action & prose; open; ☀/☾
Who: Aqua; OPEN.
What: After exploring the city and dealing with some major frustration, Aqua finds herself at the beach at the end of a very, very, very disappointing third day in the City of Dreams. She's been at this constantly. Hasn't even returned to the house yet.
Where: Some quieter section of the beach.
When: Late in the day, approaching sunset.
Warnings: None right off the bat except perhaps BBS spoilers. Unless your name is Vanitas. :I
It seemed to be about that time.
All things considered, Aqua was generally (under both usual and unusual circumstances) a calm, level-headed individual. Embarking on the sort of journey that she had taken on under the orders of her Master had truly placed her in a colorful array of unfortunate and high-stress situations ...
... But this particular brand of entrapment within the City of Dreams had really begun to grate on her capacity to contain her frustration.
The forced silence of the night, the rigid mask laws of the day -- Those nuisances were all patiently taken in stride, considering the outlandish magic and landscapes of other worlds she had both visited and dreamed of visiting. Considering what she'd heard about a place called Wonderland, the reigning king and queen seemed... relatively low-key. Though... she was sure the information she'd gathered was probably biased.
The residents in and of themselves were something a Keyblade Master just had to marvel at. Never had a phenomenon such as the one within the City of Dreams occurred within recorded history; Only Keyblade wielders and those chosen few who had been charged with protecting the order of the fragmented World had the capability to shift from one realm to the next. To move such a vast quantity of people from such far-reaching segments of the universe was absolutely unheard of. It was positively diabolical, to be sure, but definitely something to take into consideration.
What had driven her to the calm sound of the waves against the shoreline was her third failed attempt to open up the Lanes Between. There was no way -- not even for the capable hands of a Master -- to escape the stubborn grasp of the city.
Aqua remained motionless where she stood just as silent and reverent as a statue in the sand, donning the mask upon which she'd been so generously bestowed, staring cheerlessly into the eastward horizon. She'd been struck down. That had been her final memory before her arrival into the city... and she had no way of knowing what in the World had become of her friends.
Not that she would ever wish the sort of ill-fated imprisonment on anybody she cared for, but... even the curiously enchanted mirror had nothing to offer in the way of her wayward companions.
Being 'stuck' was not the difficult part. Being shrouded in uncertainty, however...
What: After exploring the city and dealing with some major frustration, Aqua finds herself at the beach at the end of a very, very, very disappointing third day in the City of Dreams. She's been at this constantly. Hasn't even returned to the house yet.
Where: Some quieter section of the beach.
When: Late in the day, approaching sunset.
Warnings: None right off the bat except perhaps BBS spoilers. Unless your name is Vanitas. :I
It seemed to be about that time.
All things considered, Aqua was generally (under both usual and unusual circumstances) a calm, level-headed individual. Embarking on the sort of journey that she had taken on under the orders of her Master had truly placed her in a colorful array of unfortunate and high-stress situations ...
... But this particular brand of entrapment within the City of Dreams had really begun to grate on her capacity to contain her frustration.
The forced silence of the night, the rigid mask laws of the day -- Those nuisances were all patiently taken in stride, considering the outlandish magic and landscapes of other worlds she had both visited and dreamed of visiting. Considering what she'd heard about a place called Wonderland, the reigning king and queen seemed... relatively low-key. Though... she was sure the information she'd gathered was probably biased.
The residents in and of themselves were something a Keyblade Master just had to marvel at. Never had a phenomenon such as the one within the City of Dreams occurred within recorded history; Only Keyblade wielders and those chosen few who had been charged with protecting the order of the fragmented World had the capability to shift from one realm to the next. To move such a vast quantity of people from such far-reaching segments of the universe was absolutely unheard of. It was positively diabolical, to be sure, but definitely something to take into consideration.
What had driven her to the calm sound of the waves against the shoreline was her third failed attempt to open up the Lanes Between. There was no way -- not even for the capable hands of a Master -- to escape the stubborn grasp of the city.
Aqua remained motionless where she stood just as silent and reverent as a statue in the sand, donning the mask upon which she'd been so generously bestowed, staring cheerlessly into the eastward horizon. She'd been struck down. That had been her final memory before her arrival into the city... and she had no way of knowing what in the World had become of her friends.
Not that she would ever wish the sort of ill-fated imprisonment on anybody she cared for, but... even the curiously enchanted mirror had nothing to offer in the way of her wayward companions.
Being 'stuck' was not the difficult part. Being shrouded in uncertainty, however...