{ —- I CANT BELIEVE THIS GIFSET AND WHAT HIS HEARTLESS SAYS!!! i need to play coded and read more on things bc im BURNING excitedly and all my cannibalistic au honey nut feelios are outta this world... ANYWAYS sorry to have kept you guys waiting! tons of homework and exhaustion really piled up on me but i won't be dropping any threads! give me a night or two to catch up !! thanks for being patient with me!
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"Rage... Hatred... Glitches to feed my darkness... And soon, hearts to sate my hunger!"
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"I’ll leave the crying to you, runt." A tender expression of his mirth released in the form of a chuckle—dry & small, but something rarely used would end up rusted. “You sure bout’ that? Go ask her. Don’t whine at the messenger.”
{♔} —- okay, maybe he's not the least sensitive. but since when was that worth being ashamed of? "think you're the one who didn't get the message! you know, the ugly truth...?"
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『 ↑☀ 』
❝ Good point. ❞
Riku acknowledged his friend’s statement with a crisp nod. The man truly didn’t know how to crack a smile. It was a feat that even the young Master couldn’t achieve — especially while in the presence of the boy he’d grown up with. Sora’s unbridled curiosity brought about the discreet upturning of his lips and the gentle relaxation of his shoulders.
A glance was cast towards the lean youth as he noticed the heavy stack he chose to gather. He could all too easily imagine the tomes returning to the floor after a careless step or thoughtless flourish of movement. The concern was fleeting, however, and his focus returned to the task of gathering up the misplaced mess.
❝ It’s only a secret to you because you’ve never bothered looking in them. ❞
The statement could have been perceived as sharp and unyielding; however, Riku made no attempt to hide his mirth in the usual swaddle of distant caution. As he returned the books to the shelf they belonged to, his calloused fingers lingering on those with interesting titles or elaborate, dusty covers, he kept his eyes trained away from Sora.
❝ Of course —— ❞ His words were almost too deliberate to be serious.
❝ They’re probably rigged to explode if someone snoops in them. ❞
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{♔} —- well, yeah. of course he hasn't taken the time to snoop his way through any of the books now piled up in his arms - hasn't it always been practically forbidden? there's reasons for warnings like those, right? and no matter how often the brunet gets right up in the middle of ripe havoc, he doesn't want to do wrong by yen sid.
in a way, he feels a whole lot like he can't afford to. though, that's bound to have a great deal to do with his lack of a mark of mastery - one consequence that he blames no one but himself for. "guess you're right." for this once, reluctance doesn't clutter the wielder's tone. it's not so much of a serious conversation as it is an absent- minded one, where sora's just trying to wrap his head around it all.
but it drains of any somber tones as soon as he imagines bombs, of whichever sort, wound tightly in spines of the books. voice falling to an ominous whisper as he sets a few in their rightful places, he grins when he plays along. "we'd better be careful not to open any of 'em! who knows - maybe he's got eyes and ears everywhere."
once his arms are cleared, he collects a few more until the floor is slightly visible. "just waiting for one of us to try it out and ruin the place - all so he can make us clean it up again!"
it's pretty damn believable, even if he is only kidding. "fifteen munny you won't test it out."
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“Ouch—guess I deserved that one, huh?” Amusement still aided ordinarily apathetic countenance, indifference sheathed before a boy that held a sealed space within his soul. “Come on Sora, we both know that Kairi thinks I’m the best looking.”
{♔} —- "you gonna cry?” lighter now, as his own grin's forming. "yeah, right! guess you're remembering a bunch of stuff from one of your dreams again, 'cause fat chance that's the truth!"
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"—Cause’ I can. Careful, your face might get suck if it’s like that for too long."
{♔} —- "says who? 'cause i sure don't remember it!" quickly relaxing the muscles in his face as to avoid the warning, he crosses his arms. "better stuck than lookin' at your mug like this!"
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You know which world really sucked? Atlantica. Which raises the question of why exactly, Larxene was here. She certainly didn’t suit the area, with the whole electricity thing. It made it difficult to use the element unless she focused. The one upside was how quiet the world was. As long as you avoided the royal quarters that is. The singing practically made her ears bleed. They always sing. Why? Not even good singing. And it’s always stupid songs about friendship or whatever. No thanks. If Ursula did her job, no one would need to put up with this crap. Back to the point, why was she here? It’s not that she liked the makeshift clothing to cover her chest made of scales. The shark tail was pretty cool, being striped. Tiger shark, but it wasn’t enough to make her visit often. The sea felt so suffocating too. So large, so unexplored. Maybe it’s the mystery of it all. The creatures of the deep and all that. Or fresh seafood too. Being here did usually make her hungry. Blame the shark in her. At the moment, the blonde lazily swam through the currents with no real direction. A lazy day in solitude. Below her she watched the dolphin make it’s rounds and eyed a school of fish up ahead while weighing her options. Sometimes you just need some quiet. A slow spin was added to her lazy pace and she simply let her mind wander about over many different subject. During one of her revolution her shark tail came to a halt. Something in the sea forced her to a stop. Like someone was there. Intrigued, she corrected herself and scanned the area, the rocky outcrops and coral, each little crevice between natural structures. It was the brief sighting of brown hair that really got her staring on hard. Then a blue tail. Couldn’t be, right? There was no reason to be here, the Heartless had left. After a few minutes of looking she gave up and turned. Only to get a clear shot of who it was. "What the hell?" Well. This complicates things doesn’t it? Let’s just hope he doesn’t remember me.
{♔} —- vaguely disoriented, as adapting to a tail when you've lived sheerly on two legs is never easy, he's finishing a loose twirl when he spots the svelte blonde. no doubt, she's as sharp as the edges of her tail! what, with those two antennae-esque strips of hair and venomous eyes... clueless on convenient occasion, but not blind. maybe it's an inevitably trusting nature when the heartless and organization don't seem to be around that urges him forward despite the instincts that advise the keyblader against approaching further.
he's not really here on a specific mission, so it's okay to ask, right?
that meaning: a lighthearted "hey there!" slipping past parted lips in a few awe-stricken moments. from where he's standing (floating?), she looks pretty confused. maybe the woman needs help finding a special trinket like one of ariel's... though there is something of a resemblance between herself and the other blondes he's come across here. struck belatedly by the possibility of her being within the royal family, sora's lower lip is quickly sucked in behind a top row of teeth. "uh--" even while he'd rather not admit it, etiquette isn't his strongest suit.
jeez, just where on earth is he supposed to start now? manners alone are one thing - presenting yourself before royalty is entirely different! ( just hold on a minute, you don't even know if she's one of ariel's sisters! freaking out now's just gonna make it worse... ) how does he always wind up in such sticky situations? even underwater, there's bound to be someone leading him to confusing edges and the like. "you lookin' for the stage for rehearsal? think it's starting up in a couple minutes. i can show you the way, if you want?" sheepishly now, the wielder lowers his gaze and tries to gather himself.
"sorry if i've got you all wrong - you're related to ariel and all the others... right?" maybe it's just because he hasn't seen the dorsal fin that counts as a dead giveaway, but who could know for sure?
not like it's gonna hurt anyone.
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"Not at all. Thanks for asking."
{♔} —- "then what was that for, huh?"
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“Definitely! I guess practice really does make perfect, huh? What other jokes do you have?”
{♔} —- "somethin' like that, yeah! natural talent works too." jeez, talk about on the spot! "hm... shout out to the struggle players who get three strikes?"
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{♔} —- "hey, what’s the big idea?!” bristles a little… just not before a reluctant smile. "d’you mind?"
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❝ Hm… I see. ❞
A strange boy with strange friends, it seemed. Aigis’ wary disposition did loosen up, though it didn’t hold back her curiosity. It would be rude to pry this boy for further answers about where he came from, but it did make her wonder. The boy’s expressions were sincere, though, she observed. Any vital scans showed he was in fact human, so there was no real need for caution. Though his wave off of her apology surprised her a little, though not by much.
❝ I would not mind assisting you in search of your friends. I, too, was searching for someone important to me long ago. You mentioned they are on a trip, so that means they are not from this area. I live here myself, so I can guide you.❞
{♔} —- locals always wind up the most convenient accidents. if he winds up running into someone that doesn't mind showing him around, navigating the area is worlds easier. literally. at least they've gotten past (or so he thinks) most suspicions and there's nothing being pointed his way that needs to be deflected. if she's seeking out someone just the same, they've got plenty in common! and that means he has room to work with his current circumstances... however odd.
"must be nice bein' from around here!" it's a pretty interesting place, to say the least, but he's enjoying the rush of it so far. out of harm's way, he's brimming with enthusiasm for the new surroundings. grateful to her more than he can express, sora nods, closing a fist in certainty.
"alright! i'm sure if we work together we'll find all three of 'em in no time! who's your friend?"
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「 ♛ ¢яσωη 」;;
❝⋯[ I messed up ] with one of my small studies, and fell from the path I um, was suppose to go down… ❞
[ he made a deal ] Sora made a deal with the man who caused all the trouble and pain, just to prove a point to the others around him. Cursing the name of the past King, and those who forged war with the blade and blades of old. He felt bad about it, but there was no longer room to feel sorry for himself. Sora kept his eyes downcast as he gathered the frozen memories of his time.
Mickey. The king even himself was hiding things from them this whole time. He knew the masters of the past, and just what they went through. Sora at the time, had no idea just what was going on, who was exactly involved in his save all mission. And not to mention the teachings of Yen Sid, with his already creepy mien. Sora breathed out slowly, for there was no need to hide such an important fact from his other self. It was asinine to think that anything would be changed, not when three whole years hadn’t even bulged a single fact from out of the abyss of the worlds themselves.
❝⋯I started researching the wielders of the past…❞
& since then, Crown had fallen into the wave of utter truth. Just who were the people that came even before Xehanort and his fellow friends. Yet, right now, that wasn’t the most important fact. What the Sora before him needed to know, was that the keyblade in fact did bring destruction and malice. It was the blade of endings, and no matter who wielded it, the darn thing was only going to help end the world. Funny, that’s no way a child of light should be thinking. Yet, Sora never really beloved everything was suppose to be light in the first place. He wasn’t as naive as everything thought him to be.
— ‘Kingdom Hearts, isn’t light at all…it’s a super weapon…’
❝⋯And found out, the doors are nothing but trouble. Xehanort is trying to open the Ultimate Door.❞
{♔} —- the past? wielders before them, right. he's heard details in regards to others (a war, impossible bloodshed and other horrors he would simply rather not imagine), but only here and there. of course, thinking of people he's never met doesn't hit home quite as much as hearing 'i've fallen' from his own mouth. it's not like it could've meant anything else - straightforward as ever, the concept materializes like carnage itching near the back of his skull. in response, it aches... and he, consequently enough, can feel it thrum tattoos with his heart.
how horrifying a thought it is to share your entire being with such a rabid creature. one who so inevitably enjoys the macabre coming to mind. more or less nauseous because of its reaction from the inside, sora swallows cold air to chill his throat and settle his stomach. even now, he's unsuccessful in finding momentary peace. "right," he does his best to follow along, not really wanting to hear about the mistakes that have begun to accumulate but assuming it's a warning worth his heeding. definitely not the time to be oblivious... not now.
"so... no deep research on anybody from before. got it." that can't have been the only thing to edge him off, can it?
because he sure as hell can name a few other reasons as to why a descent of any kind doesn't seem impossible. from where he stands, chaos is breathing through familiar mouths and escaping it by the skin of his teeth isn't something new to the wielder. "there's another one we've got to worry about? jeez, this guy's got a long agenda. i mean, how many doors can there be?"
disbelief litters his features when they contort in reply, brows knitted together as he strains for an explanation. "okay... then what... am i s'posed to do in the mean time? go into it blind?"