004 Charms [Action//Accidental Video]
[It had been three days since Terra left for Agrabah. Three days where anything could've happened to him. Three days of Aqua left alone with her thoughts and feelings.
Worry ate at her heart, making it difficult to sleep at night. Books that once offered comfort were a maze of words. Printed text looked as though it was written in a language she couldn't understand. Her mind couldn't focus long enough to decrypt those symbols to absorb the information. Aqua's literally sanctuary was out of her reach. Still, she had to keep herself moving, to keep herself from unraveling.
She heads over to the track and field with the sun nearly gone. She's wearing sweatpants and a jacket with her hair pulled into a low ponytail. It hasn't hit her just yet how long her hair's gotten, but that's the least of her worries.
Once the young woman is in the middle of the field her hand out stretches then curls into a fist. There's a magical outline of body as spheres of light appear on the field, sitting there defenseless. In a series of graceful, premise movements, she calls her keyblade to her hand and charges at those balls of light. Here is where her mind can focus; on the battlefield, charging at her 'enemies' with force and magic.
Yet, as time moves on her movements falter becoming choppy and rough. There's no grace to her attacks or spirit. Aqua's letting her emotions bleed through her attacks, but she doesn't notice. Nor does she notice the dry tear or two on her cheeks. She won't take notice until those spheres of her own design are destroyed or until she wears herself out.
The communicator falls out of her pocket, turning on for a brief moment to show whoever is watching her dash forward, summoning her reflective barrier to push away a sphere of light and damaging it in the process. The feed only lasts for a few seconds before turning off.]
Worry ate at her heart, making it difficult to sleep at night. Books that once offered comfort were a maze of words. Printed text looked as though it was written in a language she couldn't understand. Her mind couldn't focus long enough to decrypt those symbols to absorb the information. Aqua's literally sanctuary was out of her reach. Still, she had to keep herself moving, to keep herself from unraveling.
She heads over to the track and field with the sun nearly gone. She's wearing sweatpants and a jacket with her hair pulled into a low ponytail. It hasn't hit her just yet how long her hair's gotten, but that's the least of her worries.
Once the young woman is in the middle of the field her hand out stretches then curls into a fist. There's a magical outline of body as spheres of light appear on the field, sitting there defenseless. In a series of graceful, premise movements, she calls her keyblade to her hand and charges at those balls of light. Here is where her mind can focus; on the battlefield, charging at her 'enemies' with force and magic.
Yet, as time moves on her movements falter becoming choppy and rough. There's no grace to her attacks or spirit. Aqua's letting her emotions bleed through her attacks, but she doesn't notice. Nor does she notice the dry tear or two on her cheeks. She won't take notice until those spheres of her own design are destroyed or until she wears herself out.
The communicator falls out of her pocket, turning on for a brief moment to show whoever is watching her dash forward, summoning her reflective barrier to push away a sphere of light and damaging it in the process. The feed only lasts for a few seconds before turning off.]