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ɴᴀᴛʜᴀ orbiters ❰ mod collective ❱ ([personal profile] natha) wrote in [community profile] elnyan2018-01-26 12:27 pm
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❪ test drive #4 ❫

YOUR STORY BEGINS    

The Storm came. You only remember darkness, but you don't remember much after that.

All you know, perhaps, is that it was cold. You don't know for how long you slept, but the dreams were short, at least. You remember the expanse of stars and the universe that came in view. Every world and solar system ever known was displayed in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You have also witnessed The Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. It was a dark, thick smog — ominous in appearance and ever foreboding.

Your Earth and similar planets were immersed in The Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of it. That was when she told you what happened, and how you could help. You knew that you'd be living somewhere new, even though you never asked for it. The details here weren't clear, but you knew you'd made a deal with Darma.

Not long after, you'll wake at Thesa Station — your body is still cold.

It all felt like a dream, but somehow, you knew it wasn't — now, will you keep that promise you made to Darma?
PROMPT: THE STORM    

CW: death
You were awake on Thesa Station. But at some point you, like many other new arrivals before you, wandered into the Observation Deck. Ordinarily, this is where images of The Storm are replayed to remind Refugees of the fate they have escaped.

The Natha Orbiters' technology has evolved. They are aware of your gaps in memory. You may have doubts of The Storm even existing, or of your world's destruction. Though they do not wish reliving those last moments on anyone, they have created an experience that will do just that. Before entering the Observation Deck, you are warned that what follows will not be for the weak of heart. As soon as you step in, you will find that the walls around you begin to transform and expand.

Welcome to the Planet Cespi, in the Circinus Galaxy. Unfortunately, we were not able to save this world from The Storm's Consumption. These are its last memories.

You are surrounded by blue, grassy hills as far as the eye can see and a pleasant breeze. The atmosphere is thick with a sickly sweet smell. Before you lays the scene of a quiet village, with its residents going about their everyday lives. You aren't alone, either, with an equally confused stranger (or perhaps you know each other?) surveying the scene.

Then the world grows completely silent for a full minute. You and your partner are unable to make a sound, verbal or otherwise. Without warning, a deafening roar fills your ears and forces you to double over in pain. The villagers run out of their homes in a panic, finding themselves in just as much pain and confusion as you do. Where there was no sound before, now there is too much for a normal human body to process.

Look up. An expanding mass of energy is swallowing everything you can see. It consumes the earth, the atmosphere, the depths of space — and it is getting closer.

Your only hope is to outrun it, if you can. The people in the village certainly try to, racing past you. Their fear is very real. Their bodies are very real. You may be able to run from it for a time, only able to catch glimpses of this dark and sinister force swallowing everything and everyone. The earth rumbles and separates beneath you. Electricity surges through the sky, and then through your very body.

You fought hard, but it is impossible to outrun the Storm forever. You too will be consumed. Your death is quick, but not painless. What were you thinking, before you took your last breath?

You awaken back in the Observation Deck, next to your new friend.
PROMPT: TRAINING MODULES    

While it’s all nice and well to familiarize oneself with Thesa Station, it is most advised that new arrivals venture out a bit. Not physically. No one is quite prepared for that yet. However, there will be several virtual reality training programs set for those who dare to be adventurous. For those who aren’t and don’t dare, well — good luck, all the same. Once seated and appropriately strapped in, the system will automatically whir to life.

1. When you enter the Natha's newest program, at first nothing loads. You might think this is an error as you look around in apparent total darkness, only able to see your own virtual body if you look down, but soon enough a voice comes to life as if speakers have turned on somewhere.

Long ago, the lands of El Nysa were dominated by the ancestors of the dragons who now live among the people, tamed. It was pretty dangerous! How about a little history lesson?
And then the simulation comes to life—

a. The lush lands that blossom to life around you all at once are real enough to make you forget you're in a simulation — at least for a moment. Those refugees who have been to the planet in reality before will find themselves in territory as unfamiliar as those who are brand new, as this simulation takes place far back in history. Instead of sprawling cities and civilizations, the most you'll find is scattered villages, many of them no more than nomadic campsites at best. You've been outfitted to blend in with the natives and these simulated people won't react to you as a newcomer, but as a member of their village. Are you a doctor, or perhaps a warrior? Maybe you're even in charge! But they want your help, and they want it quickly: a dragon is coming.

The dragon is larger than the mount-sized breeds that exist on El Nysa today — much larger. It's a good six stories in height, bestial, and angry. Maybe it's then that you notice the lands that surround you are littered with scars of scorched earth, some of them several yards across, and there's a reason these people don't live in one place for very long. But don't linger too long on the makeshift grave markers sticking out of the burnt countryside — the dragon is coming.



b. If you're looking for something a little less violent, perhaps another area of the historic simulation will be up your alley. This one finds you on a cliffside, waiting among other villagers for an event the people are talking about in hushed whispers, some of which you can identify as prayer. When the white dragon raises its head up from the depths of the ravine, towering impossibly high over you and the others on the cliffside, it's no wonder most of the natives fall to their knees in awe and wonder. This dragon doesn't attack, only looks at the people on land with an ancient and strange wisdom.

Then it speaks. Not in words, but the low rumbling sound that starts in its throat and becomes a full trumpeting bellow to the sky seems to have meaning, and somehow, you can understand its cry as it entreats the people to praise and worship. The natives around you are already starting to give offerings with their prayers, food and carvings and — blood? Is that someone's arm being offered up?

That's different.



2. Let us now travel forward in time, shall we?

a. The Olympian settlement around you is quiet — until the screaming starts.

Guerilla fighters from Wyver flood the streets, knocking civilians aside and breaking down doors and windows when they find their way barred. They move methodically, advancing toward the nicer parts of town where the politicians reside and leaving terror in their wake.

They're here for the politicians, people say. They're here to punish the people who made the decision to advance into Wyver in the first place. Blood for blood, as the saying goes. Where they'll be taking them once they have them is anyone's guess. A soldier emerges from a building, dragging someone in elegant clothing out by the hair. Looks like they've found one.

Will you rescue them? Make a run for it yourself, lest you be mistaken for one of their targets? Or maybe they've already caught you and some other unfortunate Refugee who's been dropped into this simulation, and the two of you need to figure out a way to escape.

b. CW: branding
You find yourself in the midst of a bustling crowd gathered at the Temple of Thesa. Robed acolytes stoke fires on either side of the altar at the front of the temple, where miserable-looking people who seem to be from a village in Wyver await, bound in ropes.

The priest, at the front of the crowd, picks up a metal brand from the altar and gestures for another acolyte to bring a prisoner forward. The crowd watches with interest as the prisoner is forced to kneel in front of the altar, their arm laid out flat on the marble surface.

Another cry — "For the glory of Olympia!" — and the crest of the city is burned into the prisoner's arm.

The crowd cheers, deafening the cries of pain. The priest ushers forward another prisoner, and then another. Is that a familiar face you see in the lineup, thrust into this bit of history by the simulation's whims? You have to do something. Or are you unlucky enough to find yourself bound? ...Well, hopefully someone else in the crowd has more scruples than this priest.
3. And now, the present.



After all those enlightening scenes, the simulation finally brings you to a more quiet area of Olympia. You are deposited out somewhere in The Outlook, a place the very first group of refugees had to trudge through before they found their homes. You've arrived in the early evening — but sunlight is waning, and soon you'll be under a sky full of stars. Luckily, their old campsites aren't too overgrown.

The intention here is to get you familiar with some of the local flora and fauna. What sorts of plants will you encounter? Do you find yourself under a Verillum Tree, suddenly compelled to be painfully honest and truthful in conversation with a complete stranger? Find yourself behaving erratically in the presence of Whistleweed? Or perhaps you'll have to break the spell of being trapped in a Vena Amoris' vines... with a kiss.

PROMPT: STASIS UNIT    

You have found the massive section of Thesa known as the Stasis Unit. There’s no special access required to enter this part of Thesa Station, but refugees are warned that it may not be for the faint of heart. Here, in large pods that nearly cover every square inch of the space, are all of the people the Orbiters have managed to rescue. Your loved ones, your greatest enemy, your next door neighbor — you might find them here. These people are in a state of deep cryosleep. Due to the damaging effects of The Storm, their bodies are not yet ready to be awoken.

PROMPT: OMAGE    
Upon receiving your mobile phone, you will be asked to set a username. Voila, you can now access the network! You can choose to send a message to the entire network, specific usernames, or you can try out the Orbiters’ service, Omage, which connects you to a random user. They thought this might be a good way for their new guests to make friends with each other...
Connecting to server...
Looking for someone you can chat with...
You’re now chatting with [username]... Say hi!


PROMPT: WILDCARD    
You are welcome to write any scenarios in Thesa Station! Characters have been granted temporary access to the Observation Room, and are encouraged to study it carefully.

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bornofgods: (pic#11994422)

[personal profile] bornofgods 2018-02-24 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Reinhardt is correct, he has been indulged in a great many surprises since his arrival. Though he is not so removed from the annals of history, but that is hardly something he cares to explain at this point in time. ]

I see. Similarly, I can be contacted on the network by my name, Ozymandias. I will reach out in the rare instances that I find myself seeking assistance.

[ What he deems as ‘rare’ may very well turn out to be ‘frequent’ indeed. Tapping the end of his staff against the ground, his head cranes from left to right, seeking the exit, before he moves to make his way out and into the open of Thesa Station. ]

Yes, it is high time for my departure. There is no need for either of us to dally here any longer.
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[personal profile] bornofgods 2018-02-24 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Not a woman that revels in surprises, are you?

[ She yearns everything to be spelled out to her. Ozymandias does not blame her, and although he has the tendency to play games as a bored King is wont to do, this isn’t the time nor place. And neither is Bazett one of his chosen victims.

A few grandiose gestures later, and she will feel the result of his own ability fall upon her. ]


Feel my power course through your veins. [ He pronounces boldly, without shame. ] Now, let us confront our enemy outside this village, if we’re not to be outmaneuvered strategically.
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[personal profile] earthy 2018-02-24 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh, Riku told him about-- what huh what.]

What?

[What???]

You... You're saying... [Is he saying...? He can't be saying... But he is, he's saying...

Terra closes the gap between them in one quick movement and grabs Sora by the shoulder.]


Where did we fight? And when? Recently?

[It has to be recently, right? Like within a couple years of Sora's time?]
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[personal profile] bornofgods 2018-02-24 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps this weariness is typical for your kind. If you were witness to any of my feats, you would understand my reaction.

[ With all that justification aside, dramatics is simply a key part of his personality. But, he does understand that… whining is unseemly, despite his intense desire to do exactly that.

Towards her offer of food, he nods. ]


There is nothing better than feasting after sport, is there? I graciously accept.
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[personal profile] reek 2018-02-24 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
“Aye, a handful,” he admits, gaze cold. “Mostly a pack of Starks, but there are others.”

Himself included, though he doesn’t look a Stark, and the bitter smile and golden krakens he’s taken care to see emblazoned onto his clothing tell enough of a tale as to who he might be. Still, he doesn't know who Renly is, and that mistrust has begun to sneak into his tone.

“Some of us find him to be a difficult man to forget.”
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[personal profile] happylocksmith 2018-02-24 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey! If you wanted some you coulda asked instead of just taking it," Sora pouts, curling a protective arm around his plate.

He holds the grumpy expression for a moment longer before shrugging with a laugh. It's one of those things. Friends steal their friends food, it's how it goes. It's just... one of those unwritten rules. He's relieved that Lea feels comfortable enough with him to go for it.

But then Lea mentions Castle Oblivion and Sora sets his fork down. He almost wishes they didn't have to do this now that they're getting along, there's a lot of difficult things he's going to have to tell him and honestly, the sooner he tells him everything, the easier it's going to be.

It's just not going to be easy in the telling.

Sora picks up his fork, carefully takes another mouthful of purple bacon mash and chews thoughtfully. He could drag this out, try some of Lea's sour glitter soup and discuss the intricacies of alien cuisine, but that's not going to do either of them any favours.

"I don't want to fight either. You saved my life. And... you're Roxas' best friend. I can't change what's happened, but I'm going to do whatever it takes to fix things." He pokes the prongs of his fork into the mash, leaving indents behind. "I don't remember what happened. Riku's told me a lot of things, and I needed to thank Naminé... but I still don't know everything. I know my memories were broken, I know they needed to be fixed and I needed to sleep until they were."

He sets his fork down and looks at Lea, his face open and earnest.

"I know the Organization did some bad things but I can't... I know you're not a bad person. Xemnas was using you all, and Xehanort was using him. He's the real enemy. You aren't. You're Roxas' best friend, and I know I'm not Roxas and I don't want to be, he's him not me, no matter what anybody else says. But I saw him not long ago. I was dreaming, and he showed me everything. I know it sounds crazy, but I remember things that happened in that year when you were together in the Organization."
Edited 2018-02-24 21:15 (UTC)
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[personal profile] antleredcrown 2018-02-25 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"And a Greyjoy, if I don't miss my guess." Delightful. Like as not, this Greyjoy will like Renly just as much as he appears to like his brother.

"Renly," he says, and offers his hand in greeting, "The youngest and thus far least controversial of the Baratheons."
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[personal profile] antleredcrown 2018-02-25 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
A fair question, honestly. Loras had asked him the same.

"Well let's see. You and I met on the battlefield for negotiations. Which was about as entertaining and productive as negotiating with a brick wall. And you had your scarlet clad companion with you. Which is why, I suspect, I was greeted by a shadow wielding a dagger that night in my tent. After that, I was probably dead, seeing as I was stabbed through the heart.

And then I was here."
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[personal profile] reek 2018-02-25 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Theon. Lord Balon’s heir," he corrects, his gaze growing even icier as the rest of his good humor slips away. Of course. Another Baratheon and another false king to add to the never-ending list of them. Teeth clenched in a cruel smile, he briefly grips Renly’s hand to return the greeting, if only to check for weapons. He’s grown more mistrusting over the last few months, and while he shouldn’t blame Renly for what his brothers did (after all, hardly looks much older than Theon himself), he can’t help but taste that same bile in his throat when he hears the name 'Baratheon'.

“You proclaimed yourself King in the South and now you proclaim yourself less controversial than your brothers?"

He lets out a bark of laughter. It doesn’t even occur to him that he has absolutely no idea what alliances Robb formed when Theon was shipped off to Pyke, but surely a Baratheon wasn’t one of them. Theon knows only what he knew when he left, and nothing more.
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[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-02-25 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Really took that to heart, didn't'cha?" Axel laughs softly. "Look, kid, I threw the fight so you could go take care of Marluxia, that's all."

He stops short when Sora continues, though, and slowly stops the fidgety swirling of his spoon in the soup. What the hell is Sora on about? He hadn't even been all that close with Roxas when he'd had to go to CO, so how could Sora possibly know that they had been best friends? When Sora straight up admits that Riku told him what happened, Axel can't decide if that clarifies anything or just makes it muddier.

"Naminé?" he echoes, and lowers his eyes a bit. He doesn't really know what even happened to her, and had he the heart to do so he would probably feel bad about that. He had let her escape from the castle, sure, but where had she gone? He guesses anywhere is better than in Marluxia and Larxene's clutches. Or Xemnas'.

Sora's sort of talking a mile a minute now, and Axel sets his spoon down, holding up one hand as if to slow him a bit.

"Now-- Wai-- Hang on a--"

He wants to say that he knows he isn't Roxas, and he would never have even assumed as much. Okay, sure, maybe he could drag Sora into a Corridor kicking and screaming and the kid would lose his heart and Roxas would reappear. Maybe. But he knows if he ever did anything like that the first thing Roxas would do is kick his ass into the next life, right? (Is it worth the risk? Maybe?) He wants to say that Sora's right about one thing: he doesn't want to be his enemy, or Riku's, and not just because he's pretty sure they can both wipe the floor with him if they set their minds to it (those stupid overpowered key swords of theirs. So unfair). When Sora says that he remembers the things that happened during the year Roxas was a part of the Organization, though, Axel is struck completely dumb.

The spoon and the glittery soup completely forgotten now, Axel lowers his hand and narrows his eyes a little, searching Sora's face for any sign that he's just screwing with him. That doesn't seem like the sort of thing Sora would do, really, but... the kid can't possibly be serious. Turning his head slightly to squint at him, Axel folds his hands together and leans forward.

"Excuse me, what?" he asks, his voice low and his tone sort of flat. "Are you telling me that Roxas told you a whole year's worth of memories... in a dream." It's hardly even a question, and as soon as the words leave Axel's mouth, he's laughing softly, almost giggling at the absurdity of the very idea. "That's a good one, champ," he says, shaking his head and picking up his spoon again. "You almost had me going, there. Did Riku put you up to this, to mess with me?"
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[personal profile] panzersoldat 2018-02-25 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ It is something this man will likely notice about Reinhardt should he be near the man for longer periods of time. The man is very physically demonstrative. He shows his care with touches as well as words and actions.

But now, he cannot reach to touch the other again. Because it looks like they arrived. ]


If she is, then we will find her.

[ Reinhardt will indeed go from pod to pod, looking for the little girl that this man needs to find. He won't rest, won't stop until one of them finds her. ]
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[personal profile] guidetoblivion 2018-02-25 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Riku grins ruefully and says nothing – Sora is right after all and they both know it. So, he takes the punch and keeps going; they are almost at Kairi's pod now.

He can't help but tilt his head a little at Sora's words though, as though they don't quite make sense to him (and really they don't, because)...]


Catch up to me?

[Despite his joke just now, it's not like there is anything with him to catch up to. …Unless Sora means his skill with the Darkness, which Riku honestly doubts.]
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[personal profile] logpose 2018-02-25 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As they move into the hallway, she starts to look around for some sort of sign that will lead them to the cafeteria. His whining earns a tired sigh, because he's definitely looking down on her at the same time. Thankfully, she doesn't actually mind that much, because she knows she's not particularly strong. She's not going to sympathize though. ]

You're already a monster. So, you're saying you're usually much stronger than this?
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[personal profile] hitsujikai 2018-02-25 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's definitely strange. Feeling alone was an experience he'd become familiar with, however self inflicted it may have been in his home world through whatever methods he chose to ostracise himself from the only people he was familiar with, but feeling untethered... he hadn't felt that before arriving here, but knowing Kagari is here at the other end of contact settles him.. which is something he would have never before thought possible.

It's that surprising feeling that has him responding almost amicably. ]


One of the lounge areas.

[ Almost. ]
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[personal profile] dorzalta 2018-02-25 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Arched brows now make an attempt to meet her hairline. Her silence stretches for a beat too long, tinged with unvoiced disbelief.

"His wife," she repeats, tone flat. What is this madness of men wanting to marry her? Of course it's for her armies and dragons, of course it's to gain a power they would never obtain otherwise. Better for them to bend the knee, though. They would find themselves doing that very same thing, husband or not. "You speak of Euron Greyjoy?"

It must be him. There were no other uncles to her knowledge that existed.

Rats seems like a fair price to pay for his treachery. None of them deserved the lavishness of royalty--not at her family's expense.

"I've heard of your ways, lord Baratheon. And whilst I can admire your resolve to honor both your word and values, the rumors about your methods of ruling, coupled with your demise in my world, make me wonder how successful a king you'd be in the wake of my father's death."
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[personal profile] worldsaway 2018-02-26 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Well, he was the Hulk when he left Earth. Then he was the Hulk for a long time, until I helped him escape, but now he's back to being the Hulk again.

He's a lot more coherent than I remember, ruder too.
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[personal profile] bornofgods 2018-02-26 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her head careens right into his forehead, and it is only the fact that he must maintain his regal bearing at all times that Ozymandias doesn’t attack back by childishly spitting at her face. When she is falling over him, he hastily rolls away from Mordred, quickly rising back up and onto his feet. At first, he just stares at her, glaring with furrowed dark brows. ]

Yes, I.

[ He doesn’t move, throat rumbling in his usual, excessively showy introduction. ]

The King of Kings, the mighty Ozymandias! Sear those words onto the brain that you’ve forgotten is in your head!

[ Churlish and dour, a series of commands roll off his tongue, all of which he knows she isn’t going to follow. But simply by saying it, in his deep, authoritative voice, juxtaposed with the dry leaves stuck in his now disheveled hair, makes Ozymandias feel better, okay? ]

Now, prostrate yourself in gratitude. Beg for my forgiveness. [ He folds his arms over his torso. ] I’ll wait.
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[personal profile] chikachika 2018-02-26 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not like Chika hasn't shed her own fair share of tears into You's shoulder. And now she can't help but feel like she wants to cry too, her own tears welling up in her eyes. ]

The first? So no one else...

[ With You pulled back a little, Chika can search in the other girl's eyes for an answer to her question, even if she already understands, but needs a moment to process it. No Riko. No Kanan. No big sister. No mother. No one at all besides You. It makes her feel a little sick, but the strength she can feel in her friend's arms reminds her that she's still here. ]
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very well

[personal profile] semblant 2018-02-27 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Haven't you already?

[He's not trying to be a dick; he just hadn't lifted the bottle to test all that remains -- or not. The liquid inside's rather potent anyway, but for one reason or another, he'd expect Takasugi to have a higher tolerance for it.

First impressions and such. This is really throwing a wrench into that speculative badassery.]
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[personal profile] happylocksmith 2018-02-27 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. I'll catch up to you Master Riku.

[Oh. There's Kairi.

Sora stumbles a little in surprise as his feet stop working momentarily before he runs up to the pod. He hesitates before he presses his palms to the cold glass and then looks back over his shoulder at Riku, worry painted all over his face.

The last time he saw her like this, her heart had been within him, and Riku-

It brings back a lot of bad memories.

It occurs to Sora then that it must have been so much worse for Riku, seeing both of his friends this way. He feels bad for keeping him waiting for so long.]


Do you think she's okay in there?
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[personal profile] happylocksmith 2018-02-27 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Terra looks about as confused as Sora feels.

Which is very.]


H-hey!

[He should be more startled by the big guy grabbing his shoulder like that, especially seeing as he'd previously known him as a very hard hitting opponent, but for some reason he doesn't balk at it, although the urgency behind it is a little unsettling.]

It wasn't too long ago, there was a portal in Mickey's castle, and me and my friends Donald and Goofy, we were in this big, empty world with these huge mountains and suddenly there was this dust storm and then you were there and we fought...

[But then he can't contain his curiosity for much longer before he blurts out:]

But I didn't ever see you outside of the armour and then all of a sudden Riku's turning into you in my dream and you and this lady are calling me Ven and I don't even know a Ven! What the heck's going on?
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[personal profile] happylocksmith 2018-02-27 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Sora pauses, fork full of purple mash hovering midway between the plate and his mouth, and he blinks with some confusion as Lea loses him immediately. Turnabout, it seems, is fair play.

"Marluwho?" he manages to get out before Lea starts to look at him like he might start examining him clinically and picking him apart for clues and as he leans forward, Sora instinctively leans back just a tad, keeping some semblance of personal space between them.

With Lea looking at him this closely, Sora suddenly twigs to the presence of those funny purple tattoos under Lea's eyes and... had he had those back in the tower? He hadn't, had he? Perhaps they're make up... oh wow, okay, they're the exact same shade as the mash bacontato...

Wait no, focus Sora!

Lea doesn't believe him, and honestly Sora's not sure he can blame him for that either. It is pretty farfetched, and he lived through it all to do the telling. He hasn't even got to the most outlandish parts of it all yet- Lea doesn't even know about his Keyblade.

"No... no I promise, I'm dead serious. Riku doesn't even remember this stuff happening so how could he put me up to it?"

Honestly, at this rate the diverging timelines are just going to give him the mother of all headaches.

"Ask me something if you don't believe me! Something only Roxas would know. Go on, I'll prove it."

He's desperate to convince him, and he'll even push away the surprisingly moreish plate of purple mush to show how dedicated he is to the cause.
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[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-02-27 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Sora's still sticking to his story, and Axel figures he at least has to give the kid credit for tenacity. He's really not sure what he's playing at, here, but... this can't be for real. Can it?

Eyes narrow, but not in a sinister manner, Axel regards Sora sternly for a moment, then wags his spoon at him again.

"All right," he says, twisting the spoon in his fingers and thinking for a moment. Something only Roxas would know? Hmmm... "Okay, riddle me this," he says then, and takes a moment to carefully balance the face of the spoon on his nose. "Very early on, when Roxas was still pretty new to the Organization, he was pretty spacey. Like... super spacey. Like tell the kid something and three seconds later he's forgotten it spacey." He crosses his eyes to look at the spoon, then pulls it off of his nose and wags it at Sora again. "When I asked him if he had my name memorized, what'd he call me?"

No way anyone else knew that, and he didn't think it was likely Sora would be able to guess.

Time to put an end to this silly little ruse.
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[personal profile] earthy 2018-02-27 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Terra keeps hold of Sora's shoulder for a moment, staring hard into his eyes as the boy answers in the affirmative. Yes, they fought recently. They fought recently! Him in his armor and presumably with his Keyblade. In some empty world? The Graveyard, maybe? Or some other world he hasn't been to before (yet)? Well, what world isn't half as important as Sora having seen him in his future time!

But before Terra can explain what this news means for him, Sora suddenly blurts out... something else? About some dream? Where Riku turned into him (what), and then he and some lady called Sora Ven (seriously, what)? And he apparently also thought Sora was Xehanort at some point for... some reason.

'What the heck's going on?' sounds about right to him.

Terra's hand falls away, back to his side, but he just stands there, super baffled and super lost.

He finally manages to muster up an answer for Sora. A completely honest answer.]


I have no idea.

[He has no idea.]

Ven's a friend of mine, though?

[Does that... Does that help anything... He doesn't feel like that's helping anything...]
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[personal profile] happylocksmith 2018-02-27 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Sora's eyes follow the spoon, then frowns as it eventually makes it to the end of Lea's nose. Before he can say anything about it, the spoon's gone and in its place is a slightly glittery residue left over from the soup. It's a pretty funny.

Should I say somethin-

Lea asks him the question though and Sora's immediately back focusing on the matter at hand. What had Roxas called him that first time? He tests his memory- or rather Roxas' memory- and thinks back to stark white corridors, talking alongside Axel as he was then, talking about going to a meeting room. There had been Dusks that Axel had chased from the room before.

"Have you memorized my name yet?"

"Access."

For some reason, even though it's the moment of truth and he's depending on this as proof for Lea to believe him, Sora can't bring himself to look at him or his slightly sparkly nose. But then he steels himself and looks up, glitter and all, and meets Lea's gaze dead on.

"Even though you told him just before. He called you Access."