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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 14:00:43 GMT -5
The word he had awaited for brought such a wondrous feeling to his fractured heart. The smile grew, the satisfaction reached its peak. Of course, things were not confirmed with just these mere events. No, the other steps would have to be taken with care. The seeds of faith would have to bloom within her before he could truly grip her heart with an unbreakable hold. With a simple turn of his heel, the treacherous master raised a single gloved hand, motioning towards a meager empty spot. The soothing voice sliced through the darkened air as always, conveying the ludicrous advice for Elsa to follow, "This is but one world." The arm dropped down gently, as the bare head turned towards the girl with care.
The piercing eyes observed every motion with intricate focus and fixation. "To accomplish what you seek, you will have to.......broaden yourself." The gaze retreated, and the face placed itself once more in the direction of the unoccupied spot. "To do that....."
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
"You will need a way to traverse the worlds...."
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
With a sinister grin, the arm rose and the gloved hand acted with a frightening pace. The void was strengthened as the darkness that stained the air pooled itself viciously, channeled by the equally dark Keyblade Master. The air was filled with the low, ferocious tone of a newly created Corridor. Wisps of darkness edged here and there, dissipating as they drifted from the developed pool. The stance was taken once more, and each hand was clasped firmly behind his arching back. Turning a final time, Xehanort faced his new puppet. He outstretched his arm in a welcoming manner, begging to aid the distraught woman to the portal.
"Don't be afraid. A friend awaits you on the other side."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 19:31:39 GMT -5
Elsa stood in place with her straight back and limp arms while as he smiled at her words. It was an odd smile. A triumphant smile. He was pleased with himself. Why, she didn't know, but she supposed that if her own world had become so encrusted in Darkness and, finally, a young maiden such as herself arrived and agreed to help her stop it happening to other worlds, she would feel a bit of triumph too. Perhaps her own endeavours might have failed, but the opportunity to prevent it happening ever again... to protect others who's worlds might be in danger might bring a sort of purpose to one's life again. She could only imagine that this was the triumph he must have felt with her acceptance. What else could possibly make him smile at a time like this?
The man raised his hand and indicated to a spot on the ice beside him. Elsa took a deep breath. She put one foot in front of the other and waited until she stood steadily on her heels again until she alternated. Slowly but surely, she made her way over to the indicated spot. Her eyes never left him the entire, short journey. She examined his hunched posture, the round smoothness of his head, the swish of his dark clothing with her eyes for a second time. He was anomaly in every sense: his extravagant posturing betrayed his apparent age, his voice low and smooth when it should be crackling and croaked, his magic strong when, surely, that shouldn't be the case for such a man. There was still something about him that she couldn't place, despite the inexplicable trust she felt for him. Something just slightly off that couldn't quite kill the uneasiness in her chest.
Still, she stood where she was bade, unquestioning.
"This is but one world," he said. "To accomplish what you seek, you will have to... broaden yourself. To do that..."
He turned and walked away from her, his boots crunching her ice.
"...you will need a way to traverse the worlds."
Suddenly, his limbs were flying faster than they should. Like a magnet, darkness suddenly honed into the place in the air where the man's hands had stopped. Like pulling open curtains, the man waved his arm and a fissure carved itself into reality, splitting open to reveal a deep, dark abyss. Somewhere in its depths, a mere pinprick of light stood on an undefined horizon. A mystery. An enigma.
Her destination.
"Don't be afraid." He extended his hand to her. She took it, stepping forward. She stood directly in front of the Dark Corridor, staring into its swirling, maddening depths. "A friend awaits you on the other side."
"I don't even know your name," she said, almost offhandedly.
She looked up at him. Her eyes, blue, cold and fierce, pierced back into his own.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2014 20:53:32 GMT -5
The warm expression remained, but the stirrings of success and satisfaction bubbled within his black heart. He had triumphed today, for sympathy had been secured for now. It was now time to edge the pieces slowly across the board. It was time to cement her dependence upon his resources. It was time for her judgement to be fully manipulated. The gloved hand gripped its new arrival softly, the cold power it emanated nearly piercing the flesh that lied beneath. It was indeed a curious magic, one that would soon belong to his arsenal of foolish pawns.
The voice thawed the uneasy air surrounding them, gentle and friendly in every way, "Xehanort."
With a steady posture, the aged figure would aid her with every step, intending to aid each of her steps towards the shimmering portal with great care. Fate had rewarded him, and destiny would immortalize him. It was such a quiet thing, to be coiled around one's finger. Yet far more terrible was the sudden painful, agonizing realization. Beads of sweat pouring down one's face, tears flooding one's poor vision, raspy murmurs unable to create meanings. It was so delightful, seeing with one's own eyes the way one's emotions betrayed them, unwilling to see beyond their own mind, and instead sinking deeper and deeper into the pit his commanding presence.
The cold, hollow air was starting to become a distasteful distraction. She had served her purpose, yet it was now time for the other puppet to play their part. Strings beckoned to be tugged, a heart yearned for freedom, and emotions boiled to the brink of chaotic despair.
It was perfect.
The eyes still stood firm, never once giving way for the darkness to surface. The smile stood firm, never once betraying the fabrication of sincerity. The aiding arms motioned lightly to the shimmering black whirlpool once more. It was time for her to leave.
It was time to see her.
(OOC: SOOOORRRRY for the shorty short post. You wanted to wrap this up and give Anna a teaser, and that's just what we're going to do ^_^)
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2014 19:11:32 GMT -5
"Xehanort," Elsa repeated to herself. The word felt strange on her tongue, like a dirty word she shouldn't have uttered, or... something forbidden, like a secret that had never meant to be shared. She let it slide off her tongue and into the air a second time, though loud enough only for herself to hear. Mystery, warmth and an uncanny wisdom surrounded his name, just as it surrounded him.
He motioned her towards the portal, his fingers tightening around her hand. He helped her, as a gentleman would, as she approached it in earnest, stopping only an inch or so from its flickering, flaring frame lined with violet flames and its cyclonic interior. She stared past the dark, swirling depths at the pinprick of light in the distance. It seemed so far away, so weak, in comparison to the darkness that shrouded the way to it. She wondered, on a whim, if it could be Arendelle.
Anna. Just stay safe... I'm coming home.
Elsa jerked, meaning to cross her arms once again but finding herself unable to, her hand still caught in the man's. She forced a smile onto her lips. She dipped into a one-handed curtsey and slipped her hand out of his, taking it in her other hand over her front. She stood the portal, looking at him.
"Thank you," she said. "For all of your help... Xehanort. I hope you find a way to save your world... and I..."
She cuts herself off. All that's left of her unspoken words is a faint half-smile as she turns back to look at the dot of light through the darkness. She takes a deep breath and steels herself, fists clenching at her sides.
You can do this... be brave. Conceal, don't feel...
She bit her lip at her own words. Far too late for that.
She stepped into the portal. Her foot disappeared, fizzling out of existence as darkness wrapped around her limb. She took another breath and, like a diver about to break the surface of the water, shut her eyes and plunged into the darkness, the unknown...
... and Xehanort's cold, manipulating hands.
--Elsa has left the thread.--
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