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towerofanimus2012-07-13 06:25 pm
earthshards) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-13 06:25 pm
Entry tags:
Third Fragment | Open to All
Characters: AU Terra and whoever crosses his path
Setting: Multiple! [Floor 1] the Kitchen, [Floor 3] the Library, [Floor 14] the Media Room, [Floor 6] - Night time, the Forest
Summary: [1] Just preparing lunch, now that there's actually food to do it with. And much to the surprise of, strangely enough, himself, he actually knows what he's doing. It's like riding a bike; you never really forget.
[2] Terra's looking for something interesting to read, and actually finds more than he bargained for.
[3] No chance getting bored in here, that's for sure! Might as well see what's available.
[4] Rusty. He's too rusty, even after a year or more in the Realm of Darkness. Time to get some practice in.
Format: I'll start in [Action], but I'm willing to follow your lead.
Warnings: Um... Not sure. Keyderp stuff, likely. If Xehanort or Xigbar show up, they're their own warnings.
[1]
[Anyone stopping by the cafeteria will be quick to note the sounds and smells of someone at work in the kitchen. Anyone curious enough to take a peak will find a tall, dark-haired man wearing a black hooded coat at work, a knife in hand as he continues to prepare ingredients and an oddly relaxed look on his face.
It actually looks like he knows what he's doing, and he seems to be 'in the zone', as it were, though it won't take much to draw him out of it if you want to know what he's making.]
[Terra has stopped by this library before a few times since his re-arrival, and today was no different. As strange as it might be to those who knew him, he was finding himself enjoying the quiet of the place. With his lack of knowledge about a vast number of the topics that are written about, he's happy to spend a few hours reading one of the many volumes.
It's a carry-over from his 'Apprentice' days, but not a terrible one. He vaguely remembers someone always telling him he should crack open a book more.
As he's searching the shelves, he comes across something... odd. A set of bound papers without a proper cover. Curiosity getting the better of him, he pulls the set of what appear to be research notes off the shelf, settles in at one of the many tables, and begins to read...]
[It was good to know that if he ever became bored with the library, this floor offered a good alternative. It still isn't quite what Terra has been searching for these past few days, but maybe watching one of those movies or listening to music would be a good way to unwind after training.
Once he finds a good place to do that. For now, he'll be looking at each of the game consoles, seeing what's available for them.]
[4]
[Night is falling, and the more dangerous forms of wildlife on the forest floor are starting to become more active. If anyone should enter the forest, they can follow the sounds of crackling and an odd whirring to a tall man in a black coat in the midst of fighting. In one hand is a very peculiar-looking sword, and in the other? A beam of solid red light that looks like the blade of a light-saber, but lacking in any sort of visible hilt.
He's surprisingly fast, all things considered, and looks like he's handling himself well enough. But the night is just starting, and things will only get worse from here. Does he really want to be out in the tower this late?]
Setting: Multiple! [Floor 1] the Kitchen, [Floor 3] the Library, [Floor 14] the Media Room, [Floor 6] - Night time, the Forest
Summary: [1] Just preparing lunch, now that there's actually food to do it with. And much to the surprise of, strangely enough, himself, he actually knows what he's doing. It's like riding a bike; you never really forget.
[2] Terra's looking for something interesting to read, and actually finds more than he bargained for.
[3] No chance getting bored in here, that's for sure! Might as well see what's available.
[4] Rusty. He's too rusty, even after a year or more in the Realm of Darkness. Time to get some practice in.
Format: I'll start in [Action], but I'm willing to follow your lead.
Warnings: Um... Not sure. Keyderp stuff, likely. If Xehanort or Xigbar show up, they're their own warnings.
[1]
[Anyone stopping by the cafeteria will be quick to note the sounds and smells of someone at work in the kitchen. Anyone curious enough to take a peak will find a tall, dark-haired man wearing a black hooded coat at work, a knife in hand as he continues to prepare ingredients and an oddly relaxed look on his face.
It actually looks like he knows what he's doing, and he seems to be 'in the zone', as it were, though it won't take much to draw him out of it if you want to know what he's making.]
[2]
[Terra has stopped by this library before a few times since his re-arrival, and today was no different. As strange as it might be to those who knew him, he was finding himself enjoying the quiet of the place. With his lack of knowledge about a vast number of the topics that are written about, he's happy to spend a few hours reading one of the many volumes.
It's a carry-over from his 'Apprentice' days, but not a terrible one. He vaguely remembers someone always telling him he should crack open a book more.
As he's searching the shelves, he comes across something... odd. A set of bound papers without a proper cover. Curiosity getting the better of him, he pulls the set of what appear to be research notes off the shelf, settles in at one of the many tables, and begins to read...]
[3]
[It was good to know that if he ever became bored with the library, this floor offered a good alternative. It still isn't quite what Terra has been searching for these past few days, but maybe watching one of those movies or listening to music would be a good way to unwind after training.
Once he finds a good place to do that. For now, he'll be looking at each of the game consoles, seeing what's available for them.]
[4]
[Night is falling, and the more dangerous forms of wildlife on the forest floor are starting to become more active. If anyone should enter the forest, they can follow the sounds of crackling and an odd whirring to a tall man in a black coat in the midst of fighting. In one hand is a very peculiar-looking sword, and in the other? A beam of solid red light that looks like the blade of a light-saber, but lacking in any sort of visible hilt.
He's surprisingly fast, all things considered, and looks like he's handling himself well enough. But the night is just starting, and things will only get worse from here. Does he really want to be out in the tower this late?]
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He puts the large chunks of potato-- and it's orange, must be sweet potato-- into a pot with water that's waiting on the nearby stove, and moves to another shelf with a bunch of jarred, whole spices on it, then returns to his workspace with a couple of those and a mortar and pestle balanced on top.] That's one way of putting it, I guess. Though, Xehanort didn't 'get' to me in the sense you're probably thinking of.
[He scowls as he puts the jars down on the counter, trying to find the right wording for it. Finally, he recalls what Xehanort had called it all those years ago.] We were... having a property dispute. He decided that my body was prime real estate to see the end of the Keyblade War in; I disagreed with him, and so did Aqua.
She managed to weaken his hold enough that I could regain control for a few seconds; not a lot of time to do much more than seal us both away. But he still found a way to cause more trouble.
[As much as his memory is a train wreck, those events were some of the first he was able to recall with any kind of clarity. And as horrible as he knows this is going to sound, he mutters something under his breath.] It would've been better for the worlds if she hadn't saved me.
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[He practically jump in anger as he stood up from his leaning position. He definitely did not like the wording of that. And the Keyblade War? No way, no way, not that again...!
For as angry as he was at his old Master (and the reminder was certainly helpful), that didn't stop his grief from Terra's words from overpowering it.]
Don't say that! [He couldn't catch all of what was said, but he certainly caught the gist of it, and shook his head.] You're my best friend! You can't blame yourself for what Master Xehanort did!
Icon is the 'Terra, stop being depressing' icon.
Well. Stopping his work again. The anger is welling up, and the guilt.] Ven, I couldn't stop him. He tried to take over my body, and I couldn't--
[A deep breath.] I couldn't stop him in time. I only delayed him. The countless worlds that were lost, victims of the Heartless; the Heartless that were created when the residents of those worlds lost their hearts-- it went on for eight years without anyone noticing until it was almost too late to stop it! If Aqua had just let my body fall, none of that would've happened.
[He's more than certain of that. He doesn't know what Xehanort could've done while trapped in the Realm of Darkness, where Terra himself would've had far less of a chance of influencing the blank slate he'd become, but he knows what did happen well enough.]
TERRA PLEASE >8[
I don't care--! [He finally says after some time of deliberation. He didn't know if that was entirely true; he'd been to so many worlds, and as a Keybearer it was his job to safeguard the universe, so yes he did care, but...] That's not your fault, so-- why should you be punished for it? It was Master Xehanort's fault for hurting people and doing what he did. That's all.