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♔ Be careful when you fight the monsters, lest you become one. independent sora rp; au - canon derivative.

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{ —- I CANT BELIEVE THIS GIFSET AND WHAT HIS HEARTLESS SAYS!!! i need to play coded and read more on things bc im BURNING excitedly and all my cannibalistic au honey nut feelios are outta this world... ANYWAYS sorry to have kept you guys waiting! tons of homework and exhaustion really piled up on me but i won't be dropping any threads! give me a night or two to catch up !! thanks for being patient with me!

[robvalentines]

"Rage... Hatred... Glitches to feed my darkness... And soon, hearts to sate my hunger!"

[lightwithinthedarknessu]

by: 裸餅

[vvielding]

"I’ll leave the crying to you, runt." A tender expression of his mirth released in the form of a chuckle—dry & small, but something rarely used would end up rusted. “You sure bout’ that? Go ask her. Don’t whine at the messenger.”

            {♔} —-  okay, maybe he's not the least sensitive.  but since when             was  that  worth being  ashamed  of?  "think  you're  the one  who             didn't get the message! you know, the ugly truth...?" 

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Send me a Ⓢ if you want my Skype.

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『 ↑☀ 』

                                            ❝ Good point. ❞

                  Riku acknowledged his friend’s statement with a crisp nod. The man                   truly didn’t know how to crack a smile. It was a feat that even the                   young Master couldn’t achieve — especially while in the presence of                   the boy he’d grown up with. Sora’s unbridled curiosity brought about                   the discreet upturning of his lips and the gentle relaxation of his shoulders.

                  A glance was cast towards the lean youth as he noticed the heavy stack                   he chose to gather. He could all too easily imagine the tomes returning to                   the floor after a careless step or thoughtless flourish of movement. The                   concern was fleeting, however, and his focus returned to the task of                   gathering up the misplaced mess.

                                             ❝ It’s only a secret to you because                                                                   you’ve never bothered looking in them. ❞

                  The statement could have been perceived as sharp and unyielding;                   however, Riku made no attempt to hide his mirth in the usual swaddle                   of distant caution. As he returned the books to the shelf they belonged to,                   his calloused fingers lingering on those with interesting titles or elaborate,                   dusty covers, he kept his eyes trained away from Sora. 

         ❝ Of course —— ❞ His words were almost too deliberate to be serious.

                                             ❝ They’re probably rigged to explode                                                                   if someone snoops in them. ❞

                                                                            『 ↑☀ 』

            {♔} —-  well,  yeah.  of course he hasn't  taken the time to  snoop             his way through any of the books now piled up in his arms  -  hasn't             it  always been practically  forbidden?  there's reasons for  warnings             like those, right? and no matter how often the brunet gets right up in             the middle of ripe havoc, he doesn't want to do wrong by yen sid.

            in a way,  he feels a whole  lot like he  can't afford to. though,  that's             bound to have a great deal to do with his lack of a mark of mastery -             one  consequence  that he  blames no  one but  himself for.  "guess              you're right."  for this once,  reluctance doesn't clutter the wielder's             tone.  it's not so much of  a serious  conversation  as it  is an absent-             minded one,  where sora's just  trying to wrap his head  around it all.

            but  it drains of  any somber tones  as  soon as  he imagines bombs,              of whichever sort,  wound tightly in spines of the books. voice falling             to  an  ominous  whisper as he  sets a few in their rightful places,  he             grins when he plays along. "we'd better be careful not to open any             of 'em! who knows - maybe he's got eyes and ears everywhere."

            once  his arms are cleared,  he collects a  few more until the floor  is              slightly visible. "just waiting for one of us to try it out and ruin the             place - all so he can make us clean it up again!"

            it's pretty damn believable, even if he is only kidding. "fifteen munny             you won't test it out."

[vvielding]

“Ouch—guess I deserved that one, huh?” Amusement still aided ordinarily apathetic countenance, indifference sheathed before a boy that held a sealed space within his soul. “Come on Sora, we both know that Kairi thinks I’m the best looking.”

            {♔} —-  "you  gonna cry?”  lighter now, as his own grin's forming.             "yeah, right!  guess you're  remembering  a  bunch of stuff  from              one of your dreams again, 'cause fat chance that's the truth!"

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[vvielding]

"—Cause’ I can. Careful, your face might get suck if it’s like that for too long."

            {♔} —-  "says  who?  'cause i  sure don't  remember it!"  quickly             relaxing the muscles in his face  as to avoid  the warning, he crosses             his arms. "better stuck than lookin' at your mug like this!"

[maenadist]

Siren Song | vvielding

You know which world really sucked? Atlantica. Which raises the question of why exactly, Larxene was here. She certainly didn’t suit the area, with the whole electricity thing. It made it difficult to use the element unless she focused. The one upside was how quiet the world was. As long as you avoided the royal quarters that is. The singing practically made her ears bleed. They always sing. Why? Not even good singing. And it’s always stupid songs about friendship or whatever. No thanks. If Ursula did her job, no one would need to put up with this crap. Back to the point, why was she here? It’s not that she liked the makeshift clothing to cover her chest made of scales. The shark tail was pretty cool, being striped. Tiger shark, but it wasn’t enough to make her visit often. The sea felt so suffocating too. So large, so unexplored. Maybe it’s the mystery of it all. The creatures of the deep and all that. Or fresh seafood too. Being here did usually make her hungry. Blame the shark in her. At the moment, the blonde lazily swam through the currents with no real direction. A lazy day in solitude. Below her she watched the dolphin make it’s rounds and eyed a school of fish up ahead while weighing her options. Sometimes you just need some quiet. A slow spin was added to her lazy pace and she simply let her mind wander about over many different subject. During one of her revolution her shark tail came to a halt. Something in the sea forced her to a stop. Like someone was there. Intrigued, she corrected herself and scanned the area, the rocky outcrops and coral, each little crevice between natural structures. It was the brief sighting of brown hair that really got her staring on hard. Then a blue tail. Couldn’t be, right? There was no reason to be here, the Heartless had left. After a few minutes of looking she gave up and turned. Only to get a clear shot of who it was. "What the hell?" Well. This complicates things doesn’t it? Let’s just hope he doesn’t remember me.

[vvielding]

            {♔} —-  vaguely  disoriented, as adapting to a tail when you've lived             sheerly on two legs is never easy,  he's finishing a loose twirl  when he             spots the svelte blonde.  no doubt,  she's as sharp as the edges of her             tail! what, with those two antennae-esque strips of hair and venomous             eyes...  clueless on convenient occasion,  but not blind.  maybe it's an             inevitably  trusting nature  when  the heartless and organization  don't              seem  to be around that  urges him forward despite  the instincts  that             advise the keyblader against approaching further.

            he's not really here on a specific mission, so it's okay to ask, right? 

            that meaning: a lighthearted "hey there!" slipping past parted lips in a             few awe-stricken moments.  from where he's standing (floating?),  she             looks pretty confused. maybe the woman needs help finding a special             trinket like one of ariel's... though there is something of a resemblance             between herself and the other blondes he's come across here.  struck             belatedly  by the possibility of her being within the royal family,  sora's             lower  lip is quickly sucked in  behind a top row of teeth.  "uh--"  even             while he'd rather not admit it, etiquette isn't his strongest suit. 

            jeez, just where on earth is he supposed to start now? manners alone             are one thing  -  presenting yourself before royalty is entirely different!             ( just  hold on  a minute,  you don't even  know if  she's one  of  ariel's             sisters!  freaking out now's just gonna make it worse... )  how does he             always  wind up in such  sticky situations?  even underwater,  there's             bound  to be  someone  leading him to confusing edges and the  like.             "you lookin' for the stage for rehearsal? think it's starting up in a             couple minutes. i can show you the way, if you want?" sheepishly             now, the wielder lowers his gaze and tries to gather himself. 

            "sorry if i've got you all wrong - you're related to ariel and all the             others... right?"  maybe it's just  because he hasn't seen the  dorsal             fin that counts as a dead giveaway, but who could know for sure? 

            not like it's gonna hurt anyone. 

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aurorasentinel replied to your post:Ruffles his hair--

"Not at all. Thanks for asking."

           {♔} —-  "then what was that for, huh?"

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       “Definitely! I guess practice really does make perfect, huh? What        other jokes do you have?”

            {♔} —-  "somethin'  like that,  yeah!  natural talent works too."              jeez,  talk  about  on  the  spot!  "hm...  shout  out  to  the  struggle              players who get three strikes?"

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Ruffles his hair--

            {♔} —-  "hey,  what’s the big idea?!” bristles a little… just not            before a reluctant smile. "d’you mind?" 

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       “Heh. I’m not gonna lie—that was pretty funny!”

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          {♔} —-  "ch'yeah,  as if i was gonna let all that practice for the             walrus joke go to waste! priceless, right?"

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           ❝ Hm… I see. ❞

A strange boy with strange friends, it seemed. Aigis’ wary disposition      did loosen up, though it didn’t hold back her curiosity. It would be rude      to pry this boy for further answers about where he came from, but it      did make her wonder. The boy’s expressions were sincere, though, she      observed. Any vital scans showed he was in fact human, so there was      no real need for caution. Though his wave off of her apology surprised      her a little, though not by much.

           ❝ I would not mind assisting you in search of your friends.                I, too, was searching for someone important to me long                ago. You mentioned they are on a trip, so that means they                are not from this area. I live here myself, so I can guide you.❞

            {♔} —-  locals  always wind up the  most convenient accidents.  if he              winds up running into someone that  doesn't mind showing him around,             navigating the area is worlds easier. literally. at least they've gotten past             (or so he thinks)  most suspicions and  there's nothing being pointed his             way  that needs to be  deflected.  if she's seeking out someone just  the             same,  they've got plenty  in common!  and that means  he has room  to              work with his current circumstances... however odd.

            "must be nice bein' from around here!" it's a pretty interesting place,             to  say the least,  but he's enjoying  the rush  of it so far.  out of harm's              way, he's brimming with enthusiasm for the new surroundings. grateful             to her more than he can express, sora nods, closing a fist in certainty.

            "alright! i'm sure if we work together we'll find all three of 'em in no             time! who's your friend?" 

[vvielding]

「 ♛ ¢яσωη 」;;

                    ❝⋯[ I messed up ] with one of my small                           studies, and fell from the path I um,                           was suppose to go down… ❞

[ he made a deal ] Sora made a deal with the man  who caused all the trouble and pain, just to prove a point to the others around him. Cursing the name of the past King, and those who forged war with the blade and blades of old. He felt bad about it, but there was no longer room to feel sorry for himself. Sora kept his eyes downcast as he gathered the frozen memories of his time. 

    Mickey. The king even himself was hiding things from them this whole time. He knew the masters of the past, and just what they went through. Sora at the time, had no idea just what was going on, who was exactly involved in his save all mission. And not to mention the teachings of Yen Sid, with his already creepy mien. Sora breathed out slowly, for there was no need to hide such an important fact from his other self. It was asinine to think that anything would be changed, not when three whole years hadn’t even bulged a single fact from out of the abyss of the worlds themselves.

                    ❝⋯I started researching the wielders of the past…❞

   & since then, Crown had fallen into the wave of utter truth. Just who were the people that came even before Xehanort and his fellow friends. Yet, right now, that wasn’t the most important fact. What the Sora before him needed to know, was that the keyblade in fact did bring destruction and malice. It was the blade of endings, and no matter who wielded it, the darn thing was only going to help end the world. Funny, that’s no way a child of light should be thinking. Yet, Sora never really beloved everything was suppose to be light in the first place. He wasn’t as naive as everything thought him to be.

— ‘Kingdom Hearts, isn’t light at all…it’s a super weapon…’

                    ❝⋯And found out, the doors are                          nothing but trouble. Xehanort                          is trying to open the Ultimate Door.❞

            {♔} —-  the past? wielders before them, right.  he's heard details in             regards to others  (a war, impossible bloodshed and other horrors he             would simply rather not imagine),  but only here and there.  of course,             thinking of people he's never met  doesn't hit home quite as much as             hearing 'i've fallen' from his own mouth. it's not like it could've meant             anything else - straightforward  as ever,  the concept materializes like             carnage itching near the back of his skull. in response, it aches... and             he, consequently enough, can feel it thrum tattoos with his heart.

            how  horrifying a thought  it is to  share your entire being with such  a             rabid creature.  one who so inevitably  enjoys the macabre coming to             mind. more or less nauseous  because of its reaction  from the inside,             sora swallows cold air to chill his throat and settle his stomach. even             now, he's unsuccessful in finding momentary peace. "right," he does             his best to follow along, not really wanting to hear about the mistakes             that have begun to accumulate but assuming it's a warning worth his             heeding. definitely not the time to be oblivious... not now. 

            "so... no deep research on anybody from before. got it." that can't             have been the only thing to edge him off, can it? 

            because  he  sure as hell  can name a few other reasons as to why  a             descent  of any kind doesn't seem impossible. from where he stands,             chaos  is breathing  through  familiar  mouths  and escaping it by  the              skin of his teeth isn't something new to the wielder. "there's another             one we've got to worry about? jeez, this guy's got a long agenda.             i mean, how many doors can there be?" 

            disbelief litters his features when they contort in reply, brows knitted             together as he strains for an explanation. "okay... then what... am i             s'posed to do in the mean time? go into it blind?"