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towerofanimus2012-09-17 01:28 am
capax_infiniti) wrote in towerofanimus2012-09-17 01:28 am
now to write my name down next to yours
Characters: Master Xehanort (as Aqua), and whoever decides to join him
Setting: Roaming the tower hallways most likely, but can be met on specific floors if you prefer
Format: Whichever way you would prefer
Summary: Bodyswap summary post. Xehanort had to tend to something... important, and is now roaming in search of others and answers. And trying to get used to this whole "constant light" business...
Warnings: Tags will be coming frominaquate. Also Xehanort.
Note: Please specify what day you are tagging into from now on so I know what level of symptoms to show!
[It had been a mad rush, once he'd realized... and at least things could be halted roughly before they had progressed to a dangerous state. With her and him now safely secure where they wouldn't be likely to be disturbed, he began to make his way back down the twisting stairs of the tower.
His head wasn't in the game, not properly. It was difficult to focus when everything was wrong. This body used physics that were almost unfamiliar... the shape of hips, breasts, even the musculature was different. She was shorter and more lithe, but more difficult was the degree of light within. That was the most distracting... rather than the constant feeling of the darkness he kept beneath his skin. Which was the true name of the game, wasn't it? This wasn't him, it wasn't his heart.
He stopped mid-stride, concentrating again. Master Keeper appeared in his grasp rather than the familiar curves and hooks of his own blade. He'd known that, but had been too focused on his earlier task to pay it that much mind. Now he held the blade up as thought testing the heft, before dismissing it.
This was wrong. Everything about it was wrong. He'd planned a possesion before, but that would have been his heart in another vessel, and his body wouldn't have been left as a receptacle.
There was nothing left to do but to see what information could be found. He began to continue on resolutely, although he was more relying on his mental maps to keep going as he focused more on the unusual movements, trying to keep everything together. He must look ungainly, indeed...]
Setting: Roaming the tower hallways most likely, but can be met on specific floors if you prefer
Format: Whichever way you would prefer
Summary: Bodyswap summary post. Xehanort had to tend to something... important, and is now roaming in search of others and answers. And trying to get used to this whole "constant light" business...
Warnings: Tags will be coming from
inaquate. Also Xehanort.Note: Please specify what day you are tagging into from now on so I know what level of symptoms to show!
[It had been a mad rush, once he'd realized... and at least things could be halted roughly before they had progressed to a dangerous state. With her and him now safely secure where they wouldn't be likely to be disturbed, he began to make his way back down the twisting stairs of the tower.
His head wasn't in the game, not properly. It was difficult to focus when everything was wrong. This body used physics that were almost unfamiliar... the shape of hips, breasts, even the musculature was different. She was shorter and more lithe, but more difficult was the degree of light within. That was the most distracting... rather than the constant feeling of the darkness he kept beneath his skin. Which was the true name of the game, wasn't it? This wasn't him, it wasn't his heart.
He stopped mid-stride, concentrating again. Master Keeper appeared in his grasp rather than the familiar curves and hooks of his own blade. He'd known that, but had been too focused on his earlier task to pay it that much mind. Now he held the blade up as thought testing the heft, before dismissing it.
This was wrong. Everything about it was wrong. He'd planned a possesion before, but that would have been his heart in another vessel, and his body wouldn't have been left as a receptacle.
There was nothing left to do but to see what information could be found. He began to continue on resolutely, although he was more relying on his mental maps to keep going as he focused more on the unusual movements, trying to keep everything together. He must look ungainly, indeed...]
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[He crosses his arms. At least this... "Aqua," whoever she really is, caught on fast. By this point, he's gotten rather tired of mistaken identities.]
I'm Riku. The younger one with the Keyblade.
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[Is that an almost sympathetic expression? No, it couldn't be...]
That must have been quite a change for you...
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[He cringes.]
All this darkness and not one bit of light... It's just not natural.
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You are coping admirably.
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[After all, he's still trying to grapple with this new form. His new abilities and limits.]
To be honest, it feels like I've been hit in the head with a pile of bricks.
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[Papa, shhhh.]