[When the light returned to tolerable levels, Roxas found himself entirely amazed with the scene he beheld. It was like that weird dream he had in the digital Twilight Town; only back then it was him at the center of the stained-glass image and it was entirely static. But this was something else entirely.
His first steps were cautious on it, almost as if he were afraid the image would shatter beneath his feet. But as it dawned on him that it was solid, his curiosity quickly got the better of him as he darted about. So many of these scenes were things he'd only just remembered -he dismissed those and looked for new things and it wasn't long before he found segments that were new.
And then his impression soured as he examined those scenes with Riku, looking at what happened with Castle Oblivion and at least getting cursory glances before he realized that something was a miss. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he looked ahead and realized that he wasn't alone.
It took all of a split second before his eyes narrowed and his feelings started getting the better of him. His higher thinking was protesting that this was just some kind of memory or metaphor or something like that. But as he stood there, he could only see one of the key people he held responsible for everything that had gone wrong.
His hand clutched around nothing before Oblivion heeded his call, appearing in his hand with a blaze of dark fire. Roxas paused, examining the weapon before shaking his head -in their last encounter, he'd wielded the symbols of his Other's friends. The dark keyblade's shape warped and distorted a moment before in a muted flash, it changed and became Aubade.
It was a seldom-used weapon; drawn only when he'd been forced into playing the Organization's game and fighting one of his dearest friends. Once she'd entrusted her wishes to him and he'd gained her weapon as a side-effect, he simply forgot to draw it ever again. But this time, this time he would defeat Riku with a weapon that his feelings told him simultaneously represented himself and Xion.
Armed and ready, he charged his opponent, weapon bared.]
So we'll balance it out with some durp later
His first steps were cautious on it, almost as if he were afraid the image would shatter beneath his feet. But as it dawned on him that it was solid, his curiosity quickly got the better of him as he darted about. So many of these scenes were things he'd only just remembered -he dismissed those and looked for new things and it wasn't long before he found segments that were new.
And then his impression soured as he examined those scenes with Riku, looking at what happened with Castle Oblivion and at least getting cursory glances before he realized that something was a miss. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he looked ahead and realized that he wasn't alone.
It took all of a split second before his eyes narrowed and his feelings started getting the better of him. His higher thinking was protesting that this was just some kind of memory or metaphor or something like that. But as he stood there, he could only see one of the key people he held responsible for everything that had gone wrong.
His hand clutched around nothing before Oblivion heeded his call, appearing in his hand with a blaze of dark fire. Roxas paused, examining the weapon before shaking his head -in their last encounter, he'd wielded the symbols of his Other's friends. The dark keyblade's shape warped and distorted a moment before in a muted flash, it changed and became Aubade.
It was a seldom-used weapon; drawn only when he'd been forced into playing the Organization's game and fighting one of his dearest friends. Once she'd entrusted her wishes to him and he'd gained her weapon as a side-effect, he simply forgot to draw it ever again. But this time, this time he would defeat Riku with a weapon that his feelings told him simultaneously represented himself and Xion.
Armed and ready, he charged his opponent, weapon bared.]