now for something of a little different variety;

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

[hmmmm, what's this? It's the Ultima Weapon just lying on the floor all lonely and forgotten. How strange to leave a keyblade around. But if you look close enough, you can see it's glowing slightly. And it sounds like someone is humming a happy little song. How very strange indeed]

[ooc; this is... the keyblade. In the verse it is from, Sora lost his memories or possessing the keyblade, it disappeared and in turn, forgot its master's face. But it knows it had a master so it decided to go on a journey to find him. It can take on a human form for easy movement and has subconsciously taken on Sora's form. It's a bit dysfunctional, but a loyal weapon for any who claim it]

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[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[blind!Sora freezes, flat on his ass, and promptly scoots far, far away, hitting a wall]

I-I'm sorry--

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

[it snorts, the ghostly image of a boy appearing in front of it]

What's with people always tripping over me, and poking me, and picking me up?

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[is cringing back, hoping it's not someone as vicious as the Axel]

I d-didn't mean to, I can't see, so-

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

...oh.

[well, that deflates him]

Sorry, sorry. I'm a little cranky I guess.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[just swings his empty gaze around]

It's...it's okay, I won't do it again, I promise, I just...can't...see. [bites his lip]

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

Well, you won't do it again because I'm tired of that form anyway.

[now he's completely whole, even if he still shines a little. Walking over to help the other up]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[whines quietly when he hears the footstep coming to him, cringing back]

I said I'm sorry, p-please--!

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

What's with you?

[sits down directly in front of him, looking over him curiously]

I was going to help you up.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[has his eyes closed, like if he can't see anything, it won't hurt him-- though he already can't see so]

...O-oh...

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

[and you have arms lifting you up now]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[curls close when he realizes he's not going to be hurt, and shivers]

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

Hey, it'll be okay.

[there's a protective glow around him now, the key looking at him worriedly]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

....S-sorry, I just...it's not been a good month.

[soft, half-faked laugh, a hand curling close in the key's shirt. his leg seizes a bit, and he just makes a soft noise]

D-don't suppose you know how to fix mechanical stuff?

[points to his leg where a chunk is taken out of it and masking tape is doing its best to cover it]

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

Can't say I do.

[looks worriedly at him, holding him close]

I'm sure someone can though.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[just lets the other hold him, and rests his head against his shoulder]

Who're you?

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

I'm the keyblade. I don't really have a name.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

...Oh. You sound like me though...

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

I look like you too. It's a form I made up to try and find my wielder but it seems I wasn't all that original.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

Your wielder?

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the guy who uses me in battle.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

Mm. Hah, wish I could fight. [sighs quietly]

I still wouldn't even if I could though.

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

It's not for everybody. It does help when you're in trouble to know how though.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

I don't like hurting people though...even if they hurt me.

[imakeygoodsir.livejournal.com]

You don't have to really hurt them per se. You could fend them off enough to tell them to back off though.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

But what if I hurt them on accident?