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Post by Caxacius Isolde on Oct 31, 2011 11:33:44 GMT -7
There was so much missing - but he didn't know what. He didn't know who nor why, he... didn't know anything. He simply knew that there was a void, deep, dark and somewhere within himself... and the longer that he walked, the emptier that void felt. Blinking, he looked down at his hands, curling them into a fist and letting them loose. He... he had been doing something before he ended up here. Was it important? He could only wonder, because before he opened his eyes there was nothing. Walking past a dark colored building, he found himself stepping within a puddle, water that he wasn't sure whether it was inky black or as clear as your average liquid. Looking down at himself, he stared at his reflection. Blue eyes, long blonde hair... was this what he had always looked like? It was all so painfully familiar, and yet... there was something wrong, something different. He was staring at a stranger! It was all so new, too new for it to be... right.
"Acacius... don't forget."
The whispered thought was not his own, taunting him at the back of his mind, nagging at his stomach, threatening to bring tears to his eyes. Yet it also brought something else - a spark within his mind to counter the trembling in his fingertips. It brought a fire to his soul that for a moment, ate away at the void. What was this? It was so familiar, so painfully familiar - but he couldn't put a finger on the feeling.
Feeling... This was the first time that something had stirred within him! He was feeling something - and if he let it go, he knew that he would never get a chance again. The blonde clutched his chest, curling into himself as he willed the spark to stay... but it wouldn't. It faded, and he was left with nothing again. The feeling had gone, the fire had faded - all that was left was a strange buzzing energy in his hands. "What... is happening?" He muttered, curling his fists like he had moments before. His hands shook, but not with anything but power... what was this?
Stretching his arm out, he jumped back when the golden weapon appeared. It held the same feeling that he had felt himself moments before... the same feeling that had left him. Was... it no longer his? Or perhaps he simply couldn't keep it within his chest anymore. Blue eyes stared at the weapon - something between a wand and some sort of double edged sword... he had no idea how to use it or what it was even for. But it was his, and it hummed in a way that made him jealous because he couldn't even imagine having something like that to himself.
"I feel cheated." He muttered, before he started walking again. He should have been grateful for the weapon, perhaps intruiged by it, anything but the sheer amount of malevolence that he couldn't aim toward anyone else. He wasn't even sure if there were others to blame - it was so empty here. Only the remnants of what seemed to be rain, and buildings that towered too high to be real. They were unlike anything he had ever seen before... but he didn't KNOW what he had seen before to begin with. "Where am I?" Where did he even come from?
"Am I alone?"
If only he knew that he wasn't alone - the tiny pittering footsteps weren't just his mind playing tricks on him. There were monsters in this world, and they had been watching... waiting for the chance to strike. When they finally did? It would all be over before it started. |
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Post by Rexékon Genesis on Nov 2, 2011 7:10:45 GMT -7
He usually spent his days wandering the realms endlessly, without much reason. He fought off heartless, as it seemed necessary in order to restore Kingdom Hearts to its full potential. This was his entire life, right here. He fought heartless, he gave Kingdom Hearts the hearts of the heartless, he commanded the nobodies, and he acted like he was someone else when he wasn't here. Right now, this was who he was; this thing that he was so certain was someone more than this. At some point in sitting around, he came to the conclusion that someone else had arrived. Usually, they could just tell. The other nobodies were going crazy, unsure of what to do without him giving any notification. He left the castle and went into the darkness of the city below, his cloak flapping behind him. Underneath his cloak, he wore no shirt, slightly baggy, black pants, and black skate shoes. His purple hair was sloppily tied back.
He didn't have to try hard to find the intruder, after all, the nobodies gave him a clear image of where he was. They were floating around the other person, un sure of how to react. It wasn't an ordinary thing when a nobody appeared right into the lair of the beast. The nobodies didn't attack because he was a nobody, himself. "You're not alone," The purple haired man called to him as he approached. "Company isn't... regular." Rex's hair flapped behind him as he walked, the purple nearly as bright as the neon lights on the fake buildings.
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Post by Caxacius Isolde on Nov 2, 2011 9:19:55 GMT -7
He didn't know what to think about the man that appeared out of what seemed to be nowhere. The nameless boy stared, watching him step closer - a hooded figure that... that was hard to care about because that wasn't something that he was capable of doing right now. Or even pretending to do. It was while he was walking that the hood came off, revealing the cloaked presence's pale face. It wasn't because he was curious that his head tilted slightly to the right - but instinct. Of habit that he wouldn't remember himself unless he somehow became whole again. Blue eyes fell onto his bright purple hair, it was nearly iridescent, the lights from the building almost dulled in comparison. Was this normal? Was this stranger what he should expect from the place that he had woken up in? And if he wasn't normal, what was? The blonde clutched his weapon out of nervousness - but held no intention of attacking. "Are you the only one here?" He asked, wanting to know whether he was alone... was he being watched?
Eyes left the other man's face, and his gaze ventured out toward the buildings, realizing there were a lot of places for stranger, creatures, to hide. There was no telling whether he was being watched or waited on. He couldn't point out if he was being followed or not - no matter how bright the buildings seemed to be at times, their glow didn't help the surrounding area feel less dark. "Where... is here?" Words slipped from his mouth with ease, questions within his mind that resounded over and over - and now he had someone to ask. Manners didn't matter because he had none - names didn't strike him as something to worry over because he didn't even remember his own. Maybe he never had one? The closest thing to a name he had was the word seemed to escape him, whispered by a voice inside of him that wasn't... quite his own.
The nobodies had been following him, and stood down - and with the appearance of another nobody with the one that they had been ready to attack, most made a very hasty exit. They weren't strong enough to fight one with experience, he was not easy prey. He had power... and neither had what they needed, a heart. Not even the mangled pieces of one... they were nothing, bodies filled with things they didn't need - useless thing. For now, they wouldn't strike. |
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Post by Rexékon Genesis on Nov 2, 2011 18:46:46 GMT -7
He watched the boy, as if expecting something from him. Rex could almost tell he was unsure of himself, and even more unsure of the purple haired man. He doubted that the blonde haired boy was frightened; just uncertain. "There's dozens of these nobodies." He motioned to the dusks floating around, their zipper mouthes closed as they observed closely, but enough to be in reach of the blonde haired boy. "Although, there are only two of the ones like you and I. The other isn't here at the moment." Rexékon could only expect that the young nobody was feeling a lot like he had been feeling when he first arrived here; feeling empty.
The dusks were very uncomfortable, it was obvious. They glided around the place, hoping to get the approval from Rex to attack the man. There was no need to do anything without his approval. If this man was a heartless, it would be different; they would attack without needing permission. Heartless supplied Kingdom Hearts, nobodies were different. "That's a complex thing. See, here is not really anywhere. You're in a place that doesn't really exist. This is the World That Never Was."
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