towerofanimus | A gift and a curse

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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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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?"

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."

((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?"

"Not unless you can turn back time or make something disappear."

Since it can't be lost through any known means, he's stuck with it. And despite how odd the person is, he... Doesn't seem too bad.

"No, thorry... time isn't really my thing," Ψiioniic apologized. "I can thee the future, but that's about it, and even that'th not working very well right now. You need Aradia for actual time shenaniganth. What do you want to disappear?"

...Wait. He knows someone who could actually make it disappear. Sora quietly summons the Keyblade, showing off the silver and gold weapon. He doesn't want it, and this is his only response.

Coming a little closer, Ψiioniic studied the blade curiously. He couldn't see anything immediately wrong with it. "Why do you want to get rid of it?" he asked curiously. "Having a weapon that can't be taken away from you ith really powerful!"

Normally that was the state he was in... nobody could take his 'weapons' away from him, or so he'd believed. But now the tower had fucked with his powers and he couldn't defend himself at all, so he was more than a little envious of someone who could.

"I had one already, one I'd been trained in since I was little."

So that itself wasn't a problem. It's more that it's this weapon that he holds now. He'd been taught all his life that it's not a good thing for those of the darkness. So, then... He'll just shrug.

"Why doeth it bother you, then?" Ψiioniic wondered, approaching a little closer to crouch and get a good look at it. It seemed like a nice enough weapon to him. He'd never heard of anyone wielding a KEY before, but he'd heard of stranger things and he could certainly see where it would be able to do significant damage as a bashing weapon. Just an odd sort of club, really. Hell, if you sharpened the edge of the key it would be a sort of axe.

A gift and a curse

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...Then assume that's why he's staring because I am a huge derp.

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Derp. Sorry for taking so long.

No worries! I tend to be slow, too