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Between the lines of fear and blame (spoilers)
[There's a Terra trekking through one of the Dressing Room hallways. A passerby wouldn't have to be too observant to notice that the wide-eyed, slack-jawed, and all-around bewildered expression on his face pretty much reads "new arrival". He might as well have a flashing arrow hanging over his head, pointing out just how new to this place he is. He doesn't seem all that intimidated by the abrupt change in his surroundings or by the many doubles wandering around, though: as far as he's concerned, this is a dream. It has to be a dream, right? That's the only explanation that makes any sense.
Even if, with the initial adrenaline rush tapering off, he still feels as tired- no, as mentally and physically exhausted as he had moments before he'd found himself in this dream world, even if it had hurt when he'd caught the edge of his shoe on the floor, tripped, and hit the wall with his shoulder earlier, even if his shoulder still aches now, this has to be a dream. It has to be.
Rubbing at his arm again, he stops to lean against a closed door. He slumps against it, letting his heavy eyelids shut for just a second or two. It is about then that the door gives way, swinging out from under his weight. Terra's deposited none too gracefully onto the cold ground inside the room. He can't help the startled shout and gasp that escapes his throat as he lands on his sore shoulder.
He stays down at first, working to get the air back into his lungs, as well as to will away the pain. He won't waste precious energy summoning his Keyblade to Cure spell something as minor as a bruise. Terra lifts his head a moment later only to notice the dimly lit path that snakes out ahead of him. Darkness surrounds the path on both sides. Strange formations decorated by glowing blue streaks jut out of the shadows. He all but scrambles to his feet, aforementioned soreness forgotten.]
No... Not again! Not back here again!
[A soft, shuffling groan from somewhere deep within the darkness is his answer. Yes, Terra. Oh yes. The Darksides appear one at a time, drawing themselves up to their full heights. Terra can only stare at first, but finally the fear is replaced by a tired flicker of aggravation... or maybe that's determination. He holds his hand out as if to summon his Keyblade only to reconsider before the weapon appears. His fingers hurriedly search one of his hakama's pockets instead. His glare flicks from the orange charm he soon produces, up to the Darksides.]
If this is how it has to be...
[He holds the charm to his chest, closes his eyes tight, and waits. Trust. He's got to trust in that bond. He even thinks to smile, remembering the first time those flashes of light, those Keyblades, helped him out of a tight spot. He'll never again forget how much his friends mean to him or how much he means to his friends.
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Anyone who happens to be walking down that corridor might find themselves being run into by a man who, despite his size, has been flung back through the doorway by the impact of one of the Darkside's attacks.]
[ooc: From
exmariascientia's AU. Spoilers hinted at under cut, comment spoilers.]
Even if, with the initial adrenaline rush tapering off, he still feels as tired- no, as mentally and physically exhausted as he had moments before he'd found himself in this dream world, even if it had hurt when he'd caught the edge of his shoe on the floor, tripped, and hit the wall with his shoulder earlier, even if his shoulder still aches now, this has to be a dream. It has to be.
Rubbing at his arm again, he stops to lean against a closed door. He slumps against it, letting his heavy eyelids shut for just a second or two. It is about then that the door gives way, swinging out from under his weight. Terra's deposited none too gracefully onto the cold ground inside the room. He can't help the startled shout and gasp that escapes his throat as he lands on his sore shoulder.
He stays down at first, working to get the air back into his lungs, as well as to will away the pain. He won't waste precious energy summoning his Keyblade to Cure spell something as minor as a bruise. Terra lifts his head a moment later only to notice the dimly lit path that snakes out ahead of him. Darkness surrounds the path on both sides. Strange formations decorated by glowing blue streaks jut out of the shadows. He all but scrambles to his feet, aforementioned soreness forgotten.]
No... Not again! Not back here again!
[A soft, shuffling groan from somewhere deep within the darkness is his answer. Yes, Terra. Oh yes. The Darksides appear one at a time, drawing themselves up to their full heights. Terra can only stare at first, but finally the fear is replaced by a tired flicker of aggravation... or maybe that's determination. He holds his hand out as if to summon his Keyblade only to reconsider before the weapon appears. His fingers hurriedly search one of his hakama's pockets instead. His glare flicks from the orange charm he soon produces, up to the Darksides.]
If this is how it has to be...
[He holds the charm to his chest, closes his eyes tight, and waits. Trust. He's got to trust in that bond. He even thinks to smile, remembering the first time those flashes of light, those Keyblades, helped him out of a tight spot. He'll never again forget how much his friends mean to him or how much he means to his friends.
...
Anyone who happens to be walking down that corridor might find themselves being run into by a man who, despite his size, has been flung back through the doorway by the impact of one of the Darkside's attacks.]
[ooc: From
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And Ven, being one who cares so deeply for friends (even alternate versions of them), doesn't even hesitate to summon his Keyblade and rush right in front of Terra. Right now it's pretty obvious that he could use the help.]
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Ven...?
1/2
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You okay, Terra?
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You were... You were asleep. We couldn't wake you up...
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But Ven doesn't move an inch when Terra reaches for him. The fact that he winds up 'asleep' isn't anything new, although if Terra knows that...
He frowns. This is going to be tough.]
It's... kind of a long story.
[Dismissing his Keyblade, Ven rubs at one of his cheeks, looking a little hesitant. How's he going to approach this without sounding insane? It might take more for Terra to believe the nature of the Dressing Room, after all.]
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Tell me this is real.
[He mumbles, hugging him tight.]
I didn't keep my promise... I couldn't bring her back.
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Wait!
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What?!
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[Wait. Wait a minute. He's seen that face before. He starts to stand only to rock forward, dropping to his hands and knees.]
... Sora?
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[why do you think she's got her keyblade out, gosh.]
That's me.
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It's really you...
[He rises up cautiously, resting his hand over his chest as he assumes a kneeling position and drops his head and... Yeah, he's bowing to the kid.]
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\o/
That's enough to make this Xehanort drop the book she was reading. Scientific detachment put aside for once - there's a time and a place for that - she frowns, heads over. That couldn't have been pleasant for the poor guy, she thinks. Just going to check on him, seeing as she's already here.]
Are you alright?
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Aqua!
[He gets to his feet quickly, wobbling a little as he checks his charm and tucks it back into his pocket. It didn't have quite the effect he was hoping for, but this is just as good- if not better.]
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[She blinks. Seriously, what? He must've hit his head pretty hard, she thinks... but she'll give him a sympathetic smile. That can't be a nice way to arrive.]
I'm afraid you've got me confused with someone else. But let's get you sorted out.
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[He just put the charm away and now he's getting it back out. He shows it to her, his smile small but hopeful. She's not acting like he'd expect Master Xehanort to, so maybe he only needs to jog her memory.]
They'll always bring us back together. Remember?
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I'm afraid I haven't seen anything like that. It's - ah. Pretty, though.
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Yeah... You made it.
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What is it with this muse coming back everytime a Terra is in trouble :|;
Are you alright?
Muse pings!
I'm fine... I'm okay, I'm... You're okay, aren't you?
[Her hair's blue. Christmas came early!]
Indeed!
I'm not the one flying through doorways...
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But your heart...
Oops.
My heart is fine, Terra. You must have me mixed up with someone else.
/saw nothing
No... It was you. You beat him? Is that what happened?
[He's a little slouched over, but he's smiling. She's okay. Xehanort's gone.]
8)
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