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Fifth Fragment | Shadow Event
Characters: Terra, his Shadow, and anyone that come across them
Setting: Floor Thirteen
Format: Initial prose, posts in [Action], but I'll follow your lead.
Summary: Terra's bad luck stats finally kick in, and he runs into his Shadow. A Boss Fight will soon follow.
Warnings: Um. Just for the Shadow. Because anything that talks like Xemnas needs to shut up.
It had only been a few days since the fog had spread throughout the tower, and already Terra was more than a little sick of it. Bumping into things, trying not to run into people--
And feeling like he was being watched constantly, or rather, moreso than usual. This fog set him on edge, and his nerves were getting to be frayed from the constant watch.He had a Bad Feeling about today in particular, and with the warning that had gone about about what a person could encounter in this fog? He was trying to listen to his instincts for once.
Those instincts drew him to a floor he'd never actually stayed in for more than a few minutes, preferring to simply move past it as fast as he could. But today, he stopped. Not exactly knowing what to expect, he wanders in cautiously, Ends of the Earth held tightly in his grip. What he sees is... not quite what he was expecting.
The fog has altered the appearance of this floor, and the design changes send shivers down Terra's spine. The stained glass windows have been changed, the images showing things that only still existed in his memory; the Land of Departure, destroyed by darkness. The World that Never Was. Kingdom Hearts, with a gaping hole in the center. The rows of pews are gone, shoved aside to make room for a simple, shattered mosaic. His footsteps echo slightly on the stone floor as he approaches the altar, his gaze fixed on the figure that is standing there with their back turned.
For the second time in less than a week, Terra finds himself incapable of speaking. It's like he's been filled with ice and a lump has formed in his throat.
Even with the warning that had gone out, even with the Bad Feeling he had today, running across anyone or anything resembling Xemnas had been the last thing he had expected.
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He stayed quiet for the time being, waiting to see what else would happen and hoping to the gods above and below that this guy doesn't reject his Shadow.
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A choked sound from Terra shows it is on the right track. Slowly, it turns to face the Keybearer, the smirk still on it's face. "Even the very illusion of hope is powerful, is it not? To remain strong even as all sense of identity is eroded away-- to hold on to a single, simple purpose for so long that it becomes twisted by the illusion that you struggle to maintain... is it worth it?"
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"Any amount of hope is better than nothing... and that 'illusion' is only as real as you make it." Yes, there is someone else present, Terra. "The same could be said of despair."