(continued from this thread)Naminé had expected to see the familiar blue sky stretching above a canopy of grass and mushrooms, the normal Wonderland sky that she had seen in Sora's memories and in Castle Oblivion. She didn't really think Riku had ended up here, but it was the closest world to Traverse Town, and she already knew that Riku was no ( Read more... )

Naminé really wished that she had learned to use the Dark Corrider. Riku had learned to do it, and the ability seemed natural to the members of the Organization, but Naminé had always feared it. Her fear only grew when she witnessed it's true destructive nature, when she lost Riku on that fateful day ( Read more... )

Now that she had a taste for the world outside, Naminé could say for certain that she found the Castle fairly boring. Zexion and Xigbar, she assumed, had duties to attend to. And she had failed rather spectaculary at being friendly towards River. The witch did feel guilty for the distress she made the other girl go through - so much for a warm ( Read more... )

To be labeled a failure was far worse than the kiss of Death itself, or at least to the eyes of a Nobody. For failure meant that they either haven’t tried hard enough, or that their hardest simply wasn’t enough. And when a life so fragile relied on nothing more than Hope, failure acted as a parasite that left a Nobody weak ( Read more... )

The first thing that Axel had done the moment his form appeared in the Kitchen was slide a gloved hand along the counter surface, making a small face one could guess was a grimace at the layers of dust caked on the leather ( Read more... )

It was hard to say what dragged the boy to this place. There was no need be there, that much was for certain. Excuses were simple enough to come up with - the world was more diverse than most. There was plenty of information to be found if one knew where to look. Of course, that excuse in particular would do Roxas no good. He wasn't searching for ( Read more... )

Only when the sounds of life are muffled by the silence of your thoughts are you truly dead.These words were what swarmed in his mind, what he took to heart for as long as he could remember. It was because it was a constant reminder of the painful truth that all Nobodies had to suffer. And no dead person was in this much pain; no matter how hard ( Read more... )

Suckers, Faye thought with a confident smirk as she flung open the door from the hotel. She didn't feel guilty for her actions. Not a bit. It was disappointing that the Investment had woken up before expected, and it was even more unfortunate that she hadn't been able to ditch the blue-haired man earlier in her business venture. What was his ( Read more... )

There was something passive about knowing that there was another soul in the Castle other than himself and his Superior besides the usual inhabitants. The space didn’t seem as empty, yet he knew very well that the man in question was far from welcome in his eyes. It was enough produce a kind of half sneer on his face as he lay back on his bed in ( Read more... )

Zexion did not immediately return to his room as he intended. After leaving the Superior he lingered in the hallways, just wondering the corridors and following that unique scent that was so obvious in a place like Castle Oblivion. Outside it had always been a cacophony of things, too many scents to sort through, each one of them meaning even less ( Read more... )