A gift and a curse

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

Characters: reverse_destiny and you
Setting: Floor Eleven, once more
Format: Whichever!
Summary: Sora's been given a Keyblade by Aqua. But now, that light is wearing him down--and he's panicking about what this means.
Warnings: None as of yet

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Sora's shaking, staring at the cold, metallic weapon in his hand. It's foreign, not at all what he's used to. In fact, instead of the wing-shaped blade that he's used to, he holds in his hand a giant key. And no matter how hard he tries, no matter what he does, it's all he can call. And that just won't do. Ansem would kill him. Keyblades are of the light, and light is bad and wrong and it's everything that's hurt him in the past.

Unable to hold in the emotions anymore, Sora throws the Keyblade, it spinning out over the water before vanishing in a flash. It merely appears in his hand again. Finally, after giving a loud, emotional scream that leaves his throat raw, he falls to his knees, shaking. The key rests on the ground beside him where it had fallen. And not too far away, two creatures watch him.

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[triforcewielder.livejournal.com]

Exploration was Link's best friend and although he wasn't exactly very prone to moving about too much now-a-days, he had been making his way through the floors in search of anyone or anything. The shocks had eased, he had learned to keep his hands out of other people's chest's and not steal any belongings. It was hard but he had no choice. He was contemplating on the subject when he heard that loud cry. It was filled of pain, a lament. He hurried off towards the floor.

What he was expecting was unclear, there could have been so many things that could make such a wretched sound. When Link reached the landing, he hadn't expected a guy there on his knees. No enemy could ever sound so pained as this individual had, Link moved forward cautiously, a hand moving towards the others shoulders.

"A-Ah..."

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

Even the sound of footsteps has Sora reacting. He's suddenly up, Keyblade in hand, standing defensively. It's an automatic reflex, and the fright is shown in his eyes. He quietly stands there then, shaking visibly.

"Wh-Who are you?!"

[triforcewielder.livejournal.com]

He hadn't expected a reaction like that from this boy, but he wasn't concerned. The tower drove people mad, after all. Who was he to judge anyone, he'd be cautious too if he wasn't so courageous. He took a step forward and gave the guy a weak smile.

"I'm Link."

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

Sora slowly calms down. This guy isn't going to hurt him, isn't going to attack him. He's being nice. So, carefully, still cautious, he lowers the blade somewhat.

"...Sora."

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

Screams, in Ienzo's limited experience, never meant anything good. And considering it was coming from the pool, well...

He showed up in the doorway to find a very unusual scene. There was a boy crumpled up against the edge of the water, and lying next to him was a weapo--no, a Keyblade. There were Keyblade bearers here? ...Well, of course there was. Ventus. But to find more than one, well, the chances were slim to none. The Keyblade bearer was alone in the room, meaning he had to be the one that had screamed.

Maybe it's because the Keyblade was affecting his judgement somewhat, but instead of lurking in the doorway as he usually would have, Ienzo actually moved into the room and approached the boy... though it still took him a moment to figure out what to say. What, after all, were you supposed to do when a Keyblade bearer was crumpled in front of a pool?

"...Excuse me," he said quietly. "What's the problem?"

Well, make their lives easier, of course. Keyblade bearers were very important people.

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

"I don't want it!"

It's a shout. Not directly at Ienzo, but because the boy is upset. He doesn't want this Keyblade, this weapon of light. And all that happens when he tries to get rid of it is it coming right back. He's angry, upset, afraid. And the two Heartless only quietly watch, attentive, as if observing.

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

Alright, Sora, you got him there. Ienzo jumped slightly when he received a much louder than expected response, but after taking a moment to compose himself, Ienzo managed to figure out what the boy might be talking about. Not that he understood why, but, well. "...The Keyblade?"

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

"Yeah."

...How does this kid know about it? He'll be staring at you now, Ienzo, because not many people here seem to know what it is or what Heartless are or anything.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

Naminé was just coming up the stairs from the floor below when she heard the scream. Instantly, she froze. Not only was that sound an awful thing to hear just because of the feeling in it, it sent chills down her spine. She could have sworn that voice was familiar-- no, no, she couldn't just jump to that conclusion. As her eyes sought the source, however, she discovered that she was correct. "Sora...!"

The next moment she was rushing and nearly stumbling up the remainder of the stairs between her and the floor above, and the moment after that she was hurriedly making her way across the floor toward the boy on the ground.

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

Naminé. Warmth, light, but not the bad kind. She's safe. Safety. And she's here right now. He slowly stands, shakily, as she approaches. He tries to ignore the key at his feet. But he's shaking. He's afraid, and feels he has every right to be.

"H-Hey..."

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

She came to a stop fairly close by, not quite close enough to touch him but close enough to see that he was shaking. As she approached she'd already caught sight of the Keyblade, although why he'd chosen to abandon it on the ground was not apparent to her. She hadn't even realized he could do that; it hadn't even crossed her mind to wonder whether or not it was possible for him, being a... very different Sora from the one she knew. Apparently, she had her answer before her question.

Now that she'd reached him, her attention was very decidedly on him. Feeling as though she should return his greeting despite the urgent desire do find out what so upset him, she said, "Hello, Sora." Her concern was quite well conveyed even in that. "What's wrong? You're shaking...!"

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

"...I don't want that disgusting thing."

As if Naminé needed more proof he happened to be completely different, that he wasn't the Sora she knew, the expression on his face should say everything. It's twisted somewhere between rage and disgust, and the tone of his voice reflects this perfectly.

[queenofbass.livejournal.com]

The scream almost made Marceline jump, but only almost; even when there had been peace as far as recent memory the sound of screaming didn't fade from the mind so easily. No, this wasn't the scream of someone on the way out, it was anguish, and something about the sound made her want to check on whoever it was. She rounded the corner to see a boy, and floated down to level with him.

"Hey, kid, you gonna be okay?" she asked, arms crossed over her chest.

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

"D-Don't know..." he mutters shakily, trying to keep himself from just lashing out at anything and everything. He's afraid, really. Like the little boy who'd been told smoking is bad all his life and then was handed a cigarette and made to smoke.

[queenofbass.livejournal.com]

She moved just a bit closer, trying to be cool about this. Inside, she was worrying, she didn't deal well with emotional situations, she would rather keep them down and hidden, and while the boy seemed to be trying to do that it was still fairly apparent that something was wrong.

"What's the matter?" she asked, concern edging her voice.

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

If she's bad with emotional situations, he might just be worse. He'd lived most of his life shutting them in, only letting pride and a strange kind of glee show through. But now everything's overflowing.

"...Someone gave me something I can't get rid of."

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

Navigating his way down the stairs partly by sight and partly by feel, Ψiioniic is startled when he hears the raw screaming. It reminds him too much of the Vast Expletive Signless uttered when they tortured him to death, full of hopelessness and despair.

He's not sure what he can possibly do to help someone in that much distress, but he feels like he has to try. It might well be one of the other experiment victims. He shuffles forward into the room, wary of the edge of the pool, which at least doesn't move on him. He's pretty sure the figure he can see on his knees at the edge is probably the source of the scream - assuming he's looking at the present right now.

Hopefully the sight of a white-coated figure shuffling towards him doesn't upset the person even more. "Hey, are you okay?"

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

White coats are okay. It's the... The horns and skin that have him shaken out of his anguish for a moment. Okay, he knows there are other creatures out there, but he's never seen one like this.

"...N-Not really."

[2nd-dii2ciiple.livejournal.com]

((Oops sorry should have been more clear... he's not wearing a white coat, he's literally coated in a white film from head to toe, like he's in a plastic bag or something but skin-tight, and he's had his horns cut off. He was one of the experimentees. Also, I just realized we are roommates, lol. But Ψ and Signless have opposite sleep schedules to the humans, so they may not have seen each other before this. Or something.))


Well, the child doesn't appear to be bleeding out or anything immediately life-threatening, so presumably it was emotional anguish that made him scream that way. Still... "Ith there anything I can do to help?"

THIS ISN'T LATE AT ALL

[f0rceless.livejournal.com]

The scream was easy to hear from a floor away; his first instinct instead of running away though, was to go towards it. So Ven darted up from the floor below and towards the source of the screaming.

He blinked, and saw the Keyblade on the ground next to the guy collapsed on the ground. Another Keyblade bearer around here? Damn that was...uncanny. "Are you OK?"

His brow was knit in concern, and he carefully walked closer, slowly picked the Keyblade up off the ground, looking at it, and looking at the brunette. "Is this the problem? It's OK, it won't hurt you.."

NOPE.

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

"I don't want it."

Well. The suggestion that it won't hurt him is actually quite the offensive one, to Sora. No. No, it won't hurt him. But the mere fact he has it is enough. He's of the darkness--he's not supposed to wield that. It, for all intents and purposes, is a death sentence.

I'M ON TIME LIKE THE WHITE RABBIT

[f0rceless.livejournal.com]

Ven was taken aback a bit by the guy's response, and his brow knit in confusion. "Don't want it? Why not?" He glanced again at the Keyblade and frowned, as if scrutinizing it for some problem.

"Don't you know the stories about Keyblade Wielders? They hold great power and protect the balance of the World!" He offered a small smile and carefully held the grip back out to the brunette. "You should be proud to hold that power."

[knightofangst.livejournal.com]

Despite living in the same room Sora and Suzaku had not spoken that much. There wasn't much to say but sometimes Suzaku worried about their roomate. Walking through the floor with no walls, trying not to remember the stupidity that had led to his death and almost led to Links Suzaku was just in time to witness Sora falling to his knees.

He walked over and looked down at him but made no move to touch him, "Is everything alright?"

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

Not like Sora really cared who his roommates were. There's not much reason to. Still, perhaps some part of him likes that one of the people he lives with cares.

"...No."

[knightofangst.livejournal.com]

Suzaku crouched down but still made no mood to touch his roomate. "What happened?" His voice was kind but with a touch of authority, the same way he would talk to a frightened citizen if he was trying to get information about a terrorist attack.