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I had my reservations entering in to this RP, and now I'm beginning to wish I gone with that feeling. My intro, including OoC because I rawk like that:
{Great =) I’m naming my character Tensai. According to an online dictionary, it means ‘horizon’ in Japanese… Riku and Sora mean sea and sky or something like that, so I thought it fit. And it also indulges my Riku/Sora love, haha, even though Tensai’s descended from Sora and Kairi. =) Um. Put your character where you like and have Tensai run into her, or I will. I’m thinking Traverse Town will be destroyed, but they’ll get out first.}
The stars grew brighter. He’d noticed it over the weeks, and he seemed to be the only one who cared—but that wasn’t surprising. Tensai spent much of his nights on the roof of his home, staring at the sky, until he was forced to go to sleep so he’d be able to function the next day. Some nights he fell asleep on the roof, just staring into the black, punctuated as it was by tiny pinpricks of light.
The stars intrigued him. Once so uncaring, just cold lights in the velvety night sky; now they were warmer, brighter, welcoming. It was summer, so for a week he’d spent every night watching the curious brightening of the stars; he slept during the days now, spending his nights staring upward in a sort of trance until the eastern sky lightened and the tranquility of night was broken by the city’s awakening. Then he would retreat to his room and sleep, and his parents would worry, but they marked it as a phase he would soon get over.
Tonight, the breezes were soft, playing with his shadowy hair and twining it around his tanned face. His skin was still dark with the sun he’d played in up until a week ago. He never used to watch the night sky—he’d spent his days playing with the other children in Traverse Town and listening to the stories of the wizard who lived behind that fiery door.
But the stories were all lies. Once he saw that—when the wizard finally died of old age and his parents, trying to comfort him, broke the truth to him—he felt increasingly drawn to the night sky. The stars were comforting, endless; they made anything seem possible, even the wizard’s foolish stories, though of course they weren’t.
His jewel-blue eyes roved the night sky, trying to figure out what might be happening to make the stars grow brighter. It had to be something, because he knew he wasn’t just imagining it, right?
But there—a star had just blinked out. What was that about?
Tensai sat up, supporting himself with his arms out behind him as he stared intently at the spot where the star had been. It was the one that had grown bright the fastest. What had happened to make it go out so suddenly?
He felt a chill as something icy brushed past his arm, and then a sharp stab of cold so deep it felt like searing heat. He leapt to his feet, stumbling away from where he’d been sitting; a creature so black it seemed to suck the light from around it stared at him with luminous yellow eyes, moving in a jerking, twitching fashion. It was small and twisted, dark antennae reaching up from its head.
A heartless. Tensai recognized it from Merlin’s stories with a twin stab of emotion: chilling fright and tense excitement. The stories had been true!
Dark pools of shadow formed all along the roof, more of the creatures slowly rising from them, coalescing in the night air, which suddenly seemed to have grown ice cold. There were so many of them, and they were all staring at him with a hunger in their eyes…
He did the only thing he could think to do: with a sprinting start, he leapt from his roof to the next, landing in a roll. From there he leapt to the ground, heading straight for Merlin’s fiery door—because where else could he go? Heartless bloomed from the darkness around him until the streets of Traverse Town fairly teemed with them, and it was all he could do to dodge between them and make it to the door.
He laid his hand to the fiery emblem, but the door didn’t open. There was a flash of light, and then a darkness that seemed impenetrable in contrast—and he was falling, his right hand wrapped tight around something that radiated power.
When his vision returned, he stood before the fiery door, but the heartless had disappeared from the area. He looked down to find the weight in his hand: the keyblade. He recognized it. With one last glance at Merlin’s door, he spun and raced off down the alley.
***
And hers:
***
A young female laid limply in the alleyway. Her long, aurous hair cascaded over her shoulders, just past her mid-thigh. Her bangs were skewed across her pale face, her eyes closed. Her lacerated, white, knee length dress hung over her petite, slender figure. Her nimble fingers twitched slightly as she slowly began to wake up. Her eyelashes lifted, revealing two amber eyes.
She blinked a few times in slight bewilderment, wondering where she was. Slowly, she sat up, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. She looked around for a moment before she began to stand up, her weak legs wobbling slightly. She looked down at what she was wearing, combing her fingers through her bangs. She couldn’t remember what happened to her. All she remembers was her name; Midori.
Slowly, she began to stand up, her legs wabbling as she did. She placed her hand against the wall to hold herself up, not wanting to fall. She slowly looked around and began walking, very, very, slowly though the streets.
***
Um. How do I respond to that? -sigh-
{Great =) I’m naming my character Tensai. According to an online dictionary, it means ‘horizon’ in Japanese… Riku and Sora mean sea and sky or something like that, so I thought it fit. And it also indulges my Riku/Sora love, haha, even though Tensai’s descended from Sora and Kairi. =) Um. Put your character where you like and have Tensai run into her, or I will. I’m thinking Traverse Town will be destroyed, but they’ll get out first.}
The stars grew brighter. He’d noticed it over the weeks, and he seemed to be the only one who cared—but that wasn’t surprising. Tensai spent much of his nights on the roof of his home, staring at the sky, until he was forced to go to sleep so he’d be able to function the next day. Some nights he fell asleep on the roof, just staring into the black, punctuated as it was by tiny pinpricks of light.
The stars intrigued him. Once so uncaring, just cold lights in the velvety night sky; now they were warmer, brighter, welcoming. It was summer, so for a week he’d spent every night watching the curious brightening of the stars; he slept during the days now, spending his nights staring upward in a sort of trance until the eastern sky lightened and the tranquility of night was broken by the city’s awakening. Then he would retreat to his room and sleep, and his parents would worry, but they marked it as a phase he would soon get over.
Tonight, the breezes were soft, playing with his shadowy hair and twining it around his tanned face. His skin was still dark with the sun he’d played in up until a week ago. He never used to watch the night sky—he’d spent his days playing with the other children in Traverse Town and listening to the stories of the wizard who lived behind that fiery door.
But the stories were all lies. Once he saw that—when the wizard finally died of old age and his parents, trying to comfort him, broke the truth to him—he felt increasingly drawn to the night sky. The stars were comforting, endless; they made anything seem possible, even the wizard’s foolish stories, though of course they weren’t.
His jewel-blue eyes roved the night sky, trying to figure out what might be happening to make the stars grow brighter. It had to be something, because he knew he wasn’t just imagining it, right?
But there—a star had just blinked out. What was that about?
Tensai sat up, supporting himself with his arms out behind him as he stared intently at the spot where the star had been. It was the one that had grown bright the fastest. What had happened to make it go out so suddenly?
He felt a chill as something icy brushed past his arm, and then a sharp stab of cold so deep it felt like searing heat. He leapt to his feet, stumbling away from where he’d been sitting; a creature so black it seemed to suck the light from around it stared at him with luminous yellow eyes, moving in a jerking, twitching fashion. It was small and twisted, dark antennae reaching up from its head.
A heartless. Tensai recognized it from Merlin’s stories with a twin stab of emotion: chilling fright and tense excitement. The stories had been true!
Dark pools of shadow formed all along the roof, more of the creatures slowly rising from them, coalescing in the night air, which suddenly seemed to have grown ice cold. There were so many of them, and they were all staring at him with a hunger in their eyes…
He did the only thing he could think to do: with a sprinting start, he leapt from his roof to the next, landing in a roll. From there he leapt to the ground, heading straight for Merlin’s fiery door—because where else could he go? Heartless bloomed from the darkness around him until the streets of Traverse Town fairly teemed with them, and it was all he could do to dodge between them and make it to the door.
He laid his hand to the fiery emblem, but the door didn’t open. There was a flash of light, and then a darkness that seemed impenetrable in contrast—and he was falling, his right hand wrapped tight around something that radiated power.
When his vision returned, he stood before the fiery door, but the heartless had disappeared from the area. He looked down to find the weight in his hand: the keyblade. He recognized it. With one last glance at Merlin’s door, he spun and raced off down the alley.
***
And hers:
***
A young female laid limply in the alleyway. Her long, aurous hair cascaded over her shoulders, just past her mid-thigh. Her bangs were skewed across her pale face, her eyes closed. Her lacerated, white, knee length dress hung over her petite, slender figure. Her nimble fingers twitched slightly as she slowly began to wake up. Her eyelashes lifted, revealing two amber eyes.
She blinked a few times in slight bewilderment, wondering where she was. Slowly, she sat up, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. She looked around for a moment before she began to stand up, her weak legs wobbling slightly. She looked down at what she was wearing, combing her fingers through her bangs. She couldn’t remember what happened to her. All she remembers was her name; Midori.
Slowly, she began to stand up, her legs wabbling as she did. She placed her hand against the wall to hold herself up, not wanting to fall. She slowly looked around and began walking, very, very, slowly though the streets.
***
Um. How do I respond to that? -sigh-
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