[Well, it had been a long shot. But while he still couldn't understand why the stranger bore such an air of familiarity about him, he got the impression that there would be a chance to find answers later. Then again, maybe it was for the better for now. He had purpose again. His body still ached from both previous encounters, yet he willed it to prepare to skirmish again... and again, and however many times it took for him to save his friend.
Right now he needed to focus on that task.
With a sigh, he watched skyward as the portal opened, some part of him musing that it looked like the opposite of a Corridor of Darkness. It was almost pretty as he observed the little flickers of light drifting to and fro around it like fireflies, that virtual sense of nostalgia weighing on his spirit.
His glance met the stranger's, Roxas' eyes narrowing as they settled on Lost Memory. For a moment, he debated on merely asking the weapon's name, but decided that he couldn't afford to get side-tracked now.
Gratefully, he took the weapon and nodded, some part of him in the back of his own head marveling at how natural the weapon felt in his hand -even as he experimentally flipped it into a reverse-grip.
It was strange.]
Thank you. I'll make sure to fix things.
[He shot the other blond a grin.]
I've got some crazy promises to hold up, after all.
[With that said, instinct took over as he hurled the weapon up into the sky. Beyond the line of sight, it vanished in a brilliant flare as it returned; it's shape and size changed considerably, but many aspects of the form still identifying it. As it swooped down for him, he leaped neatly into the air, flipping once before finding solid footing on the platform of the Keyblade Glider.
Giving one last glance to the stranger, he crouched low to keep his balance on the vehicle as it angled upward and rocketed with him into the light.]
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Right now he needed to focus on that task.
With a sigh, he watched skyward as the portal opened, some part of him musing that it looked like the opposite of a Corridor of Darkness. It was almost pretty as he observed the little flickers of light drifting to and fro around it like fireflies, that virtual sense of nostalgia weighing on his spirit.
His glance met the stranger's, Roxas' eyes narrowing as they settled on Lost Memory. For a moment, he debated on merely asking the weapon's name, but decided that he couldn't afford to get side-tracked now.
Gratefully, he took the weapon and nodded, some part of him in the back of his own head marveling at how natural the weapon felt in his hand -even as he experimentally flipped it into a reverse-grip.
It was strange.]
Thank you. I'll make sure to fix things.
[He shot the other blond a grin.]
I've got some crazy promises to hold up, after all.
[With that said, instinct took over as he hurled the weapon up into the sky. Beyond the line of sight, it vanished in a brilliant flare as it returned; it's shape and size changed considerably, but many aspects of the form still identifying it. As it swooped down for him, he leaped neatly into the air, flipping once before finding solid footing on the platform of the Keyblade Glider.
Giving one last glance to the stranger, he crouched low to keep his balance on the vehicle as it angled upward and rocketed with him into the light.]