Post by deshitana6 on Oct 12, 2012 21:38:00 GMT -5
(A bit about this thread and its odd tag: In an effort to promote more casual threads, I open this one up to anyone who wants to join. It is similar to a sidequest, but of course there is no rewards thanks to it not being official. I’d prefer to keep fighting to a minimum, but if someone who is against the Heartless and Ansem joins then that is fine. I can adapt. The thread is a small experiment that leans towards story, character, and plots. So it’s more about having fun, discovering something new about a character you are working with or uncertain of, or perhaps finding a direction for a plot, and generally take a break from all the fighting. If you have questions about this thread or have something you’d like to get out of the thread, then PM me (please send it to Deshitana) so I can adapt it to make it worth everyone’s time or clear up any confusion. Staff if you have an issue with the thread, let me know. Outside of that, have fun. Thanks. ^^ )
The worlds were in chaos. Their Hearts sang out in joy and sorrow as war tore across them, taking countless lives as Light and Dark fought their destructive battle. It was a pity that it had to be this way for the worlds could be at peace if only just for a moment, they’d lay down their weapons and return to their original state. Return to the Darkness and rest, but the Light and many others did not see it this way. So war existed and would continue to exist as long as conflict was breathing. As depressing as it was, the chaotic field made for an interesting study ground. So many Hearts came to the front to defend, take away, or simply gawk at the mess. Each Heart struggling or accepting their fate. Some loved the Light and fought for justice and peace. Some loved the Dark and fought for power and destruction. Some were stuck inbetween and fought both side. Each had their claims. Each spewed their nonsense about how the world should be and so on, but in the end no one was right. The only ones maybe close to the truth were the ones that wanted it all burnt down, so the world could be renewed, but even then one had to wonder how far that peace would go. Would it shatter? Would the people remain content? Could humans, Heartless, or any creature of this plain achieve this sort of peace? Would the Heart accept it? Or did they all truly have to wait until the end of the worlds' days to finally have happiness? It was hard to say.
The Dark Heart that floated through the pathways of Darkness ponder these things and more, never considering itself any different than the Light or Dark warriors that fought everyday for the worlds' Hearts. He fought too, but his reasoning behind it was far different than most. He did not claim worlds because he wanted to show dominance over anything. No, he claimed worlds for his family, the Heartless, and for his research. His purpose wasn’t to destroy, but simply to study and explore the Heart until he could grasp the power it held fully. It was a fascinating study and one that had taken a life time to even begin to understand and still with what he did know, he had barely scrapped the tip of the large iceberg. His body had gotten old and so the man had shattered himself into pieces to continue to live and discover and when time itself became an enemy, the man had thrown away his physical form and became this Heart full of Darkness. A form that could travel where it needed to be, to set in motions plans and defy time until it was time to gain his reward: Kingdom Hearts.
That Heart of all Hearts, he had sought to find in the Darkness that swallowed it. He had tried many times to get it and came close to it every time, but the tools were always flawed. Always breaking or causing issues, so in the end he had to rely on only a few and himself to get the job done. The process was a slow and bumpy road, but at least it was not boring. When the black Heart was not causing chaos to gather data or working towards his original’s goals, then the curious Heart took to doing other things such as exploring the worlds, scooping out new places for his Heartless to thrive in. Such was the way of the wanderer and thinker. Never could it be still when there was so much to explore and learn.
So the Heart wandered the dark corridors, peeking here and there most of the time; however, today the peeking was not random. No, today the peeking was for a purpose. The Heart was searching for somewhere in particular. Somewhere that should’ve been revealed when the sleeping worlds were finally—
Ah-ha! I see you, the dark Heart thought as joy filled it. This would be the perfect world to use for this particular job. Pleased, the Heart floated in a circle around the area stirring up the Darkness and opening a way out.
The Corridor of Darkness opened up quietly onto the world Prankster’s Paradise unleashing a figure in a simple brown cloak into the quiet and empty allies of the small Italian village that the carpenter Geppetto and his little wooden son Pinocchio lived. As soon as the figure was out of the Corridor, the portal snapped shut quietly behind it and left the cloaked figure there in the quiet. With no one to see, the hunched over and slow moving figure began to shift under the cloak, a form taking shape within the darkness until a man in simple clothing resided under the cloak. The man dressed in all black did not seem out of the ordinary for this place. His tanned skin and the strands of long hair white hair that could be seen within the shadows of the hood would make some wonder where he was from, the cloak and his simple clothing easily giving him a traveler like look. He could make up a story if one were to question him. After all he was very good at that; however, he didn’t expect many to bother or question him. Not when they found out what he was doing that is. His task would be considered grim and not many would want to be involved in...burials, right? Hmm...
The man under the cloak dug in a hidden pocket pulling out four black stones with glowing purple veins running through them. The small veins pulsed, showing that something was within the stones, but what the man would not say. As he observed the stones with those amber colored eyes, he did not smile or give any sign of doing a malicious deed. Instead, he gave them a slightly sad gaze as he watched the purple light in them glow dimly.
Soon. Soon you can all settle and rest, he thought before returning the stones to the pocket. After making sure they would not fall out, the man began to walk out of the ally taking in the place he had visited only once in a dream. It was nice to see the place solidified and as much as he’d like to explore it further, exploring was not his goal today. He had restless souls to bury, so now it was a matter of finding where those souls wanted to be. The four souls he had were indeed diverse, so he had chosen a world that would perhaps appeal to them all. So far none of the souls were rebelling against the place, a sign that at least they liked what would become their new home, but where did they wish to settle? No one was answering at the moment, so the white haired man continue to casually walk about the area, taking notes on this and that or greeting those that did come up to him in the town. He kept walking until he came to Geppetto’s house. It was here at the steps of the place that one of the souls became quite excited. Pausing before the home, the cloaked man reached in the hidden pocket and pulled out the stone that trembled and pulsed brighter than the rest.
“Here?” he asked the stone and got a clear. “Yes!Yes!Yes!Yes!” in response from it. Closing his hand gently over the strange stone, the man looked up at the old house with a careful eye. It was empty. He didn't need to scan the place to know that.
The real residents long displaced from the area when the Darkness first took the place, were now somewhere in Travrse Town, so he wasn’t worried about being chased out of the house or questioned by anyone in there. What made the Heartless curious was why the soul had chosen the little run down place to be its home. There were much more…ideal places to choose from, but the man suppose if this was indeed where the soul wanted to be then he shouldn’t argue with it. Maybe the soul saw something in this place that he didn’t, so without further thought. He walked up the stairs and to the door. He reached for the handle with one gloved hand, the knob turning with a light creak before letting him push the old door open. The door moaned in protest, but did not try to fall in on him or anything like that, so that was at least a plus.
Once the door was open, the man took a step in the into the dim and cold house, letting his amber colored eyes adjust to the gloom. He could see layers of dust and cobwebs covering the silent clocks and other toys that lined the rooms shelf. The place was cluttered and unorganized, hardly a place to work in let alone live in, but the stone in his hand was on the edge of slipping through his fingers in its eagerness to enter the place. Still not seeing the worth in this place, the man walked further in, scattering the dust with his boots and cloak. Finding a somewhat clean spot on the counter, the man gently placed the stone down. As soon as the stone touched the counter, it sunk in becoming a black puddle that seeped into the scars of the wood before vanishing. The sound of a child laughing filled the area before the place began to change. The dust was taken away and the cobweds knocked down. The toys became clean and brand new as a fire started in the fireplace and lit the cold room with a warm and welcoming glow. As the man watched this a smile appeared on his face as he understood what the new resident of the house had in store for the village. With a content nod, the cloaked man backed out of the house just as the clocks began to tick again. Closing the door the amber eyed man looked around the village pleased that no one had seen the event take place. With one “spirit” completely at home, the man began to walk through the village casually once more, listening out for where the next spirit wanted to rest.
The worlds were in chaos. Their Hearts sang out in joy and sorrow as war tore across them, taking countless lives as Light and Dark fought their destructive battle. It was a pity that it had to be this way for the worlds could be at peace if only just for a moment, they’d lay down their weapons and return to their original state. Return to the Darkness and rest, but the Light and many others did not see it this way. So war existed and would continue to exist as long as conflict was breathing. As depressing as it was, the chaotic field made for an interesting study ground. So many Hearts came to the front to defend, take away, or simply gawk at the mess. Each Heart struggling or accepting their fate. Some loved the Light and fought for justice and peace. Some loved the Dark and fought for power and destruction. Some were stuck inbetween and fought both side. Each had their claims. Each spewed their nonsense about how the world should be and so on, but in the end no one was right. The only ones maybe close to the truth were the ones that wanted it all burnt down, so the world could be renewed, but even then one had to wonder how far that peace would go. Would it shatter? Would the people remain content? Could humans, Heartless, or any creature of this plain achieve this sort of peace? Would the Heart accept it? Or did they all truly have to wait until the end of the worlds' days to finally have happiness? It was hard to say.
The Dark Heart that floated through the pathways of Darkness ponder these things and more, never considering itself any different than the Light or Dark warriors that fought everyday for the worlds' Hearts. He fought too, but his reasoning behind it was far different than most. He did not claim worlds because he wanted to show dominance over anything. No, he claimed worlds for his family, the Heartless, and for his research. His purpose wasn’t to destroy, but simply to study and explore the Heart until he could grasp the power it held fully. It was a fascinating study and one that had taken a life time to even begin to understand and still with what he did know, he had barely scrapped the tip of the large iceberg. His body had gotten old and so the man had shattered himself into pieces to continue to live and discover and when time itself became an enemy, the man had thrown away his physical form and became this Heart full of Darkness. A form that could travel where it needed to be, to set in motions plans and defy time until it was time to gain his reward: Kingdom Hearts.
That Heart of all Hearts, he had sought to find in the Darkness that swallowed it. He had tried many times to get it and came close to it every time, but the tools were always flawed. Always breaking or causing issues, so in the end he had to rely on only a few and himself to get the job done. The process was a slow and bumpy road, but at least it was not boring. When the black Heart was not causing chaos to gather data or working towards his original’s goals, then the curious Heart took to doing other things such as exploring the worlds, scooping out new places for his Heartless to thrive in. Such was the way of the wanderer and thinker. Never could it be still when there was so much to explore and learn.
So the Heart wandered the dark corridors, peeking here and there most of the time; however, today the peeking was not random. No, today the peeking was for a purpose. The Heart was searching for somewhere in particular. Somewhere that should’ve been revealed when the sleeping worlds were finally—
Ah-ha! I see you, the dark Heart thought as joy filled it. This would be the perfect world to use for this particular job. Pleased, the Heart floated in a circle around the area stirring up the Darkness and opening a way out.
**
The Corridor of Darkness opened up quietly onto the world Prankster’s Paradise unleashing a figure in a simple brown cloak into the quiet and empty allies of the small Italian village that the carpenter Geppetto and his little wooden son Pinocchio lived. As soon as the figure was out of the Corridor, the portal snapped shut quietly behind it and left the cloaked figure there in the quiet. With no one to see, the hunched over and slow moving figure began to shift under the cloak, a form taking shape within the darkness until a man in simple clothing resided under the cloak. The man dressed in all black did not seem out of the ordinary for this place. His tanned skin and the strands of long hair white hair that could be seen within the shadows of the hood would make some wonder where he was from, the cloak and his simple clothing easily giving him a traveler like look. He could make up a story if one were to question him. After all he was very good at that; however, he didn’t expect many to bother or question him. Not when they found out what he was doing that is. His task would be considered grim and not many would want to be involved in...burials, right? Hmm...
The man under the cloak dug in a hidden pocket pulling out four black stones with glowing purple veins running through them. The small veins pulsed, showing that something was within the stones, but what the man would not say. As he observed the stones with those amber colored eyes, he did not smile or give any sign of doing a malicious deed. Instead, he gave them a slightly sad gaze as he watched the purple light in them glow dimly.
Soon. Soon you can all settle and rest, he thought before returning the stones to the pocket. After making sure they would not fall out, the man began to walk out of the ally taking in the place he had visited only once in a dream. It was nice to see the place solidified and as much as he’d like to explore it further, exploring was not his goal today. He had restless souls to bury, so now it was a matter of finding where those souls wanted to be. The four souls he had were indeed diverse, so he had chosen a world that would perhaps appeal to them all. So far none of the souls were rebelling against the place, a sign that at least they liked what would become their new home, but where did they wish to settle? No one was answering at the moment, so the white haired man continue to casually walk about the area, taking notes on this and that or greeting those that did come up to him in the town. He kept walking until he came to Geppetto’s house. It was here at the steps of the place that one of the souls became quite excited. Pausing before the home, the cloaked man reached in the hidden pocket and pulled out the stone that trembled and pulsed brighter than the rest.
“Here?” he asked the stone and got a clear. “Yes!Yes!Yes!Yes!” in response from it. Closing his hand gently over the strange stone, the man looked up at the old house with a careful eye. It was empty. He didn't need to scan the place to know that.
The real residents long displaced from the area when the Darkness first took the place, were now somewhere in Travrse Town, so he wasn’t worried about being chased out of the house or questioned by anyone in there. What made the Heartless curious was why the soul had chosen the little run down place to be its home. There were much more…ideal places to choose from, but the man suppose if this was indeed where the soul wanted to be then he shouldn’t argue with it. Maybe the soul saw something in this place that he didn’t, so without further thought. He walked up the stairs and to the door. He reached for the handle with one gloved hand, the knob turning with a light creak before letting him push the old door open. The door moaned in protest, but did not try to fall in on him or anything like that, so that was at least a plus.
Once the door was open, the man took a step in the into the dim and cold house, letting his amber colored eyes adjust to the gloom. He could see layers of dust and cobwebs covering the silent clocks and other toys that lined the rooms shelf. The place was cluttered and unorganized, hardly a place to work in let alone live in, but the stone in his hand was on the edge of slipping through his fingers in its eagerness to enter the place. Still not seeing the worth in this place, the man walked further in, scattering the dust with his boots and cloak. Finding a somewhat clean spot on the counter, the man gently placed the stone down. As soon as the stone touched the counter, it sunk in becoming a black puddle that seeped into the scars of the wood before vanishing. The sound of a child laughing filled the area before the place began to change. The dust was taken away and the cobweds knocked down. The toys became clean and brand new as a fire started in the fireplace and lit the cold room with a warm and welcoming glow. As the man watched this a smile appeared on his face as he understood what the new resident of the house had in store for the village. With a content nod, the cloaked man backed out of the house just as the clocks began to tick again. Closing the door the amber eyed man looked around the village pleased that no one had seen the event take place. With one “spirit” completely at home, the man began to walk through the village casually once more, listening out for where the next spirit wanted to rest.
