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towerofanimus2013-10-05 03:37 am
earthshards) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-05 03:37 am
Entry tags:
Eleventh Fragment - Open
Characters: AU6!Terra and ANYONE
Setting: Room 3-04, Cafeteria, Library (Floor 3), Workshop (Floor 15)- Backdated to October 1st
Format: I prefer [Action], but I'll follow your lead.
Summary: A new month, a new menu, new clothes, but same old Terra.
Warnings: Any warnings that come with being a Keyderp apply - sudden mood whiplash, derp, possible explosions, exercises in control, ect.
[With the start of October comes the ever-dreaded Ruana month. It's enough of a mood killer that Terra can't help the knot of dread forming in the pit of his stomach as he gets out of bed and moves to his trunk to get dressed.
'Wonder what she has in store for us this month?' Waking up in his bed clothes instead of a costume had, at least, been something of a good sign. Whatever Ruana was going to plan, she wasn't starting right away. That gave them time to prepare.
His thoughts are derailed when he sees garments in his chest that, aside from on his younger double at least a year ago, he hasn't seen in a little over a decade.
The shirt, the sleeve that served as a barrier between his bare arm and his armor, his hakama, his golden Mark... it was all here.
He pulls out the garments with the full intent of putting them on, only to catch something white under the hakama. He blinks, then goes pale.]
It can't be...
[As appetizing as the smells from the cafeteria are this month, Terra can't help but grimace.
Pumpkins. Pumpkin everything. Again.] I was sick of pumpkin last year...
[... still better than the nutrition bars, at least...]
'The Tarot'
Since when did the warrior Keyblade Master have an interest in the esoteric art of fortune-telling?]
[There is a look of intense concentration as the Keyblade Master works on the project in front of him. Blue and green glass shards of varying sizes are laid out into the rough shape of petals - or possibly the points of a star, given the arrangement. There are silver metal emblems located in the center, and broken bits of metal framework carefully arranged around the 'petals'.
Two of the petals on the green star are whole - or as close to whole as Terra has managed, the glass shards carefully heated and melted back together. There is blue and white-hot fire at his fingertips, a kind of magical, make-shift torch.
Controlling the flow of his magic so that it came out in such a precise amount, as well as manipulating the Fire spell to get this effect was taxing. It's easier now than when he'd started, though not by much.
He works slowly, but steadily, his attention only on the flames and the shards of glass. He knew going in that this would be tedious, time-consuming, and likely to not succeed fully. But... he has to keep going.]
Setting: Room 3-04, Cafeteria, Library (Floor 3), Workshop (Floor 15)- Backdated to October 1st
Format: I prefer [Action], but I'll follow your lead.
Summary: A new month, a new menu, new clothes, but same old Terra.
Warnings: Any warnings that come with being a Keyderp apply - sudden mood whiplash, derp, possible explosions, exercises in control, ect.
[Room 3-04]
[With the start of October comes the ever-dreaded Ruana month. It's enough of a mood killer that Terra can't help the knot of dread forming in the pit of his stomach as he gets out of bed and moves to his trunk to get dressed.
'Wonder what she has in store for us this month?' Waking up in his bed clothes instead of a costume had, at least, been something of a good sign. Whatever Ruana was going to plan, she wasn't starting right away. That gave them time to prepare.
His thoughts are derailed when he sees garments in his chest that, aside from on his younger double at least a year ago, he hasn't seen in a little over a decade.
The shirt, the sleeve that served as a barrier between his bare arm and his armor, his hakama, his golden Mark... it was all here.
He pulls out the garments with the full intent of putting them on, only to catch something white under the hakama. He blinks, then goes pale.]
It can't be...
[Cafeteria]
[As appetizing as the smells from the cafeteria are this month, Terra can't help but grimace.
Pumpkins. Pumpkin everything. Again.] I was sick of pumpkin last year...
[... still better than the nutrition bars, at least...]
[Library]
[Terra is occupying one of the many tables, reading in relative peace and quiet.here are a few books spread out in front of him - most are shut and set aside, as if he plans to get to them later. The one that he is currently leafing through is... a rather unusual subject, especially for him.'The Tarot'
Since when did the warrior Keyblade Master have an interest in the esoteric art of fortune-telling?]
[Floor 15 - Workroom]
[There is a look of intense concentration as the Keyblade Master works on the project in front of him. Blue and green glass shards of varying sizes are laid out into the rough shape of petals - or possibly the points of a star, given the arrangement. There are silver metal emblems located in the center, and broken bits of metal framework carefully arranged around the 'petals'.
Two of the petals on the green star are whole - or as close to whole as Terra has managed, the glass shards carefully heated and melted back together. There is blue and white-hot fire at his fingertips, a kind of magical, make-shift torch.
Controlling the flow of his magic so that it came out in such a precise amount, as well as manipulating the Fire spell to get this effect was taxing. It's easier now than when he'd started, though not by much.
He works slowly, but steadily, his attention only on the flames and the shards of glass. He knew going in that this would be tedious, time-consuming, and likely to not succeed fully. But... he has to keep going.]
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He looks back at the mess of glass shards in front of him as he tries to figure out just how to reply to that. The blue and green glass sparkles back with the light being reflected in the sharp angles, almost mocking him with the hints of what had happened to his universe's versions of Aqua and Ven.
... He could start with what he knows from his universe, and work his way out into events in the tower. Without looking back up, he starts speaking again.] He was... discovered, sleeping in a room called the Chamber of Awakening. The one that found him then set about trying to find a way to wake him.
[He feels a lump forming in his throat, but continued on.] He determined that he would need to find his other friend - the girl with the sad smile, whose armor rested in a room of his design, that he called the Chamber of Repose. Maybe then, he could remember more than their names, faces, and a few vague memories that told him they were his friends.
[And this is where he looks up, and the guilt in his eyes is more tangible.] I didn't arrive here with the other wayfinders; only mine. The Tower admins... sent them to me like this.
[And in the guilt, there's a spark of anger.]
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...I was the one who put Ven there. With the Master's Key, I...locked him away, and our home. To keep him safe, until we could get to him, and- [she swallows thickly] -and wake him up.
[she reaches into her skirts then, and pulls out her own wayfinder. a bit battered on the metal, but the glass still shines brightly. she stares at it in her hands, frowning against the continued warning signs of tears.]
Through all that...you still have it?
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[He feels like such an idiot. Even as Xemnas, Castle Oblivion had felt familiar in a way the Nobody couldn't place - like an ache that he knew would be a storm of emotion if he'd had a Heart back then.
Castle Oblivion... had been home. Light, no wonder he'd been able to find Ven the second Xemnas let himself get lost in the depths of the castle.
The shocked expression fades, and his expression remains blank for a second or two before the hints of a smile begin to appear and the expression softens. Without a word, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his own wayfinder - the nicks and scuffs it once held are gone, and the glass gleams just as brilliantly in the light as hers.] I never lost it.
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I guess my spell worked, then.
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[He gets something of a far-off look in his eyes as he looks at his wayfinder, as if he's getting lost in memory.] You don't need a spell, to create a bond like the one the three of us shared. The wayfinders just... let us tap into that a bit better.
[And it was a tangible reminder of that bond, for him. Something a memory-less shell could cling to when he couldn't remember why it was important or what it represented, but knew in his heart that it was.]
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Fine, don't let me be sentimental.
[hey y'know she's kind of shaken so she's actually going to lean back and despite sitting opposite directions they're now shoulder-to-shoulder deal with it]
...Did you find those like that?
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But, unfortunately, he sobers up again far too quickly. A sigh, and he looks back at the shattered wayfinders, not sure if he'll ever be able to finish the repairs, or even if they can be properly repaired at all.] Yeah... the tower sent them to me completely shattered.
[And that had just been the start of the Really Bad Week.]
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