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dualislogs2019-07-20 08:43 pm
salvagedlight) wrote in dualislogs2019-07-20 08:43 pm
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So Wake Me Up Before It's Over
Who: Ventus and ~you~!
What: Ven's just arrived, and he's a little confused, because who wouldn't be
Where: Meandering from the Wake-Up Stone to the residence
When: July 19th
Warnings: None off the top of my head? BUT, spoilers for KH3 if you're avoiding those
He was a getting a little annoyed at continually missing time. Or maybe more than a little.
Ventus had thought it was finally over and done with, that ...bad habit he had of checking out of the universe for awhile, falling into comas or out of reality or losing his heart or any of the other options that he could think of. How many times did that make, now? Three? One was too many, two was really pushing it, three was just absurd. Or even three and a half, since he'd only partially come out of the one he'd fallen into when Master Xehanort ripped his heart in two...
With a brief shudder, Ven pushed the horrible, patchy memory aside, continuing to walk in what might have been the right direction (he wasn't completely sure, the directions he'd been given seemed a little out of step with what was actually around him), choosing instead to focus on what the being - The Head? - had told him after his latest waking. Plague and disease were terrible things, but the city seemed to be thriving fairly well even with that in its history. Some parts looked more mechanical or industrial, some more natural, but all seemed fairly well cared for. Still, something was... off, just a little. It was nothing he could pinpoint, nothing more than a small flutter, just a slight unease that he couldn't be sure wasn't because of yet again passing out and waking somewhere completely unfamiliar with no real idea what was going on.
"...Chirithy? Are you here?" Ven called, seemingly to thin air. The connection was so new, less than a day for him, but so strong, so right, and even here he could feel it, so much a part of him that he wasn't sure how he hadn't missed it before now. He had no doubt that the spirit would answer, and he was right, a small light sparking in the air next to his shoulder that spun down almost to the ground, resolving into a grey-white catlike form next to his knee that put one "paw" on his leg as it looked up at him.
"I'm here! I'm not leaving you again, not even in this place. Whatever this place is," it responded, turning its stitched eyes out to look over the buildings and streets around them. "I've never heard of it, and that..."
"...It makes you nervous, doesn't it? I can feel it, a little."
The little triangle ears drooped slightly as Chirithy hung its head briefly. "You shouldn't be able to do that. But yeah, a little nervous. But maybe I'm just overreacting."
Ven bent down a little to put his hand on the spirit's head, giving it a scratch much like he would a real cat. "Maybe we both are. But we're together - and maybe we can find someone else." Straightening up, he gave the spirit a smile before picking a direction, mostly at random, and starting off, Chirithy trotting at his side and doing its best to keep up. "It'll be nice to see another face."
What: Ven's just arrived, and he's a little confused, because who wouldn't be
Where: Meandering from the Wake-Up Stone to the residence
When: July 19th
Warnings: None off the top of my head? BUT, spoilers for KH3 if you're avoiding those
He was a getting a little annoyed at continually missing time. Or maybe more than a little.
Ventus had thought it was finally over and done with, that ...bad habit he had of checking out of the universe for awhile, falling into comas or out of reality or losing his heart or any of the other options that he could think of. How many times did that make, now? Three? One was too many, two was really pushing it, three was just absurd. Or even three and a half, since he'd only partially come out of the one he'd fallen into when Master Xehanort ripped his heart in two...
With a brief shudder, Ven pushed the horrible, patchy memory aside, continuing to walk in what might have been the right direction (he wasn't completely sure, the directions he'd been given seemed a little out of step with what was actually around him), choosing instead to focus on what the being - The Head? - had told him after his latest waking. Plague and disease were terrible things, but the city seemed to be thriving fairly well even with that in its history. Some parts looked more mechanical or industrial, some more natural, but all seemed fairly well cared for. Still, something was... off, just a little. It was nothing he could pinpoint, nothing more than a small flutter, just a slight unease that he couldn't be sure wasn't because of yet again passing out and waking somewhere completely unfamiliar with no real idea what was going on.
"...Chirithy? Are you here?" Ven called, seemingly to thin air. The connection was so new, less than a day for him, but so strong, so right, and even here he could feel it, so much a part of him that he wasn't sure how he hadn't missed it before now. He had no doubt that the spirit would answer, and he was right, a small light sparking in the air next to his shoulder that spun down almost to the ground, resolving into a grey-white catlike form next to his knee that put one "paw" on his leg as it looked up at him.
"I'm here! I'm not leaving you again, not even in this place. Whatever this place is," it responded, turning its stitched eyes out to look over the buildings and streets around them. "I've never heard of it, and that..."
"...It makes you nervous, doesn't it? I can feel it, a little."
The little triangle ears drooped slightly as Chirithy hung its head briefly. "You shouldn't be able to do that. But yeah, a little nervous. But maybe I'm just overreacting."
Ven bent down a little to put his hand on the spirit's head, giving it a scratch much like he would a real cat. "Maybe we both are. But we're together - and maybe we can find someone else." Straightening up, he gave the spirit a smile before picking a direction, mostly at random, and starting off, Chirithy trotting at his side and doing its best to keep up. "It'll be nice to see another face."
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"I promised I would save you both," she points out. Even if Ven had never exactly heard her say those words, she remembers saying them all too well. "I failed you. I was lost for so long. If it wasn't for Sora, Riku, and Mickey, we wouldn't be here at all. Xehanort would have won and the worlds would have fallen."
Aqua was a Keyblade Master and she couldn't even save herself or her friends. What good was she, really?
But she squares her shoulders against those thoughts. She'd spent more than a decade trying to push past all of those intrusive thoughts, a decade of fighting the darkness while she was lost in a place with no end and no one in sight. They shouldn't come as easily here as they had back then, but she keeps finding herself slipping back down every so often. She has to fight harder; she has to be strong enough to win.
Almost without thinking about it, she turns them in the direction of the dorms. Or at least, the direction she remembers the dorms being in earlier that day. That will be the easiest starting point. "I'll take you to the dorms. That's where a lot of us are staying. I've been placed in a room with a boy named Seifer. He's... a friend of mine from the last world we were trapped in." That... probably doesn't help Ven much, especially given how cagey she's being, but it's a good enough segue into the rest of what she needs to tell him. "This isn't the first world I've been trapped in. A lot of the people here are friends I made in the last one. The rules are different here and we think there's some kind of power-dampening field in effect. It would be easier to tell you what I know I can do than to list what I can't."
There's too much that isn't working here. But at least some of it does still work. That's better than anything the Iteration world gave her.
"I can still heal, but it's at half power. I can still double jump, use my barriers, cartwheel with fire, and air slide with ice. I haven't tried a lot of spells yet, but none of the lower level ones are working anymore and none of my attack abilities. I can't even use Break Time anymore." Not that she used that one a whole lot, but it had been good for stretching in the mornings. "My darkness and light senses work here, though, and my keyblade. I didn't have anything that worked in the Iteration world and I couldn't even summon the Master's keyblade there."
She's sure she doesn't need to explain to Ven what not having a keyblade was like. She'd felt like a limb had been severed or a piece of her heart had been broken off. She was incomplete without it. Now she has Stormfall back, somehow, and she isn't going to complain about that at all.