sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: ventus

[Xion looks dishevelled and pale, swamped in a hoodie that's too big for her and possibly pilfered from the wardrobe of someone much larger. She looks lost, a little bewildered, her hand hovering over the button of her NV as though she's having second thoughts about recording herself.

She looks aside, her eyes downcast, then after second she steels herself, squares her shoulders, and looks dead at the camera. Her voice is small when she starts to speak.]

I want to know... if there's any really good ways of remembering somebody. I don't mean memories, because those are precious and sometimes you just want to hold onto those and keep them in your heart forever and not share them... but if someone you love dies. If they go away from here and you know that they-

[Her voice catches.]

How would you keep them alive? How do you let people know that they made a difference, that they were special and that they couldn't be pushed around by anyone, no matter how hard people tried to- to-

[She swipes angrily at her eyes, brushing away tears.]

No matter how hard they tried to keep him from having a life, from having friends, from having a hea-

Xion...

[Roxas appears in the background and walks forward, pausing to place two mugs on a table quickly enough that cocoa slops over the top. He moves with purpose but holds himself a little stiffly, as if something hurts. When he reaches Xion, he crouches for a moment, looking her over carefully to make sure she's all right before pulling her close and holding her tight. She doesn't fight him and curls into the embrace, small and uncertain as she hides her face against his shoulder.]

Hey, it's okay. Don't...don't do this now, let's just have our cocoa. It'll be okay.

[He clings to her in return for a moment longer before there's some shuffling and strange angles as he gently takes the NV out of her hands and centers the camera on his face.]

Axel's gone from Siren's Port again. Since last night maybe.

[He hesitates for a moment longer, as if considering saying something else, but then just ends the video.]

[[ooc: black is Roxas blue is Xion. Due to magnificent timezone co-ordination failure and old ladies needing their bedtime, we didn't manage to get this up yesterday]]

akirameru

[it's been something shy of a month before a certain kid finally gets around to gracing the network with his presence– though, judging by the tone of his voice, he sounds about as bored as a pile of bricks.]

[but Vanitas is as good as concealing his true intentions as the helmet he keeps on his head is good at concealing his features. he's had a fascinating week, and he's even got the paperwork to show for it.]

It's kind of funny how much you can learn about all sorts of different people just by making a change of face. [there is the sound of him shuffling the aforementioned paperwork.]

Question for you all, though. Let's say you learned a secret– a really important, really personal secret. And let's say it's a secret about someone you hate with every fiber of your being.

What would you do with it? Would it depend on what the secret is?

I'm all ears.

( Private to His Most Esteemed Baldiness, aka Master Xehanort. )

rainprism

[Dust. Lots and lots of dust. Several minutes of silence fill the feed. There has been an accidental activation of the video function, and for those first crucial moments, all that can be seen is billowing curtains of dust falling and settling around the NV, which is stationary on the ground.

Gradually, a close silhouette appears -- a long, shapeless lump on the ground to begin with ... until the last bits of dust clear away. The details come into focus. It's probably a white sleeve, but it's ripped, snagged, and slightly stained by the dark orange dust. And there's more -- a hand at the end of that sleeve, partially covered by fingerless gloves, palm down in that dust.

Labored breathing crescendos into range of the NV's microphone soon thereafter, and it isn't long before movement rocks the arm in an unstable to-and-fro motion. The person this arm belongs to ... is coming around.]

Nnnh ... !

[... Albeit painfully. When Aqua plowed into the baseball diamond the first time, there'd been the buffer of her armor to soften the blow. This time, she's taken the full brunt of the impact. But not unlike her first collision into Siren's Port, her recovery curve is rising sharply -- not long after the groan, a green light sets the recording NV out of focus for a moment and a musical trill sounds the casting of a Curaga spell. That arm is bathed in curative magic, and her hand closes around a fistful of dirt before the process of pushing herself into an upright position begins. The move is riddled with pauses and small gasps as sore spots are identified, but she somehow manages to maneuver herself into side-sitting, knees together and bent at an angle, the metallic accents of her boots clicking together as her ankles cross.

At first, the lens of the NV only captures this much; Her neatly folded legs. But her elbows soon find her knees and her face is promptly buried in her hands. The high noon sun has effectively stunned her, and she remains steadfastly in this position ... presumably, to get her bearings.]

Home ...

[The feed continues in this manner. A blue-haired young woman none the wiser to her in-progress broadcast, hiding her eyes like a child, coping with lingering aches, and whispering something with each carefully measured exhalation ... over and over, rhythmically.]

... Home ...

[The light of day is dizzying after a decade of nothing but darkness.]

Home.

todomarishi

[In a clearing somewhere in Sector 7, Terra kneels before a shrine of sorts. The 'shrine' consists of little more than a sword stand decorated with bits of metal and stained glass. In front of it, four tea light candles are set up in square glass holders. Three of the candles are lit. To the left of the candles is a dish filled with strawberries.

A wooden replica of a Keyblade lies across the stand itself.

On Terra's lap, lying parallel to the wooden blade, is his own Keyblade. Terra's busy cleaning his weapon with a strip of cloth.]

One of the instructors at the academy told me that everything happens for a reason. I've been thinking about that lately and I'm not sure I believe it. There's a lot of things in my life that I can't find any reason for, no matter how hard I look. But that instructor is a very wise man... He wouldn't just make things up. So I figure maybe it's true for some people and not for others. Maybe for some people, things just happen for no reason at all.

Maybe some people were brought to this world for a reason and others weren't. Maybe it's even a mistake that some people are here.

[Light flares somewhere off-camera: Terra did think to set up a defensive spell to try and shield himself from any of those daytime shadow monsters.]

Master Aqua has left the city again. I know she was working at a magic school. I'm sorry for the inconvenience her absence probably poses to her coworkers and students.

[He glances up then, trying to remember what else it was he'd meant to say... Oh, right.]

I hope everyone's getting a chance to honor their fathers today. [He nods absently.] It's a nice holiday.

voidgears

[the feed starts with a little bit of feedback, but when it starts the voice is one of one perturbed angry, unversed boy. And yes, he's shouting]

VENTUS!!!!

I know you're here, so stop hiding from me.

[The voice isn't as loud or as angry, but he's still pretty pissed.] You and I. We need to talk. [A heart to heart if you will] There's some guidelines that need to be laid down.

And this time? No hiding behind those pesky little friends of yours.

I mean it. You better find me before I find you.

[/end feed]

edge_of_nothing

I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

[The feed continues as Xemnas closes the book he has in hand, glancing up at the NV after a moment of pause.]

...There is never a dull moment.

[In the background, across a desk full of paperwork, a cat stalks elegantly until she decides to settle right in the middle of it all. Apparently it doesn't take much to keep her content. For now.]

Perhaps one can even call it 'eventful' - a fitting pace for a city such as Siren's Port. It is typical considering the demographic of the populace. [Of course, he then considers what he has recently heard/seen on the Network.] Then again, I suppose it varies from person to person.

And, like most, I still find myself busy with all that has been happening. And I do not expect anything less.