towerofanimus | DREAM A LITTLE DREAM WITH ME

Characters: all the characters involved in the Dream Event
Setting: various dreams, various locations
Format: any
Summary: Xehanort draws a large amount of the tower into worlds constructed from their dreams in an attempt to learn about everyone en masse
Warnings: ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING

[Tendrils of magic wound their way around, lines of energy flickered into existence, forming a large shape on the ground around where Xehanort sat with his back straight and legs tucked neatly beneath him. Perfect. It was a bigger scale than the one he'd done but a month before, already he could feel the flickers of connection, the shape getting brighter and more defined.

More participants. More mental drag. There was little to worry about. With Xigbar on guard duty, his sleeping body would be quite safe. No, it was time to dream... and see just who would follow.

Darkness shrouded his hand, keyblade flaring into life, and he gripped the handle in both hands, aiming it at the ground, at the keyhole defined by criss-crossing darkness responding, resonating...

drowsiness laced through him, the blade in his hands sagging downward until the tip touched the ground, his posture slacking, head and shoulders slumping slightly

in slumber, the dreams of others awaited

the Master was asleep.]

OOC NOTE BECAUSE I CAN'T EDIT THE POST IT'S ON ANYMORE AND NOT REDOING ALL OF THAT: Dreamers should post to their REAL WORLD thread explaining where their character is, if they made it to a bed or if they're on the floor somewhere or wherever.

If you have questions for me, put them in your base character thread!

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[The sands, the winds, the waves... they all are the same as they had been back them, as they should be back home, as he has always known them and carries them in his heart. It's comforting, has always been, and yet it doesn't help the aching knot of guilt, because this he should have protected. Instead he had done pretty much the exact opposite.

He is the reason the islands fell to the darkness; him and not Xehanort, Ansem or the Organization.

He is the one that decided to walk the path of Darkness, to accept the powers Maleficent had offered to him.

He is the one, who ultimately proved his own weakness, unworthiness, beyond any and all doubt when he opened himself up to any and all darkness, blinded by pride and arrogance and disbelieve.

Someone such as him... could he really ever have been worthy of the Keyblade in first place?

It's only thanks to Sora's joyful shout that finally breaks away from those musings, following the script of the memory as he follows after Sora, eyes drifting away to where Terra is sitting in the sand. He takes a step closer once he is down at the beach, arms by his side.

Now that there's the chance... there is one question he really needs to ask. That he needs a true and honest answer to.]

...Why me?

[His back is turned, but he sensed that warm, bright light closing in even as he saw Sora race by out of the corner of his eye.

The question told him enough; he wasn't the only one reliving this.] I guess... it's because we're a lot alike. We both want the same thing, and for the same reasons.

['Protect the things that matter.' How strange, that while he had been awake he could never recall the exact wording.

At least one good thing is coming out of this sudden nap. He's turning slightly to actually look over his shoulder at Riku, and wouldn't you know it, there's a small grin on his face. But it's slightly tinged with sadness.] But I guess we're too much alike.

[He'd ask what happened, but he kind of... already knows.]

[His hands clench to fists as his eyes drifts away, and he thinks back to what Aqua told him that happened... how Terra had lost himself to the darkness... how he had become a vessel to Xehanort.

Just like Riku had, years later.

Too much alike indeed.]

So I've heard...

[It's really, really terribly ironic.

He stares out towards the sunset, thinking... it is strange, really. Back that night... when he had (destroyed) left the Islands, all he had wanted was to get away. The Islands... the sands and the sea and even the sky... it all had seemed like a prison. Like the world was just way too small.

It had been different at the time of this memory though... the Islands hadn't been a prison, they were - are - home. Sora's and his and later also Kairi's. Just like them... it's something that matters.

It takes a moment until he speaks up again.]

The reason why I wanted to leave in first place... I forgot it... and that's why I failed, I think.

[Failed to call on the Keyblade. Failed to become the person that maybe Terra had hoped him to become.]

I remember again, but... sometimes I wonder if it makes any difference. I wanna protect them, but...

[All he really does, is hurting them... just recently Kairi... he still thinks it couldn't be helped, but... It still shouldn't be like that. He should be able to protect them without exposing them to the darker sides of himself and the worlds.]

... you're not sure if you're making the right decisions, right? [Light, he knows what that is like all too well.]

[He glances away, looking back at the idyllic sunset. His expression is hard to read; trying to find the words that would have the most impact while still conveying that he understands--that he knows where Riku is coming from-- is difficult.] It's hard to trust yourself, when you've veered away from the light. What's worse is... you're not sure if you deserve to be protecting them. What if you mess up again, only worse? What if you hurt them?

[For a minute, only the sound of the waves can be heard. But that minute, for Terra, almost feels like an eternity.] You shouldn't doubt yourself. The fact that you do worry about hurting them means you're on the right track again. You might've stumbled, but you remembered why you wanted to be strong to begin with. As long as you don't forget that, you'll find your way back.

[... ... something to keep in mind for himself.]

Yeah... that too.

[Terra got it exactly right, it's really almost scary (or it would be, if Riku didn't know for a fact just what kind of overlaps their histories showed apart of this memory).

Riku shakes as he listens; it's a relieve to talk about this with someone who understands, even better than Naminé does, and yet it also hurts because he wants to believe him, he yearns to, but-]

But I know I'm hurting them!

[He has to be; every time he pulls away, or in more specific cases like in the cathedral with Kairi, like when he had hinted on his regrets at that meeting...

The worst thing is, he knows it won't stop - how can it, when it may be the best way if the bigger picture is considered, but still... that doesn't make any of it right, does it?

Really... how can he not be doubting himself!?]

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM WITH ME

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