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Life is balance.

From the deepest darkness, a world of light was brought forth -- sometimes with words, at other times with song -- and since that moment, the forces of both Light and Darkness have clashed in various times and places.

In the midst of such trials, there are times we lose sight of that which is most precious.

I would encourage you all to cleave to that which you hold dear and remember the purpose for which you stand.

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[ Disturbed as he rarely is, Aslan wanders the decaying streets, clearing particularly infested areas of the creatures that roam the Darkness. His inner light repels the city's miasma, a golden beacon that illuminates the night.

Any who dare to venture out into the Darkness are welcome to join him at any time. ]

[ooc: Permissions post is here! As always, anyone with the ability to sense who and what he is, feel free to do so! Also, for those of you who want to run into Aslan, just list the Sector and general time in the subject line! ]

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It falls to us, yes.

[ A pause, then: ]

How do you fare?

...

[How does he fare? Not well, that much is certain, uncertainty slowing his steps with each emptier passing day.

The three Keyblades in the garden remain at the forefront of his mind.]

..My Lord.

[The two words are phrased as a request. If he must speak, he would rather not do it this way.]

[ He understands.

The feed changes, revealing darkened streets and a tattered lamppost.

His location, should Eraqus wish to find him. ]

[His head bows in wordless thanks, even though the gesture cannot be seen. The lamppost is marker enough for him to find the location, as the image provided is set within his mind.

Within minutes, the darkness is interrupted by a second light; the portal spins outwards, a pale white circle of magic lit by blue and lilac energies. Eraqus emerges shortly after, Keyblade clasped tightly in hand, remaining with him even after the portal is dismissed.

Long strides carry him down the dimlit street towards the lamppost where the King of the Wood has shown he will be, his expression locked in a rigid frown.]

[ And there he stands, beneath said lamppost which flickers in the darkness. His own light is strong and unimpeded as ever.

His expression grave, he nods at the master in greeting. ]

[The steps are steady, growing no shorter in stride until he stands before the Lion, grey eyes meeting that of the King of the Wood steadily, even as Aslan nods in greeting.

Then, he sinks to one knee, the Master Keeper's 'point' pressed to the ground as the Keyblade is planted before him, right hand tightening about the upright hilt.]

..My Lord.

[His own head bows, as much out of respect as it is the weight of doubt and sorrow within his heart.]

Thank you for seeing me.

[ He looks at the other, but doesn't respond -- not immediately. He's never really demanded such formalities, and most of all, he's concerned about what weighs on the other's mind.

He nods once, golden face somber. ]

What has happened?

[Never demanded. Yet the formality allows Eraqus some semblence of -- if not control, then at least the illusion of such, for himself if no one else. Grey eyes drop their gaze, resting on the great paws of the Lion before him.]

Two of my students have left the port.

Terra has...disappeared.

[It's been 10 days. Days and nights of searching, and worrying, and a silent empty house.

The image of three abandoned keyblades are bright within his minds' eye, visible whether they remain opened or not.]

..I am worried.

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