sirenspull | Entries tagged with !: sora

[The night is winding down, and the house is quiet again (It's emptier than last year, but certainly just as warm.) Sora hopes he hasn't woken anyone up, but for those awake in the last hours of Christmas... how about some company?]

Hey there. Did everybody have a good Christmas?

I sure did. It's been hours and I'm still stuffed!

[Sora's reclining on his stomach on the bed, eyes not on the screen but on a notebook in front of him. It's a letter unlike any other he's written (though far more important.) The recipient of this particular document won't receive it until after Sora disappears from the port. These days, with his friends going missing from the Port one by one, he thinks that day might be coming soon.]

I wonder where I'll be next Christmas...

[He taps the end of the pen on the paper, rests his chin on his hand in thought. He's written a lot, but there's so many things he needs to say if this person comes back to the Port one day in the future. The pen finds the paper again, but only to trace idly over the first line at the very top:

'Dear Me,']

The memories I've made here, the people I've met? They're special. Even if one day, we can't spend time with each other on Christmas in the future? Deep down, we'll always remember.

[He'd honestly thought about asking some tough questions tonight. Asking about how to keep friends safe, even when you're not there. About how to keep promises when you don't remember them. How to honor precious people you'll never see again back home. Things that seem impossible to detail, even if he had all the stationary to do it on.

But that's all right. He'll figure all this out somehow. In any case, it's late. It's Christmas. Sora feels good. And he hopes everyone else does too.]

So ... [He looks up with a smile] thanks for everything.

lockandkeyblade

[You're very tall today, Siren's Port. Or rather, Sora's in a place high enough that we should all watch our step or risk a very, very long fall. Sora's rather at home at the edge of the rooftop though, and the NV's steady where it's been set. Sora's busy chewing on his pencil's eraser, pondering what to write.]

I've been thinking. We've all got things we regret. We beat ourselves up, even if there's nothing we can do about it.

[Sora's pencil takes to the paper, scrawling out his thoughts.]

'If I could just go back in time, maybe I could fix it. If I could do it all over again, I'd really change things! Make it all better.'

Right?

[He finishes decisively. Then... turns it over, folding it lengthwise. Corners down, foldback the edges and... there. One completed paper airplane, wings branded with Sora's distinctive handwriting.]

The other day, a really brave friend taught me something important. Me and my friends, we've been in some pretty scary places. When you're lost in the darkness, it can get really hard to find the light.

[He pushes up off the ground with a small bounce an stands upright on his own two feet.]

But it's always there-- you just gotta look for it. I mean, if things never happened the way they did, who knows where or even who we'd be. I'm me because of the good and the bad. Mistakes and all. I'm me because of my memories, and the people I've met along the way. Including everybody here in the Port.

It's not easy letting go. Sometimes it takes forever. But one thing I know that really helps... [One flick of his hand sends the paper airplane flying off the edge. Sora shields his eyes from the sun and stands right at the edge, watching as the wind sweeps it up and takes it on a spiralling path out of sight.

Feels good.]

... is having a somebody who'll hear you out.

So how about it?

Ever look back? Or wish you could do something all over again?

lockandkeyblade

[Hey there, Siren's Port! Sora's sitting on the floor, broadcasting from the the community center with a tiny redheaded five year old standing just behind him. He's tugging spikes of hair on Sora's head in ridiculous angles, but Sora doesn't mind. His hair is pretty ridiculous to begin with.]

Hey guys. This is Andrew, and he's new to our afterschool program at the Newcomer Community Center. He's kinda shy, but we're working on that right? [Andrew gives a bashful smile as he nods, but for all his shyness? He's also on the verge of a giggle-fit. He he has a loosely closed fist over his mouth (a nervous habit) before he ducks behind Sora's head out of sight.] Anyway, if you've got free time, you should drop by and do some activities with us! There's lots to do, it's for a good cause. Plus it'll be really fun!

[Offscreen, not everything is at peace. An argument has broken out between an insistent girl and boy, probably around 8 or 9. Sora turns when he hears his own name. Oh, what?]

--h yeah, even ask Sora!

[The boy fires back, skeptical] Sora doesn't even have a girlfriend stupidhead.

[Sora looks pretty alarmed at this point.]

Does too! My sister says that girlfriends and boyfriends hold hands and Kairi and Sora did it yesterday! I saw!

Oh yeah well, Jady Parkinson's big brother says they're not boyfriend or girlfriend 'til they kiss.

Well maybe they did!

[Okay. Time to intervene. Sora gets to his feet.] Now, hang on a second...

Oh yeah, well my dad says you can't believe anything Jady Parkinson's brother says 'cause he's from SERO.

Sora! [The girl stomps her foot, turning to Sora pleadingly to intervene, crying foul. ]

[Sora spares a glance at the NV]

I'll... be right back.

lockandkeyblade

[So it does happen on occasion that Sora likes to play Sherlock. This particular evening, inspiration strikes while in the midst of training exercises in the woods (taught to him some time ago by a certain blue haired master). His hair's a little mussed, outfit slightly askew. But here's something new! Sora's sporting some new duds: At the moment, his left arm's covered in what appears to be some well-crafted armor.]

I've been thinking... Back in my world, there used to things called Gates that helped get you from place to place. Thing is, they weren't all that easy to find, and they didn't just open for anybody or for any reason.

Only, if I'm right, I just might know a way to make this work!

[Hence, his next question. It's completely relevant to the previous matter, he promises:]

What's most important to you? What's something you guys just can't go without?

[Tell the sixteen year old about your precious items, Siren's Port. So he can ask to see it. Toss it in the air. Point a weapon at it.]

[It'll turn out just fine.]

[Probably.]