Who: James and Harry When: Saturday night Where: Biodome Summary: The two of them have been at odds all week about their supposed friends. Rating: PG, perhaps a bit more Warnings: Fantasy violence!
Though he didn't yet know it, James was being watched. Harry waited, in the branches of a nearby tree, watching. It was all down to this, unfortunately. Time was short, and his mission was worth any number of lives.
"Looks like it. And this is the face of a puppet master, then? I wonder, is this what you really look like, or are you an illusion as well?"
Harry's knuckles whitened around his staff, every muscle tense. He didn't know how hard, how fast James would be when things went bad, and he had a feeling he didn't want to find out. Dammit, this was stupid.
He gritted his teeth. It had to be done. For Sora, for Riku, and for all the worlds that couldn't be saved without the power of the keyblade's chosen.
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He dropped down, staff in hand.
"You."
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Harry's knuckles whitened around his staff, every muscle tense. He didn't know how hard, how fast James would be when things went bad, and he had a feeling he didn't want to find out. Dammit, this was stupid.
He gritted his teeth. It had to be done. For Sora, for Riku, and for all the worlds that couldn't be saved without the power of the keyblade's chosen.
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He moves to his feet, backing away from him, the Buster dragging along the ground.
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