wheretheresawill: (lingering)
Terra ([personal profile] wheretheresawill) wrote in [community profile] allsoend2014-01-07 11:35 am

Ash and dust

Who: Terra and other(s).
What: Terra finally pulls himself together enough to take note of his surroundings.
Where: Starting at Terra's heart station.
Warnings: TBD.

He doesn't notice the change at first; the inside of one heart is much the same as another, in many ways. But slowly, he realizes that this is different: there's no smothering cloud, no one stopping him. There's space, of a sort. Slowly, he begins to piece himself together.

The result is still a little strange by the time he realizes he can speak: his skin has a dull sheen to it, like metal, and his movements are slow and strange. He's in half a suit of armor, give or take, bits and pieces interspersed with his ordinary clothes.

But he has his voice, and he hopes there's someone (someone else) to speak to.

Aqua? ...Ven?

Then, less clearly, as he hesitates, worried about what the answer may be,

Is there anybody there?
halfdarkened: (Sounding Board)

[personal profile] halfdarkened 2014-02-23 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Riku sighed. "Man, Kingdom Hearts got you good. Took your knowledge of what was happening here and it sounds like it stuck your chain of memories in a blender." He shook his head. "Let's get you to the others. And maybe somewhere calming you can relax. I know just the world."
halfdarkened: (Wait...)

Care to wrap up, or should we get Lynx involved if she wants to?

[personal profile] halfdarkened 2014-03-05 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
"To much... Missing?" Riku didn't quite understand what Terra meant, but from the young Master's prospective, what Terra said didn't make sense. Kingdom Hearts was trying to wipe their memories clean.

"My home. The Destiny Islands."
halfdarkened: (Standing)

(No prob!) Okies! Aaaand done!

[personal profile] halfdarkened 2014-03-23 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Might've just grabbed what chains it could." He shrugged.

"See you there." With that, Riku closed his eyes, imagining his home until he could nearly-feel the warm wind rustle his hair.