Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2014 21:30:05 GMT -5
“There’s no way,” static broke the image of a bleak chamber and the distressed voice of a boy, “would hurt somebody like that!”
His voice was heavy with convection and faith with a twinge of denial; she couldn’t see him until she rounded the corner of the wall blocking her view. Still she couldn’t see his face, his back was to her.
“You don’t believe me. That’s unfortunate, for he agreed so easily.”
Her voice dark and sultry; for a fraction, her face was clear before smudged by parallax. She was too far to see. Even when her view ran up closer, her face remained in a blur, but she can see the greenness. But the entire room had a hue of it.
Her voice crackled and layered, “…don’t be fooled!”
Like an old footage, the voices and dialogues were distorted as static interfered with the clear image. Even when the boy turned to face her alarmed it began to melt. It was too hard as a viewer to comprehend what was going on, but soon the muffled voices cleared. She can finally hear her own.
“…would never do that,” her voice was calm with a hint of sadness. Was the other in doubt? “You know that as well as I do.”
Flashes of other moment, other faces layered in and out with everything else. The only consistency were their voices, hers and the boy’s.
“The master sent me,” outside of the dream her body twitched as if feeling distressed, “let’s go home.”
His last words echoed in her ears before everything went dark; the words bounced in her subconscious as she tried to shut everything back into its box.
I can't go with you ....before it's too late.
Sorry. I have to find him.....
Sorry ...before it's too late
I have to find him.... Sorry I can't go with you.
Sorry. I have to find him.....
Sorry ...before it's too late
I have to find him.... Sorry I can't go with you.
S O R R Y
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Aqua's Story....
"Familiar a Gleam"
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Aqua's Story....
"Familiar a Gleam"
| I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam And I know it's true, |  | that visions are seldom all the seem but if I know you I know what you'll do You'll love me at once the way you did |
Dreams. What made a dream? Were they wishes, nightmares, or dark secrets? For Aotori, they always left her numb and grimmer than before. She was still entrapped in the dream as she opened her eyes. It didn’t stop the sadness from watering her eyes; tear dripped down her void face. Although it was floating in a black limbo, her heart was echoing to this place.
“So,” her voice whispered lowly, “he really?”
Even the words she spoke confused her. Who was he? What did he do? Hades told her he would make those dreams go away. Certain things triggered her to watch another’s life. Although she knew she was the narrator, it was easier to distance herself from it. It was her attempt to not feel all the pain and suffering to the point it was hard to breath. It made her angry, sad, and confused. She wanted a clean slate from all of this, no string attached.
Sitting up, Aqua sat in a cold stone throne. Her slight frown spoke confusion; “W-where am I?”
It took her a minute to recall her purpose to be in this world, the Enchanted Dominion. She was sent here to look for someone, a fey.
“Alright my little blue bird, you have somewhere else to go.” His brows arched in anticipation for a response and received nothing. The husk of a renounced keyblade master merely stared at him blankly. His hair rippled from blue to red, but it reverted with an unsteady exhale through his pointed nose, “I SAID you have somewhere to go.”
She still needed to practice the ‘talking’ thing.
Her slim azure brows dipped clearly thinking. He hardly ever implied that she would be traveling to other worlds soon. All of her time was spent in this world paying her dues in the Underdone. What could he want from her now elsewhere, “Where?”
“You’re going to look for an old,” what was she too him? He couldn’t honestly call her a friend; even for him saying that lie would be too much, “associate of mine. We used to go way back, but not as far as you and me, babe.”
Her eyes drifted elsewhere; she was slowly losing interest. It mildly made her uncomfortable when he spoke so informally like that.
“She have a little rinky-dink place in this world called Enchanted Dominion,” he blew raspberries with a shrugged, “I can’t say if she’s there; that woman can be anywhere, but it isn’t a bad place to start since everything went sour.”
He muttered the last few words to himself. Their stronghold in Hallow Bastion was long gone with those goody goody twinkle toes ‘restoring’ Radiant Garden.
“So my little lark, my little songbird, I’m gonna need you to go there, find her, and tell her that Hades may have a new proposition for her. Kay?” He glided closer to walk around her as he explained, “If she co-signs with me, she’s cosigning with you, and boy does she have a WAY with fixing little heart problems. Play it well, and she can find a way to nip those little dreams away. Find her and bring her here; we make an accord; she scratches my back, then she’ll scratch yours. Bottom bing bottom boom, everyone goes home happy.”
The warrioress hummed at the plan, while her eyes followed him. He’d really thought this out. So what was the catch, “How do you know she’d agree?”
A sharp little blue bird she was, a prospect that made the Lord of the Dead chuckle; “Let’s just say I have something she can’t resist.”
She hummed again somewhat sated. Fine.
“Until you can control the corridors yourself; you’ll have an escort.” With a snap of his finger, a heartless’ head poked out of a darkening spot on the floor. It grunted with a strain to get its plump body out of the realm. On four tiny paws, the rabid dog panted and padded around Aotori. Her head titled observing how his tongue lolled out his fanged grinning mouth. She gazed at Hades incredulously.
He gave her a dog.
The Dark Lord was about to open his mouth, but decided against it before opening the portal, “I’ll be waiting.”
“Right,” she muttered when the fog cleared. She even jumped when she heard a scruff bark and a nudge against her foot. Looking down, she stared down the Rabid Dog. This thing was so useless to let her fall asleep here even if she had swooned and lost consciousness with odd aura of this place. She couldn’t click why it made her skin crawl; nothing clicked to call it familiarity not even when she was drawn to the throne before falling onto it in a haze.
“She’s not here,” she spoke to the only company she had. Although she could go on a day and more without saying a word, it felt nice to talk to something that wouldn’t be overly chatty. Pain and Panic were overly animated; sometimes their antics gave her a sense of nostalgia, but it followed with a sour taste in her mouth. Hades can overall be too much with his so called ‘charisma’.
“Come,” with the tachi in hand, Aotori rose to check elsewhere, the forest. It was a long or extraneous walk as she cut down the heartless that got in the way. To think that one day through the fairy, she would be able to control them. It wasn’t a desire she sought out, but it would be resourceful to pull their attention away from her. Also according to Hades, sieging darkness would give her an edge to snuff out the light of the keyblades. The God of the Dead hadn’t informed her too intricately what had happened to her.
When she awakened, she was a drone, but with the constant interaction she was bemused about her location and him. As far as she can remember, he found her before she could be lost forever in darkness tides. Apparently she had gone through a great deal that required a deep sleep to recover from. He played her Keeper for a while before exposing to that little truth. She could only believe him more after the numerous times she started to black out after being plagued with certain images. She had to take his word that she would lose herself to her emotions and ran rampant. He decided it was best to put her in the Underdone to contain it. For his hospitality, Aotori remained in service to him and latched like a ship needing an anchor. With her lack of memories, he was her consistency. Still she never showed much interest of her past; the little dreams always left her shaking. It was better leaving it back there and eradicating evidence; unfortunately that was more work than she bargained.
The scenery slowly shifted from the monotonous desaturated mountains to a lush green forest. She had noticed until she heard an agitated grumble once impacting a compact bundle. The Rabid Dog growled in raspy grumble.
“Sorry, deep in thought,” her voice was shy at the incident before pressing on not feeling a pair of eyes following her. Red ones she wouldn’t remember, but ones that recalled her very well, the one that got away.
