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[vcinglcry]

“.....Where’s Sora? Where’s Roxas?”

Where is everybody?

[meteorein-archive]

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Now if it’s one thing that can get this antisocial ex-mercenary talking, it’s swords. Once he gave up the Buster, he was always looking at the best and brightest to rid the Planet of its monsters. New city or not, he needed something more suitable — even if it meant asking a kid about it.

“Hey. Got a minute?” Cloud approached the boy. “How’d y’get those? All they gave me was a wooden sword. Not really my style.”

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[fcxrcin]

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∞ Mm, isn’t that Roxas? She’s moving quickly to get through the small amount of crowds and to reach out and call to him. “H-Hey! Roxas!” She taps him gently on the shoulder and walks right beside him. Upon closer look, he seems...different. It’s his scent. it’s not the same as it was when she first met him. She begins to wonder what it can be, “How have you been?” She decides to ask instead. 

[levitersora-archive]

@terthiodecimo

To be used as bait... that was not the way Sora would have wanted this to go, but it was all for them to work together and for that to happen, they would have to gather as many enemies away from people, and attack them together. Didn’t something like this happen before with those cupids? Well... these robots tried to kill others, unlike the cupids, so no, it’s not exactly the same. ‘Come on where is he...’ Sora turned a corner, seeing an open area where Roxas could be waiting to strike them down. “You think you’re so tough because you’re bigger? Well, I got some news for you. Roxas, now!” Sora summon forth his Keyblade, just in case their plan failed again.

[gaiabein-blog]

 “Get to safety, hurry! This way!” Palms motioned civilians to make haste in the direction of interested, singled out by a limb. Worn out failed master watched as the robotic metal foes destroyed which has attention landed upon. Aiding the wounded when necessary, to Terra’s dismay he was not much help at the moment as a warrior so he made do with aiding the wounded and helping those who allowed fear to claim their hearts. Efforts not solely his for the time being the abilities and strength of another were borrowed. In this case the ghost visage of his friend Ven --- who showcased incredible mastery over, not just one keyblade, but two. The sight --- fascinating. A dual keyblade wielder, never in his prime had Terra witnessed such arts until now. “I think that’s all of them!” Voice echoed through fields of war towards the young boy in black to inform him that there was no threat of losses of life if he wished to go full out on these droids then that was his cue.

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[moveddd2]

                 “Roxas!” She yelled out to get him to turn around just as a Heartless was ready to hit him. Leaning over the railing, staring down at him, watching until it was clear. As soon as the last Heartless burst in a smoke of darkness, she pushed off from the railing and hurried down to his side. She was disappointed in the fact she couldn’t help, but she tried her best. “Are you alright?” If he was hurt, she had gotten a few potions and elixirs from Yen Sid. @terthiodecimo

[elvenrule]

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     Equipped with a blade of elvenmaking, Thranduil marched steadily alongside a congregation of worshippers within Esso. Labelling the sword at his side as a mere precaution, it was distrust which truly spurred his choice to carry it now. There lay no question as to the danger of a solitary journey through outer districts, most notably in those which few people dared venture. The mystery of such an area, however, was precisely why the elvenking chose to examine it.

In spite of his vigilance towards the masses which trudged by in deep trances, Thranduil was caught unawares by an outlier. Not a moment before, the cobblestone road remained silent save for synchronized footsteps. Within seconds an addition of an offbeat pace appeared, reason enough to suspect an attacker closed in behind him.

❝Do not think to move. You will explain yourself, lest I assume the worst of your intentions.❞  he demanded after drawing his sword to the offending individual’s person.