Haunted by hatred, haunted by guilt; I can't focus on anything but this one oath
WHO: lingeringhatred and so very OPEN
WHERE: Somewhere in the City
WHEN: Evening of October, 4th
WARNINGS: Angst, very potential violence, loads of TLDR and spoilers for BBS
SUMMARY: Terra has landed in another world and given back his body just like that, which is really more than suspicious in it's own. Also, there is a lot of darkness in this world. Everything/-one related to darkness is obviously co-related to Xehanort. Three guesses, who Terra is now off to hunt down.
FORMAT: Starting with Para, but if Quicklog is your thing go ahead!
Thinking about it made him realise just how much he had forgotten.
The way one's senses work, how powerful sound and smell and sight and touch could be - how very overwhelming they are now that he hadn't had them for so long (and he wasn't even sure how long it had been… it must have been years, but in the end time had stopped mattering long ago).
Then there were the people. God, was he glad when he stumbled out of the masses into a smaller, quieter alley and made his way from here into a less populated area. Just how could so many people exist in a street, in a world - Terra wasn't certain if he had ever seen something like this before. Probably not, but he couldn't be sure…
Then again that wasn't the question. The question he needed to ask, he needed to get answered… What was he doing here? More importantly: What was he doing here, having his body?
Had… had it all been a dream, perhaps? Fighting Xehanort; losing his heart, his body to him; just being able to push a part of himself, of his will, into the armor; staying so very long in that desolate world, waiting… had it all been just a mere nightmare? … No, it couldn't be… he wouldn't be feeling this hollow, this void of any true emotion, if that was the case. No, this was definitely real. And that was one of the few things he could be certain of.
The other thing he was certain off, was the struggle of light and dark he felt in this world - strong, clashing, just barely in balance as if in a tug-war with each other. And it felt like that could change at any minute.
'Why…?' he wondered, why had he ended up in this world, why in his body like had been before he had fallen into Xehanort's trap, what was wrong with this world? Who had this person been that had greeted him, who had mocked him a hero? Had it been Maleficent (he could barely remember her sly voice in his memory, laughing at him, pushing him the darkness)? Was this darkness he felt her? Was it Xehanort? Were they working together? Or was it someone else?
But then, who else could it be? Who else had the power, knew enough about the worlds and the darkness to wield them? Why move him, Terra, here? Was Xehanort trying to avoid another confrontation?
So many questions…
Only one way to find an answer. Xehanort… he had to find him. Had to destroy him, no matter the costs. That had been his mission all along and whether he was cast into his body or his armor didn't make much of a difference.
Glaring ahead, Terra pushed forward through the streets, focusing on this one goal, muttering the name of his enemy under his breath like a never ending mantra.
"Xehanort…"
WHERE: Somewhere in the City
WHEN: Evening of October, 4th
WARNINGS: Angst, very potential violence, loads of TLDR and spoilers for BBS
SUMMARY: Terra has landed in another world and given back his body just like that, which is really more than suspicious in it's own. Also, there is a lot of darkness in this world. Everything/-one related to darkness is obviously co-related to Xehanort. Three guesses, who Terra is now off to hunt down.
FORMAT: Starting with Para, but if Quicklog is your thing go ahead!
Thinking about it made him realise just how much he had forgotten.
The way one's senses work, how powerful sound and smell and sight and touch could be - how very overwhelming they are now that he hadn't had them for so long (and he wasn't even sure how long it had been… it must have been years, but in the end time had stopped mattering long ago).
Then there were the people. God, was he glad when he stumbled out of the masses into a smaller, quieter alley and made his way from here into a less populated area. Just how could so many people exist in a street, in a world - Terra wasn't certain if he had ever seen something like this before. Probably not, but he couldn't be sure…
Then again that wasn't the question. The question he needed to ask, he needed to get answered… What was he doing here? More importantly: What was he doing here, having his body?
Had… had it all been a dream, perhaps? Fighting Xehanort; losing his heart, his body to him; just being able to push a part of himself, of his will, into the armor; staying so very long in that desolate world, waiting… had it all been just a mere nightmare? … No, it couldn't be… he wouldn't be feeling this hollow, this void of any true emotion, if that was the case. No, this was definitely real. And that was one of the few things he could be certain of.
The other thing he was certain off, was the struggle of light and dark he felt in this world - strong, clashing, just barely in balance as if in a tug-war with each other. And it felt like that could change at any minute.
'Why…?' he wondered, why had he ended up in this world, why in his body like had been before he had fallen into Xehanort's trap, what was wrong with this world? Who had this person been that had greeted him, who had mocked him a hero? Had it been Maleficent (he could barely remember her sly voice in his memory, laughing at him, pushing him the darkness)? Was this darkness he felt her? Was it Xehanort? Were they working together? Or was it someone else?
But then, who else could it be? Who else had the power, knew enough about the worlds and the darkness to wield them? Why move him, Terra, here? Was Xehanort trying to avoid another confrontation?
So many questions…
Only one way to find an answer. Xehanort… he had to find him. Had to destroy him, no matter the costs. That had been his mission all along and whether he was cast into his body or his armor didn't make much of a difference.
Glaring ahead, Terra pushed forward through the streets, focusing on this one goal, muttering the name of his enemy under his breath like a never ending mantra.
"Xehanort…"