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[derping]

Characters: Sora (in Vanitas' body), Master Xehanort (in Aqua's body), possibly others later?
Setting: Floor 32; Day 5 of the Bodyswap event.
Format: Action
Summary: A tangle of memories leads to an all-out fight.
Warnings: Violence of the KH variety, a mess of Bodyswap effects



[The forest was empty and quiet, save for the sounds of a violent coughing fit coming from somewhere in the shadows. The mask was set aside for the moment, Sora leaning over and letting his fingers dig into his arms while he waited for it to pass. He was still shaking a bit when it was over, and he could taste a bit of blood (gross) in his mouth afterwards. The coughing had been getting worse for days, and his vision had been a little bit blurry every now and then, too. But being sick was still the last thing he was worried about right now.

Maybe it was past time to admit that he was scared. Past time, because it was too late for that to matter.

Sora didn't truly understand how the darkness worked, even after all the days of living in this body. He didn't understand how easy it was to cope with his fears through resentment, and anger, and finally hate that threatened to take the place of all the emotions he only wished he could still feel. The longer this went on, the less and less his thought process worked the way he was so familiar with. Now even his memories were trying to tell him that he didn't belong, that who he was and what he believed simply didn't fit. His thoughts already sounded like someone else's, so why shouldn't he believe that they had been? Why should he believe that he had ever been like someone so worthless...

No way. He wasn't worthless - he was fine just the way he was, and he'd be fine again once they fixed this and there was only one way to do that, wasn't there--

There was a sound in the distance, something that definitely hadn't come from him. Was there somebody else there? He puts the mask back on and keeps to the shadows, even more on-edge than he had been as he takes a look around.]

Comments

[forgingoblivion]

[She's assuming that he'll give her the chance to finish.

He dodges to the left, leaping in her direction and releasing a scattered mess of dark speaks from his Keyblade. The masked boy lands well within range, especially of a magic user like Aqua.

You'd think he would know better than to not keep moving, after last time.]

[inaquate]

[She presses forward, the familiar lavendar blocks of her shield rising in place, deflecting the sparks and shattering outward. Something faster that hits hard in the whole area... she cartwheels back, pulling the magic to her so that when she lands she thrusts her blade forward, sparking the tip and filling the area with the inferno of a Megaflare.]

[forgingoblivion]

[He wasn't ready for that. Normally, he's the type to keep moving no matter how hard he's been hit, but he has his limits. That spell is enough to send him flying backwards, letting out a cry of pain that he silences as soon as possible.

It takes a few seconds for him to recover, but he's on the move again when he does. He stops only to cast a spell of his own, sending a ball of dark fire hurling towards it's intended. The flame splits into three halfway there, speeding up and rushing straight for Aqua.]

[inaquate]

[She lunges forward to close the gap, cartwheeling to attempt to dodge the flame... the heat is brutal and she gasps, but keeps on anyway, calling another spell forward, something else that will buffet the area...

Landing on her feet she grips her keyblade tightly again, calling down thunder... a spell both familiar and yet not. No matter, she had to keep moving, that much was certain. He wouldn't stop regardless of what she threw at him, she had to stay as much defensive as offensive.]