[video] 2/4 I LIED BECAUSE OF STUPID CHARACTER LIMITSlimitless_landOctober 11 2011, 09:12:51 UTC
[Suddenly he was falling. Falling... but to where? He was so weary, he couldn't quite open his eyes until he felt as though something were about to crush him completely. Darkness... It was tightening its grip on him almost as if it were afraid it would lose a heart that it had won from the Light. It was familiar, but it never was this bad before... Was it because of his-?
Yet the Coat and false appearance disappear in the brilliance of the light that came into being as his feet touched down on what first seems to be sand, only to change into stained glass of many nostalgic hues when he steps forward. The colors dimly lit the area he found himself in once again-one he always fell in while he dreamt, but wasn't he awake-? The voices outside echo in his mind as if they're ghosts: Aqua's kindness, Katsu's similar determination, Tsukasa's aide, Mami's method of knocking some sense into his head, Amaterasu's mother-like and heavenly aura... Her red markings...
Sora's peaceful, sleeping face. Kairi's warm smile. That stranger's once-blurry appearance... It's all there, in the faint glow coming from the platform of his soul.
"We have waited for you, Riku."
"Who's there?" Riku looks up and all about him, but sees nothing but black and mist. "And what are you doing in my-?"
"Outside this tiny world... Is a much bigger one."
Riku blinks, but nods. Three items appear about him, and he glances at each of them. He can see himself in each of them, and as "Voice" speaks up again, he suddenly understands why.
"The power sleeps within you, still. Should you give it form, it shall give you the strength you need..." These weapons... They're a part of his heart? No, more like aspects of it. "Choose well."
He doesn't even think about it, walking right toward the third object. The boy can see it within his mind's eye: himself jumping between Sora, creating a barrier between him and the assailant. This was the power he had sought all along: to be the shield his friends and those who would ever try to hurt him again. As his hand approaches the metal, he can hear one thing very clearly:
"In your hand, take this Key. So long as you have the makings..."
"The power of the Guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all. Is this the power you seek?"
A smile crosses his weary lips. He knew that is what he still desires; to protect those who mattered most to him... yet now it's so much greater. He wants to protect everyone from the threat on their second or third home and the forces that had once claimed him; to never fear the voice at the back of his head. The answer's a resounding, "Yes."
"Then through this simple act of taking, it's Wielder you shall one day be."
"Now what will you give up in exchange?"
Tired eyes look at both objects that remain. In the second, closest object-he could see himself causing large earthquakes, untold amounts of earth rising up from the ground as pillars, strong spells and a fierce determination etched across his face. Would he give that aspect of himself up, or-? ... He stared the only other object; it was sharp, unyielding. A sneer crossed that self's lips as he cut down any and all in his path. Yet it wasn't his eyes behind it-there was no warmth, no kindness from his old self.
"This is who you are meant to be, Riku. Who you truly are!" came the voice he always dreads to hear; one he fought so long to cause to fade entirely from his Heart yet could never shake off. Without a second doubt, he takes the final steps toward the object he knew would change the fates of countless others. He isn't a killer, and this would prove it in his mind.
Yet the Coat and false appearance disappear in the brilliance of the light that came into being as his feet touched down on what first seems to be sand, only to change into stained glass of many nostalgic hues when he steps forward. The colors dimly lit the area he found himself in once again-one he always fell in while he dreamt, but wasn't he awake-? The voices outside echo in his mind as if they're ghosts: Aqua's kindness, Katsu's similar determination, Tsukasa's aide, Mami's method of knocking some sense into his head, Amaterasu's mother-like and heavenly aura... Her red markings...
Sora's peaceful, sleeping face. Kairi's warm smile. That stranger's once-blurry appearance... It's all there, in the faint glow coming from the platform of his soul.
"We have waited for you, Riku."
"Who's there?" Riku looks up and all about him, but sees nothing but black and mist. "And what are you doing in my-?"
"Outside this tiny world... Is a much bigger one."
Riku blinks, but nods. Three items appear about him, and he glances at each of them. He can see himself in each of them, and as "Voice" speaks up again, he suddenly understands why.
"The power sleeps within you, still. Should you give it form, it shall give you the strength you need..." These weapons... They're a part of his heart? No, more like aspects of it. "Choose well."
He doesn't even think about it, walking right toward the third object. The boy can see it within his mind's eye: himself jumping between Sora, creating a barrier between him and the assailant. This was the power he had sought all along: to be the shield his friends and those who would ever try to hurt him again. As his hand approaches the metal, he can hear one thing very clearly:
"In your hand, take this Key. So long as you have the makings..."
"The power of the Guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all. Is this the power you seek?"
A smile crosses his weary lips. He knew that is what he still desires; to protect those who mattered most to him... yet now it's so much greater. He wants to protect everyone from the threat on their second or third home and the forces that had once claimed him; to never fear the voice at the back of his head. The answer's a resounding, "Yes."
"Then through this simple act of taking, it's Wielder you shall one day be."
"Now what will you give up in exchange?"
Tired eyes look at both objects that remain. In the second, closest object-he could see himself causing large earthquakes, untold amounts of earth rising up from the ground as pillars, strong spells and a fierce determination etched across his face. Would he give that aspect of himself up, or-? ... He stared the only other object; it was sharp, unyielding. A sneer crossed that self's lips as he cut down any and all in his path. Yet it wasn't his eyes behind it-there was no warmth, no kindness from his old self.
"This is who you are meant to be, Riku. Who you truly are!" came the voice he always dreads to hear; one he fought so long to cause to fade entirely from his Heart yet could never shake off. Without a second doubt, he takes the final steps toward the object he knew would change the fates of countless others. He isn't a killer, and this would prove it in his mind.
"And you will find me, friend."]
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