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kingdomdressing2010-04-01 12:14 am
mastereraqus.livejournal.com) wrote in kingdomdressing2010-04-01 12:14 am
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Purity
[Eraqus has borrowed one of the main DR rooms for his own purposes. Sure, he could have conducted his business elsewhere, in a more private area or in the Departure rooms, but for reasons he intends to keep to himself, he's here. For a long while, he stands in the very middle of the room. Only a smile and a nod of greeting are given to any who pass him by. He waits and waits... and waits a while longer.
A world of worlds. This should be easy -- easier.
He breathes deep and lets his eyes shut as he reaches out with both hands, fingers slowly curling into fists to will the Light of this nexus, of the people who visit it, the worlds it seeks to mimic, to him. The room dims, its Light coalescing into a more visible form that gathers before the Keyblade Master. He draws the Light in closer, gesturing in wide, sweeping motions until the element is pliable and receptive to his heart.]
Show me.
[He whispers, half-begging, half-commanding the force he so reveres. And the Light obliges. The orb that had come together at his behest breaks apart into fragments, tiny star-light specks that scatter across the room. They form pictures of worlds. Radiant Garden, Land of Departure, Destiny Islands, worlds Eraqus has never heard of before. Worlds without names. As they're shaped, some linger and glow brightly. Others crumble, the spots of light they're made up of drifting to the ground before rising again to take on the images of different worlds.
All hearts that remain and prosper, all hearts that have succumbed to the Darkness.
Eraqus studies each of them in turn. He has never been as powerful as Xehanort or as wise as Yen Sid, but... hey, the guy sure has a way with the Light.]
A world of worlds. This should be easy -- easier.
He breathes deep and lets his eyes shut as he reaches out with both hands, fingers slowly curling into fists to will the Light of this nexus, of the people who visit it, the worlds it seeks to mimic, to him. The room dims, its Light coalescing into a more visible form that gathers before the Keyblade Master. He draws the Light in closer, gesturing in wide, sweeping motions until the element is pliable and receptive to his heart.]
Show me.
[He whispers, half-begging, half-commanding the force he so reveres. And the Light obliges. The orb that had come together at his behest breaks apart into fragments, tiny star-light specks that scatter across the room. They form pictures of worlds. Radiant Garden, Land of Departure, Destiny Islands, worlds Eraqus has never heard of before. Worlds without names. As they're shaped, some linger and glow brightly. Others crumble, the spots of light they're made up of drifting to the ground before rising again to take on the images of different worlds.
All hearts that remain and prosper, all hearts that have succumbed to the Darkness.
Eraqus studies each of them in turn. He has never been as powerful as Xehanort or as wise as Yen Sid, but... hey, the guy sure has a way with the Light.]