Compassion

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

[Eraqus hasn't had the easiest time adjusting to the dressing room. First there was the attack by those Heartless, then there was the incident of walking in on Ven suffering from a bad case of hand-to-panty magnetism with a young girl the Master had never met, and just yesterday, he learned there are rooms around here that magically strip you down to your underwear. He could have gone several lifetimes without that particular experience.

Needless to say, at this point the Keyblade Master is looking for a safe location to rest up. The incident with Ven still bothers him, to the point that all he's really looking to do right now is sit and think it over.

In the end, he settles for something very familiar. The room in question is decorated in alabaster, gold, and teal colors. There are stained glass windows. It's also pretty darn huge.

He takes a seat in one of the thrones situated on the far end of the room and... proceeds with the thinking. Mulling.]

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[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

[Oh, that's not suspicious at all. Eraqus stands up and, sure enough, summons his Keyblade. Just a warning. Not even a particularly fierce one.]

Can I help you, miss?

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ She just doesn't want to show her pretty face -- strolling, strolling, all the way up to the chair he sat on. She was on the right side, so II bend down just to get a good look at it, then behind. ]

How do you acquire a keyblade? [ She knows, but let's see how a ~*master*~ explains it. ]

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

[Watching her very closely now, eyes narrowed. Too snoopy for his liking.]

By being chosen to wield one as an apprentice under a Master.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

You mean it's not all just heart, right?

[ She stands up straight, hands on her hips. A headtilt. Mmm, keyblades. ]

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

The heart has a lot to do with it. Why do you ask?

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

[ She stretches her arm out, folding her hand as if she was holding a sword. ]

A long time ago, I thought I'd be good enough to use one. [ -- Now she's musing. ] What else does it take, huh?

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

More than you have to give, I fear. The Keyblade itself can be a very... choosy weapon.

[shootingdown.livejournal.com]

Like what, then? I'd like to think that I have a small chance. [ When she gets a heart, anyway. ]

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

A Keybearer is expected to be dutiful, loyal, and just. He or she is expected to be honest individual, as well as courteous and compassionate. And then there's...

[Hesitates, so very unsure about telling this stranger anything more.]

Courage, of course.