[That sure was some armor there, chillin' out 'n stuff.
It was also Terra's armor however, and the way it was just kind of...there, it could've just been the armor sitting there but their armor didn't really work like that, did it?
Caaaaarefully investigating the armor curiously here.]
[It continues to sit there, stalwartly, as it has for a very long time.
...Slowly, though...
As Ven continues to carefully check it out, there's an odd sound, that doesn't sound like a voice - more like a hollow sound reverberating throughout the armor itself.
[The sound is there again, briefly, but nothing is 'said' like before - instead, the armor slowly climbs to its feet. Once it's there, it simply stands still and looms there.]
[There was no actual warmth temperature-wise behind the hand-- even if the armor was made of metal, it felt lighter than it should've been. But the gesture itself was familiar and... nostalgic. Whereas before he might have been upset over being treated like a child, now he just missed it.]
Terra...!!
[He didn't back away this time, looking up at the armor while his voice sounded like it might crack.]
[The hair ruffle is over as soon as Ven asks that question, as the armor goes back into a still stance.]
...Xehanort.
[The response this time comes much easier, nearly fast - a lot louder. If you were to attribute emotion to something that wasn't able to be called a human voice anymore, this would be 'angry.']
[Less of a question, and more parroting the answer. Was this the result of their battle on top of the cliff...?
Ven didn't claim to understand it, but he had always had a bit of a habit of imitation when it came to Terra; so it wasn't long before he was angry himself.]
Don't worry, I'll-- I'll find a way to fix it! I promise...!
[Ignore the fact that he has no idea what he's saying or doing.]
[It's hard for it to keep moving and speaking for long, when there isn't a battle to still fight looming right ahead. The armor slowly retreats to where Ends of the Earth is still lodged into the ground, to use it as support. But Ven's still there, so going back to full rest isn't an option.]
[It had been a long time. Ten years, in fact. Ten years of wandering the darkness and hoping the answer to Ven and Terra's troubles would be on the unreachable other side.
Ultimately, she had been taken by a light. An advancing light that seemed to have crept up on her, after not seeing it for so long. The light brought her back to the end, where all those fallen Keyblade wielders lie.
She wanders once more, noting how the evidence of their battle has faded over the years. Everything is in the same place, but everything shows its age. Footprints have been erased. Dust has settled over the cloud of Keyblades. Chunks of earth have fallen off of the raised rock faces that Xehanort created.
As it turns out, there is something else that seems to be in the same place, too.
Aqua squints at the shape of the armor. Many times during her journey through the darkness, she'd wondered if it was the shape of a person in the distance that she was seeing. It never was. So she's equally as convinced that her mind must be playing tricks on her.
So she approaches the armor, cautiously. It shouldn't really be sitting upright like that. She doesn't speak to it -- what's the use? -- but when she's close enough, she reaches out to try and set a hand on the helmet, searching for proof that her eyes are not deceiving her.]
[At first, there's nothing. It seems to be just an empty relic, one more marker for the graveyard as a whole. Then, as if something long dormant had been awakened at her touch, there's a metallic thrum and something a little like a name being impressed upon the air.]
[Except that armor can and likely will kick his ass by the time this meeting is over.
He hates the Graveyard. The wind is howling in his ears, the sand stings his face, and the hundreds of dead Keyblades littered all over the ground make his heart ache with sorrow.
But as much as he hates the Keyblade Graveyard, and what happened the last time he was here, he hates the black garb of Organization XIII even more.
[Oh, sorry, what? Are you here to reclaim your old armor and keyblade?
The armor isn't all that excited about being reclaimed.
It's impossible not to sense another living being appearing, as long as it's been since there has been one - and the most likely identity of the visitor is something that brings the Lingering Will kicking into wakefulness.]
...Me...?
No.
..Xeha, nort.
[This would be the last mistake Xehanort would ever make. Why he would come here is a mystery - to gloat? To see if the Will had managed to sustain, all this time?
It's all irrelevant. The armor stands up before Terra, pulls the Ends of the Earth from the spot it's long rested in - and points it threateningly at him. It's all the warning he'll have.]
[Oh boy, Sora. Hope you brought your most ridiculously intricate looking keyblade with you to this bonus boss fight, because uh.
...yeah. And here without party members, even? This is gonna hurt.]
Aqua, Ven... Keyblade...? Who are you...?
[It's not exactly words Sora's hearing, but not exactly indecipherable. Something on the edge of what the brain can interpret, backed with a steel bite. Despite the words Sora's prompted forth from it, the armor has yet to bunch an inch.]
...I can feel it. We have met before. But when...?
...No. It isn't you. It isn't you that I have chosen. Why isn't it him?
[The pieces are coming together. This has to be someone he knows. There's really only one option left, isn't there?]
[...? Alright, this... is a bit weird, actually. An armor with a Keyblade is pretty much something he's never seen before in his travels, and those words are kinda-]
Wait, y'know Xehanort?
[He's not taking a step backward, nor is he taking a step forward. All he's doing right now is summoning his Keyblade and getting into a battle stance. Who knows what this stranger's gonna do after all?]
[...So this guy's an enemy of Xehanort? Well, that would be a relief, if the guy's not going to attack him because of a small case of mistaken identity.]
[Blocked! The recoil knocks him back for a precious few seconds first fight in a decade and he immediately gets blocked really before he attempts to pick back up on the onslaught.]
[He's still blocking, although it's readily apparent that from his experience, or lack of a proper one of wielding his Keyblade means that he's starting to buckle down from those numerous and hard blows, which means that when the armor's onslaught lightened a bit, he's going to just cast Reflega, causing a dome of energy to surround him, and possibly repelling the armor's attacks back at him!]
[Well. This certainly was a cheery place. Finally out of the Tower, but... This didn't look much better. Or better at all really. Was this what they meant by saying the worlds were destroyed?
Still, Xion will quietly approach the armor, curious and confused, not sure what it is.
After exploring this place, maybe she'll try to make a corridor out to see any of the other worlds.]
People never came here. The Keyblade Graveyard was less than an afterthought in the memories of every other world, a blasted-out shell of a land to match its only inhabitant.
So it was major confusion that sole inhabitant felt, when he nearly thought someone else was there - but the sense didn't stay. That flickering moment was enough not to ignore, though. Whether it would just be imploring the open air or not, he asks the question-]
[... upon hearing those words, that's the question she wants to ask. She's close enough that she's able to peer down at the armor, leaning forward a little to see a little better.]
[As Xion peers closer and closer, the armor's head turns up to match her gaze, finally able to get a decent bead on her wavering location. The movement is sudden and jarring, accompanied by a sound of protest of the motion from the weathered metal itself.]
...
['Who are you' was a good question, indeed. It would feel like a lie to say 'Terra.']
[Speaking as someone who most of her friends claimed never to have feelings like a normal person... to meet someone who claims the opposite is interesting. She frowns. Come to think of it... That voice is familiar, from her time in the Tower too, if she's not mistaken.]
Do I... know you from somewhere?
just gonna abuse the same few icons til i amass a decent amount
[If only he could figure out anything about the person in front of him, beyond their mere presence... then he could answer confidently. The longer she's here, the more he's able to ascertain the most basics, but identity is still beyond him.]
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It was also Terra's armor however, and the way it was just kind of...there, it could've just been the armor sitting there but their armor didn't really work like that, did it?
Caaaaarefully investigating the armor curiously here.]
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...Slowly, though...
As Ven continues to carefully check it out, there's an odd sound, that doesn't sound like a voice - more like a hollow sound reverberating throughout the armor itself.
But, somehow, it becomes a single word.]
...Ven...?
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T...Terra...?
[No way...]
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[The sound is there again, briefly, but nothing is 'said' like before - instead, the armor slowly climbs to its feet. Once it's there, it simply stands still and looms there.]
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It didn't say anything this time, but it did stand up and sort of make a noise when he said the name-- was it responding to that...?]
Terra? [Said with a bit more confidence this time.] Terra is that you?
[Come ooon, answer him...!]
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...
[It can't seem to muster another answer. Instead, it crosses a few steps forward to Ven, leaving the keyblade it had held onto temporarily behind.
...It gives in to the urge to reach out, and attempts to ruffle Ven's hair.]
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Terra...!!
[He didn't back away this time, looking up at the armor while his voice sounded like it might crack.]
Wh-- What happened to you?!
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...Xehanort.
[The response this time comes much easier, nearly fast - a lot louder. If you were to attribute emotion to something that wasn't able to be called a human voice anymore, this would be 'angry.']
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[Less of a question, and more parroting the answer. Was this the result of their battle on top of the cliff...?
Ven didn't claim to understand it, but he had always had a bit of a habit of imitation when it came to Terra; so it wasn't long before he was angry himself.]
Don't worry, I'll-- I'll find a way to fix it! I promise...!
[Ignore the fact that he has no idea what he's saying or doing.]
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[It's hard for it to keep moving and speaking for long, when there isn't a battle to still fight looming right ahead. The armor slowly retreats to where Ends of the Earth is still lodged into the ground, to use it as support. But Ven's still there, so going back to full rest isn't an option.]
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Ultimately, she had been taken by a light. An advancing light that seemed to have crept up on her, after not seeing it for so long. The light brought her back to the end, where all those fallen Keyblade wielders lie.
She wanders once more, noting how the evidence of their battle has faded over the years. Everything is in the same place, but everything shows its age. Footprints have been erased. Dust has settled over the cloud of Keyblades. Chunks of earth have fallen off of the raised rock faces that Xehanort created.
As it turns out, there is something else that seems to be in the same place, too.
Aqua squints at the shape of the armor. Many times during her journey through the darkness, she'd wondered if it was the shape of a person in the distance that she was seeing. It never was. So she's equally as convinced that her mind must be playing tricks on her.
So she approaches the armor, cautiously. It shouldn't really be sitting upright like that. She doesn't speak to it -- what's the use? -- but when she's close enough, she reaches out to try and set a hand on the helmet, searching for proof that her eyes are not deceiving her.]
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...Aqua...
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He hates the Graveyard. The wind is howling in his ears, the sand stings his face, and the hundreds of dead Keyblades littered all over the ground make his heart ache with sorrow.
But as much as he hates the Keyblade Graveyard, and what happened the last time he was here, he hates the black garb of Organization XIII even more.
Time to get this over with, Terra.]
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The armor isn't all that excited about being reclaimed.
It's impossible not to sense another living being appearing, as long as it's been since there has been one - and the most likely identity of the visitor is something that brings the Lingering Will kicking into wakefulness.]
...Me...?
No.
..Xeha, nort.
[This would be the last mistake Xehanort would ever make. Why he would come here is a mystery - to gloat? To see if the Will had managed to sustain, all this time?
It's all irrelevant. The armor stands up before Terra, pulls the Ends of the Earth from the spot it's long rested in - and points it threateningly at him. It's all the warning he'll have.]
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Hint: It's not Roxas.]
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...yeah. And here without party members, even? This is gonna hurt.]
Aqua, Ven... Keyblade...? Who are you...?
[It's not exactly words Sora's hearing, but not exactly indecipherable. Something on the edge of what the brain can interpret, backed with a steel bite. Despite the words Sora's prompted forth from it, the armor has yet to bunch an inch.]
...I can feel it. We have met before. But when...?
...No. It isn't you. It isn't you that I have chosen. Why isn't it him?
[The pieces are coming together. This has to be someone he knows. There's really only one option left, isn't there?]
Xe..ha..nort. Is that you? Xeha, nort...
[It has to be.]
Xehanort!
[Oh hey look at that, the armor's getting up.]
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Wait, y'know Xehanort?
[He's not taking a step backward, nor is he taking a step forward. All he's doing right now is summoning his Keyblade and getting into a battle stance. Who knows what this stranger's gonna do after all?]
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For Xehanort, I know only hatred.
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The camera jumps around dramatically for a while, as the battle still has yet to start.]no subject
...Um, hello? I'm not Xehanort, really.
[Get your head straight, tin can.]
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He's going to attack over a big case.]
I won't be fooled by you anymore!
[Cue the music as he says that, and dashes forward for an opening attack - the fight is officially on.]
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[Without even thinking, his body moved, bringing his Keyblade up in order to block the incoming attack-!]
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first fight in a decade and he immediately gets blocked reallybefore he attempts to pick back up on the onslaught.]no subject
Reflect!
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Still, Xion will quietly approach the armor, curious and confused, not sure what it is.
After exploring this place, maybe she'll try to make a corridor out to see any of the other worlds.]
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People never came here. The Keyblade Graveyard was less than an afterthought in the memories of every other world, a blasted-out shell of a land to match its only inhabitant.
So it was major confusion that sole inhabitant felt, when he nearly thought someone else was there - but the sense didn't stay. That flickering moment was enough not to ignore, though. Whether it would just be imploring the open air or not, he asks the question-]
...Is someone there...?
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Um... yeah. Who are you?
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...
['Who are you' was a good question, indeed. It would feel like a lie to say 'Terra.']
...A leftover feeling. From long ago.
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Do I... know you from somewhere?
just gonna abuse the same few icons til i amass a decent amount
I'm... unsure.
[It may be best to just ask.]
Do you know the name 'Terra...?'