12 ♥ Action; OTA + Strangelings (Backdated, if necessary)

[turntodarkness]

[Terra is gone. Mera is gone. Both running off into the Mist. And all he knows is that he's alone now. His family is scattered, lost, not easily within reach. His fears, already having arisen because of the Mist on campus among other things happening, are now amplified. They could be hurt or taken or worse. He doesn't know where his father is. He

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[strange_ling]

[As though summoned by Xehanort's despair, the Mist gathers at his feet and tugs at his ankles, its crippling cold nagging for attention.]

[turntodarkness]

[Xehanort notices it, and shudders. But he presses on, continuing to walk.]

Terra! Mera!

[They must not have gotten far, right?]

[strange_ling]

Xehanort?

[Terra's voice. The whispers from the Mist are so distracting that it's difficult to tell where it comes from -- nearby, or lurking just out of sight?]

[turntodarkness]

Terra?

[That has him stopping. Where is the voice coming from? Either way, it has his heart skipping a beat. Maybe... Maybe his brother hasn't left yet.]

[strange_ling]

[Silence meets his response, apart from the unnatural hisses carried on the same chilled breeze that lifts the hairs on the back of Xehanort's neck. The Mist is gathering thicker and thicker around him, generating a dark, unsettling fog.]

[turntodarkness]

[With no response, he simply presses onward. Even with the unsettling fog, if he heard Terra, then maybe... He coughs into a hand, wincing at the sharp pain caused.]

[strange_ling]

--anort!

[The call again, but this time farther away.

The breeze tempts him to his left, towards a dark clump of trees, the Mist seemingly pulling him in that direction ever so gently. Is that the source of the voice, perhaps?]

[turntodarkness]

[To the left. He takes off, breaking into a run despite how it hurts his lungs. There's a chance he might find his brother. A chance he might be able to keep some of his family together.]

[strange_ling]

[Darkness looms within the trees, and Terra's voice hasn't sounded again. The Mist at his heels urges Xehanort faster still, guiding him onward, into the trees where the Mist shifts and coils.]

[turntodarkness]

[And Xehanort goes. He has no reason not to, even though some part of him is screaming that he needs to be careful. But he's desperate. He wants his brother. So he continues on.]

[strange_ling]

[As Xehanort breaches the row of trees, the voice sounds again.]

There you are. I'm leaving, are you coming with me, or not?

[turntodarkness]

You told me to watch after Mera.

[It doesn't make sense. Why tell him one thing, then ask him something else now?]

[strange_ling]

Mera's leaving with us. Come on.