blue sky to forever.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[Sora is staring at a rusty door covered in foreboding chains, the ends attached to the neighboring walls by iron stakes. the word 'CAUTION' is smeared in black paint on the door.]

... huh.

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[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Are you going to go in~?

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[reaches for the doorknob and tries to turn it. if the chains weren't stopping him, the fact that the door is locked is.]

Maybe.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

Looks like someone really didn't want anyone going in there. Just makes people want to do it more though.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[presses his palm over the 'U' in caution.]

I'll need something to break these chains.

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

The butt of a gun will break the locks. The chains however, will need something bigger.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[gun, huh...]

Hm.

[he takes a few steps back before he pulls twin uzis from their holsters on his thighs. he turns back around, both guns aimed at the door.]

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

[watching out of interest]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[with an expert's aim, he clicks the setting to semi-automatic and fires one bullet for each chain. the links burst apart and fall away, the severed ends hanging from their stakes.]

[anighttogether.livejournal.com]

[...claps]

Oh, you're good.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[sets one of them back in its holster. he approaches the door.]

I guess.

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

Recent.

[he just says, pressing his finger against the black paint, then rubbing it against his others to try and get the wet paint off.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[glances up at Riku.]

... I want to go in.

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[wait a second, he's shuffling through his pockets.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[presses an ear to the door, listening...]

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[he'll probably hear some clicks pretty soon, as he's working on the door lock before--he goes up.]

Unlocked. Just the chains need work.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[and he's whipping out a pistol.]

Just give me some room.

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[room he's given, and he's stuffing some earplugs into his ears with a sigh.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[braces the gun with both hands. with the uzi on semi-auto, all he needs is one bullet per chain. bang, bang, bang. the door is free.]

All done.

[tackticks.livejournal.com]

[and he's stepping forwards when he's sure Sora's done, pulling the earplugs out of his ears.]

[genocidally.livejournal.com]

[standing back as he watches Riku and Sora.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[but like a sixth sense, he turns to stare over at Roxas.]

[genocidally.livejournal.com]

[nods his head once, as if to say he'll help if it's needed. he doesn't want to stand in Riku's way because he knows it'd hurt Sora to see them fight. his hand is still bandaged.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[but Sora is nodding his head, beckoning him.]

[genocidally.livejournal.com]

[so he steps up.]

What is it?

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

Can you see what's in there...?

[he glances to the open door.]