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Who: Anyone and everyone who wants to participate
What: Finding and destroying the pieces of heart that Xehanort has planted!
Where: Starting at Sora’s station, then going into the darkness
Warnings: Likely fighting, desperation and other forms of violence

( Into the darkness )

Who: Terra and others.
What: An all-too-familiar presence reveals itself.
Where: Terra's Heart Station + various, probably ending at Sora's.
Warnings: Yelling.

It felt like Terra woke from a nightmare - only to find another nightmare awaiting him. The darkness that surrounded him, that surrounded them all, was changed from what it had been when he'd entered the memory. And it was anything but unfamiliar.

For a moment he thought, thrown off balance, that it had all been a dream: his waking, the others he'd met, everything, only a story his mind had told itself. None of it real...then he saw where he was, the glass beneath his feet, and knew otherwise. It was real, but so was the presence he felt in the darkness.

Anger flooded his heart, rage that the years had only tempered and beaten into a blade of wrath. How dare he?! How dare he do such a thing again?!

His mental shout, carrying that anger in its wake, was loud enough to echo.

XEHANORT!

Who: Terra, Treble and Bass, although more can enter
What: The first memory in the next chain...where does it lead?
Where: Memory chains
Warnings: Violence and blood

( A memory of unmitigated war and bloodshed )

Who: Master "Eraqus" and anyone else
What: Doing this intro thing all over again. How obnoxious.
Where: Land of Departure
Warnings: xehanort

( don't have time to find appropriate cut text )

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?

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