito-san]

☯ filling in the gaps

He lifted his arms in the air for a stretch as he walked across the familiar sandy shores of Destiny Islands. To his dismay, nothing had changed much since the three of them had left the small islet. Everything was as it had been left before: the boats, the trails, the secret stashes of food, the cave drawings...

Initially, Riku had figured he was the only one here -- that is, until he saw a familiar redhead seated atop their signature tree. Instinctively, he turned to look at the whisps of clouds that peppered the sky. It was still pretty early in the day, and he hadn't expected anyone to row out to the island. Besides, wasn't school starting soon on the main islands? Surely everyone had been strapped to their desks by now trying to finish their summer homework before the first day of classes.

"So," he called out to her, walking across the wooden bridge. "Do I finally get some time with you?" The question had been meant as a joke as he uttered a soft laugh soon after. "Sora just whisks you away and I rarely get the chance to talk to you. What are you doing up so early, huh?"

[naito-san]

★ darkness's sanctuary || vanitas & riku

Now a newly named master, Riku felt all the more doubtful -- and all the more cautious. Such a title bore an immense amount of responsibility; and while it certainly may have given him a one up on Sora, he was beginning to wonder whether the grand wizard had made a mistake or not. While both Yen Sid and Mickey had reassured him that he had successfully managed to deflect darkness altogether, Riku still had his qualms. After all, Ansem's shadow of a memory had haunted him since the very day he had broken free from his possession. What was to say that Ansem -- or some other dark form of matter -- would find a loophole and manage to bring Riku back down to the abysmal depths? And then where would his tainted title get him?

Sighing, Riku hand a hand through his hair as he kicked the door to the Tower open. He needed to leave this place. For some reason, it just made him all the more worried. The silverette looked around, expecting to see his brown-haired friend bound up to him like a pet. "Still out on his little 'trip', I guess," he mused aloud, letting his hand fall from his head. "Guess I'd better chase after him and get some company."

Without much thought, Riku summoned his Keyblade and traveled the crossroads between worlds, choosing to stop by the one world that meant the most to him: Notre Dame. Even if Sora's little side-trip hadn't taken them there, he at least wanted to check up on Quasimodo and -- hopefully -- the many feats he was able to overcome. Riku had seen a lot of himself in the hunchbacked man; doubts, fears...qualities that led him astray.

He pushed the church's doors open, letting their wooden panels creak and notify those inside of his arrival. The place looked empty, just as it had been before. Perhaps a lot of people weren't seeking refuge since Frollo was gone? Suddenly, the image of a familiar boy caught Riku's eyes as he stepped further inside. "Sora," he called, letting his voice echo on and off the cathedral's high walls. "Your trip was to here, huh? What, you wanted to check up on Quasi, too?" Riku started walked over towards the stained glass and over towards the figure of his friend, who looked like he was bathing in the window's colorful lights.

"Hey, don't tell me you're actually standing while slee--"

Eyes immediately narrowed as he saw the mysterious boy's hair color remain a raven black. His hair was the exact same style, his physique the exact same type...--but the growing aura of darkness that stemmed from the boy was immensely different. Riku felt his shoulders tense up as he advanced closer, a thin lipped line replacing his once friendly smile. "...Who are you?"

[naito-san]

buster-cloudstrife started following you

Revisiting Hollow Bastion had always managed to bring bad memories. The thought of fully succumbing to the darkness and becoming Ansem's vessel still plagued his memory. And no matter how many times he had tried to push them aside and reassure himself that he'd conquered over darkness once and for all, the thought of falling back into its clutches  still managed to wake him in a cold sweat from time to time. Originally, he had decided to revisit the deserted grounds to pay homage for his accomplishments -- but after hearing that Sora had an errand to run there, he decided he might as well take it up for him and save his friend one less chore.

Besides, Riku was curious about the friends he had managed to make -- better yet find -- in this place. From what Sora had blabbered on about, Hollow Bastion used to be a world filled with light. The silverette's musings were cut short, however, as he heard footsteps approaching. He looked up, only to a see a gallant blonde make his way past him. And, with a single glance at the other, Riku could tell this man was an experienced fighter. He couldn't exactly pinpoint the exact reason, but the seriousness in the man's expression was enough to allude to his refined personality.

And all the more better for Riku, seeing as how seriousness and business was all he knew. Might as well get Sora's chore up and over with, right?

"...Excuse me," he began, pivoting in place. "Do you happen to know a guy that goes by the name Cloud? My friend said that he lives here, somewhere." Riku shoved a hand into his pants pocket, only to quickly fish out a small, wrapped package. "He wanted to return this to the person himself, but he...got kind of tangled up elsewhere..."