Holding hands, we're lost in the fog but we're sure of one thing...

[biggestnobody]

Who: Riku (biggestnobody), Sakura Haruno (sucker_punches), Haruka Doumeki (smoke_koan), Shizuka Doumeki (eicureanshield), Kimihiro Watanuki (confinedintime), Xion (recidivated), Sora (fightswithkeys), OPEN
When: Fog Event day 2, midday
Where: Outlander Community Block, apartments entrance
Format: Paragraph
What: Retrieving Sora. After this and this. Unfortunately, the only way to do that is to brave the fog again...
Warnings: This is

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[sucker_punches]

Sakura doesn't hesitate as she steps out into the thickening fog. It's the middle of the day but the mist is so thick that her visibility is extremely poor; still, she doesn't pause, doesn't think of turning back inside. Oh, she's more than aware of the danger she's putting herself in, but she has trained the flight instinct from her and has learned to thrive on the pounding in her heart, the adrenaline that is already beginning to find its way through her system.

Because she thinks she feels the sharp bite of lightning, the heat of demon chakra, like blood in the air. Already.

She shudders, clenches her fists.

Not real, she reminds herself. You can overcome this.

Sakura takes off at a run toward the Door, repeatedly telling herself that the slightest sounds of metal meeting metal is not real, not real, not real.

[smoke_koan]

The fog was one of the most dangerous energies he had encountered in his lifetime - including the time he's spent after he died. Haruka shielded his face as he walked, concentrating on containing his powers close to him. He could feel it flickering in the mist as a cloak would to the wind - it frayed at the edges, pulling at his control

[epicureanshield]

It was getting thicker out, the mist cloying in at the edges of his senses as he moved briskly behind his grandfather, his hand wrapped tightly around Watanuki's wrist as if to keep him from getting lost. Partly, the contact was for himself, since the mist seemed to latch onto his fear of failing, his fear of missing something he shouldn't be missing. Every now and again, the breaths he took smelled of blood and the smoky smell that had lingered in Yuuko's shop, he could hear screams in the distance, and it was only the fact that he held securely to Watanuki's wrist that could convince him the screams weren't real

[confinedintime]

He had started in on a fit. Not a childish one where he stomps and flails and cries, but a demanding on at the younger Doumeki. It was dangerous out there! He didn’t want them out there on their own! It was… better if he went to help, right? It was better if there were more of them to help

[recidivated]

From the day she arrived, Xion had already become wary of the various phenomenons native to Anatole. One, of course, was to stay away from the mysterious mist that surrounded the city at all costs. But now, everything was going against what she'd been told--the miasma had pervaded every nook and cranny of Anatole, including the apartment she had been staying in

i'm a loser and i wrote a novel

[fightswithkeys]

"Riku!" The cry rang out across the fog-filled street as Sora stood there, keyblade drawn and aimed at what appeared as nothing but more fog to anyone else. The normally strong willed boy was trembling slightly, his expression hurt and betrayed even as he stared at the image of his two best friends, one of which looked annoyed, and the other smiling at him with something like pity. "Kairi

[biggestnobody]

He sped up, shuddering when Ansem's voice grew louder, congratulating him with his accomplishments. It was almost a small blessing that Ansem never appeared to him here, hasn't taken over his body, and hasn't done anything with it.

But the alternative was worse. Under his eyelids, he could still remember Kairi's blood spilling over his blade and down to his hands and arms, warm and gloriously, sickeningly red. And blue, blue eyes, staring at him in utter betrayal.

Riku shuddered, biting down hard on his clothed wrist to distract himself from the visions. They weren't true, they weren't true.

But Riku was never a savior, and he didn't know if he could save Sora, much less from himself. And Sora... Sora was far more capable than he.

Shoulders trembling with the imagined cloth of his Dark Form, Riku rushed to the door, reaching out with his senses and scented sweet flowers.