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a genie presents you a PS3, a Wii, and a 360

PS3 and Wii.

Hey, what do you know, those are the consoles I own anyway. And it's nothing personal, I think the 360 is a marvelous system. I've just never got interested. To this day, I have yet to play a 360. Never played the original Xbox, either. So if by some hypothetical chance that the console "I didn't choose" disappears from the industry, I really wouldn't mind. lol.

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 19, 2007 in forum: Gaming
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Kingdom Hearts III: The Revival (Working Title)

I finished Chapter 14. Wtf.

-- Chapter Fourteen --

Cid’s very sudden dismissal from the convoy had left quite an impact on each of its travelers as silence claimed the air around them, doing so for the remaining duration of the trip. Such a sullen emotional plague continued until the group finally brought their ships to land on the outskirts of what Roxas confirmed to be the land of the Dreamweavers. Jovial exchanges about the thrilling experience would’ve surely followed once they all regrouped outside their cockpits, but after reaching the safe grounds of the Dreamweaver world only several minutes after Cid’s valiant efforts to sustain their survival—with the sound of the EMP blast still fresh in their memory—there was simply no possible way for anyone to find it within themselves to be positive about their arrival, let alone allow smiles to escape their lips.

A large, mountainous structure stood before them as the group took note of the greenery that littered the floors where they walked, and crawled up the walls of the stony architecture. Drawing closer to the center of the mountain, there existed a narrow passageway located several meters away from Sora and the others’ position, which looked to be a crack in the mountain’s foundation caused by some natural occurrence. Upon closer inspection it became clear that the narrow dark alley was indeed a path toward the interior of the mountain, or whatever lay hidden behind it.

“We should keep moving,” Sora muttered softly as he began trekking forward, attempting to break off from the rest of the group.

Roxas quickly grabbed a hold of the Key Bearer’s wrist just as he passed by. “It’d be better if we stuck together, Sora. There still might be booby-traps along the way.”

Sora clenched his teeth in annoyance, before brushing off Roxas grip. “Fine.”

Yuffie and Leon both sighed dejectedly as they watched the quick exchange between Roxas and Sora; the young brunette sure didn’t make an effort to hide his displeasure about the entire ordeal with Cid. But taking his other insecurities into account, most important of these being the fact that he was now Keyblade-less, it was hard for any of them to really say anything to the blue-eyed protagonist about how he was feeling or what he was thinking.

“I’ll lead,” Roxas announced before turning his attention toward Kairi. “Stay close to me, Princess, we’re almost there.”

Sora couldn’t help but look on sourly as he watched Roxas eagerly take over what he thought was his job—that was, his job as Kairi’s protector; or bodyguard, or anything that involved him making sure she was okay and away from harm. Bitterness began looming over Sora’s thoughts as he soon found himself unable to do anything about the situation. Under normal circumstances, surely Sora would’ve been able to say, “I’ll watch over her, Roxas, don’t worry”, or “That’s okay, Roxas, I got it” with his usual demeanor of confidence. But just as he felt his Keyblade was mercilessly stolen from him, he also felt his confidence was as well, along with his ability to protect Kairi, and his very purpose as the Key Bearer. To say “I’ll protect Kairi” now was a laughable concept, like a mouse promising to protect a lion from its predators. To be Kairi’s protector was now a fleeting concept, an amusing farce at best.

* * *

The way Roxas spoke of the Dreamweavers made it easy for Sora and the others to expect their world to be one that flourished with limitless futuristic appeal. Flying cars, castles built on clouds, beings taking to the sky on glowing wings; all of these fantastical notions were things that many of the Radiant Garden Restoration Committee members thought they would find when they first laid their eyes on the hidden world of the Last Dreamweavers. Instead, they were greeted by the polar opposite—at least, quite the contrary of what they were expecting.

The world of the Dreamweavers resembled more of an abandoned mine, or a civilization hidden deep within the crevices of the earth. While it did possess some charming aesthetics, one of which being the very large cathedral ceiling that extended many miles above from where they stood, a lot of the community’s infrastructure was still quite primitive. Houses seemed to conform to the shape of the cavernous alcoves and indentations in the stone, and the various pathways and corridors that made up the landscape were lit by modest flames from antique oil lanterns, making some areas of the path appear much darker than others. Such light sources gave the underground city a melancholy, yet soothing atmosphere depending on one’s mood or perspective when they first entered. For the five individuals who had traveled far and risked much to make their way to such a place, it was easy for melancholy to gain their affection.

“This… is the land of the Dreamweavers?” Yuffie asked, somewhat confused. “Are you sure we landed in the right world?”

Roxas nodded. “Yes, this is definitely it.”

“But it’s… so archaic,” Yuffie commented. “Leon, did you expect it to look something like this?”

“The way King Mickey spoke of the Dreamweavers, I must say I’m quite surprised myself,” Leon replied.

“You have to remember that the Dreamweavers are people that were constantly forced to renounce their existence and disappear off the face of the multiverse, more than once. Each time their society advanced, or created something new, something powerful, there was always someone else who would eventually yearn for that power, to take it for themselves,” Roxas explained. “After repeatedly watching their intelligence become the source of their own misery, it doesn’t surprise me that they’ve decided to keep their land the way they found it.”

“What’s the point,” Sora added. “… Right?”

Roxas nodded once more. “Right.”

Kairi listened attentively to Roxas’ deductions on the mentality of the Dreamweavers, or what was left of them. While this was only the second time she was told about the Dreamweavers, about who they were and what they stood for, Kairi held a great deal of sympathy for them. Maybe it was because she had Dreamweaver blood flowing through her veins as well, thanks to her half-Dreamweaver father, or maybe it was because a part of her immediately became attached to the vicinity once she stepped foot inside the dark alleyway that led to the spot where she stood now. There was something about the air she breathed, the feel of the rubble and sand underneath her shoes, and the smell of the dusty stone that surrounded her that somehow soothed her senses. It put her at a sense of ease as she quickly became comfortable with the setting around her; it was almost as if… she had been here before.

“We should keep moving,” Roxas broke the silence. “The entrance to the city isn’t that far from here.”

“You mean we’re not in the city yet?” Leon asked.

“Nope,” Roxas chuckled. “Consider this one very large foyer.”

After clearing a few flights of stone staircases, the group finally came across a large clearing. The ceiling was shrouded by darkness, being far too high to be seen by the naked eye. The room itself resembled what they witnessed at the End of the World: a large coliseum tattered and torn by age and time. However, what made this particular sight far more ominous—but at the same time, breathtaking—was that there was no open floor to walk on. Instead, a bottomless pit awaited any individuals who allowed themselves the mistake of deviating away from the safety of the cliffs. There was but a single path to trek—with a width that could support no more than four people side by side—that stretched across the room, allowing defenseless passage across the enormous circular cavity that waited below them.

“This would be the entrance to the city,” Roxas informed the group.

“We have to cross that thing?” Yuffie bit her lip. “It doesn’t even look sturdy! Just what is holding that thing up anyway!”

“You know, I don’t know,” Roxas blinked perplexingly.

“Roxas!”

“It’s okay!” Kairi interrupted as she ran out in front before turning to face her peers.

“Kairi?” Sora asked.

“It’s just a feeling I got,” Kairi turned momentarily to gaze earnestly at the view in front of them. “It’ll be alright… that’s what I think.”

“And there you have it,” Roxas smiled, turning to the others. “Shall we go then?”

Sora locked gazes with Kairi for a moment, finding reassurance in her inspiriting expression. “Right, let’s do it.”

It did take an extra minute or so to finally convince Yuffie to gather her nerve to walk the platform—at the cost of Leon parting with some very valuable materia—but soon after they were well on their way to the entrance of the lost city. They walked in three rows, Roxas leading the way on his own, followed by Sora and Kairi in the middle, then finally Leon and Yuffie bringing up the rear of the group. After flying a ship convoy for several hours with the two Destiny Island teenagers compacted in the middle together, it had probably become a comfortable arrangement that they had all come to accept, even it seemed unlikely that Sora and more importantly, Kairi, needed to be barricaded in the middle of the group as defense against some unforeseen assassination attempt.

“Hey, I see some guards up ahead,” Yuffie spotted two armored soldiers standing stoically at the end of the path. They were each positioned on either side of what looked to be a large burgundy coloured gate, which most definitely led toward the inside of the city.

“What do we do, Roxas?” Kairi asked apprehensively.

“I… have absolutely no idea,” Roxas blinked again, confused. “Say hi? I guess?”

“What!? That’s not funny!” Yuffie snapped from the back. “You have to know what to do!”

“I told you my memory was fuzzy!” Roxas whispered back.

“You navigate us through a ridiculously dangerous cavern, but blank out on a pair of gatekeepers!? I will not stand for this, Roxas!” Yuffie retorted.

“Shh! I’m trying to think!” Roxas hissed.

“Maybe you need to give them a secret password,” Leon thought aloud. “I remember that was pretty popular.”

“Leon… that’s gotta be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Yuffie replied.

“What about a hand signal? Or a sequence of body movements?” Leon continued.

“Please, just… stop talking,” Yuffie closed her eyes, irritably.

“Halt! Who goes there!” one of the guards spoke.

“Oh crap, let’s just go,” Yuffie turned to leave before being grabbed by the collar by the nimble hands of Leon.

Roxas held his arm off to the side, signaling the others to stay where they were before the blonde-haired boy approached the two guards.

“Umm… hey there,” Roxas scratched the back of his head. “We’re here to uhh…”

“Master Ventus!” one of the guards interrupted. “I didn’t recognize you with that outfit on. We’ve been expecting you!”

“Ventus?” Sora and the others whispered to each other.

“You’ve been expecting me?” Roxas inquired, puzzled.

“Yes, we were told you were on your way here,” the other guard explained.

“Really? By who?” Roxas started to become suspicious.

“There’s a lot to discuss,” the left guard replied before turning toward the rest of the group several feet back. “Please, everyone come inside.”

Roxas paused for a moment before finally turning toward the others. “Well you heard them, let’s go on in.”

* * *

Kairi had to admit, she was definitely not used to having so much attention drawn to her—especially when she was sure that this was her first time to visit the land of the Dreamweavers. Many eyes locked with hers as she timidly glanced at the villagers she came across while being led through the main square of the city. Most of the attention the young heroine received felt welcoming, as if they viewed Kairi as a long lost daughter that had finally returned home. When they would occasionally come across the younger children, they would immediately scurry behind their parents for safety, whispering questions like “Mother, who’s that?” or “What a pretty lady”. However, there were some ill-natured inquiries among the children they came across, some whom had labeled the entire group as “filthy outsiders” and proceeded to kick small rocks in their path as they passed them by. Such variation in attitude was enough to show that even among the population of the Last Dreamweavers, a group that initially sought exile together, there was still a lot of disagreement and dissatisfaction within many of its people.

Kairi also found it bizarre that she seemed to be the only one who gained most of the attention from the inhabitants around them, which Sora and the others quickly picked up on. Many—if not all—the comments were directed at Kairi, and those who remained silent still kept their gazes locked on the crimson-haired Princess as she walked by. It was true that from what they were told about Kairi and her past, she would naturally become the topic of discussion if she ever made her way to the world of the Dreamweavers. But what bothered her was that it seemed everyone around her were quite intimately aware of who she was; yet she couldn’t say the same about any of them.

They were finally brought to a stop at the north-most area of the village, where another large door stood in the distance. Unlike the entrance gates that was made of burgundy coloured steel, the large door before them was made purely of stone, although the carving of the shape was somewhat primordial as many edges seemed unfinished and the overall shape not exactly resembling that of a functional door.

“Please step back for a moment, everyone,” one of the guards requested.

The other guard reached to remove one of his gauntlets before approaching the entrance door. After closing his eyes, he gently placed his palm on the center of the stone door before chanting a small incantation. After a few moments, a bright glyph illuminated around his hand before implanting itself on the door, spinning clockwise as if to open a lock. The sound of a lock opening resounded loudly from the door, causing a small tremor around the area. Tiny rocks trickled down the walls around the door as the entrance slowly opened on its accord, stopping short once it rotated a full ninety degrees.

The group was led once more down another walkway in silence, although their surroundings had been becoming slowly more elaborate in nature. There were still not flying cars or floating transporters, but their environment definitely reflected many characteristics similar to that of an ancient temple. Phrases of scripture and accompanied drawings were engraved all along the walls as they continued deeper into the mountain. Yuffie was about to comment on one of the drawings she noticed before bumping clumsily into Sora’s back; they had come to a stop.

Elevated by a small flight of steps, there sat three individuals in carefully carved stone chairs. The one in the middle seemed to be of more importance as the group took note of the significantly larger size and more frivolous structure of the chair.

“On behalf of the Dreamweavers, I bid you all welcome,” the middle one of the three spoke.

It was a woman, middle-aged at best. Her locks were white like the purest snow, almost beaming off her form as it traveled down to her elbows. She was dressed in a silver robe that bore much more sophistication than anything else in the entire village. Although everything about her physically seemed average, the amount of power and wisdom that radiated off her was unmistakable. She was almost too intimidating to stand before as the Radiant Garden travelers found it hard to keep eye contact.

“I am Evelyn, leader of the Dreamweavers here at the Lost World,” she spoke elegantly. “I’m glad you all could make it. I pray your journey here wasn’t too difficult.”

“We lost one member of our team,” Roxas explained. “He stayed behind to ensure our safe arrival.”

Sora and the others looked down solemnly, as a moment of silence followed.

“I am sorry to hear that,” Evelyn bowed her head respectfully. “The defense systems you encountered at the Gorge of Hades were implemented using magical incantations that I am not familiar with. As much as I tried to override their orders of attack, it was out of my hands. It was my younger sister who had placed those armaments there, but she has long since passed away.”

“Your sister?” Leon asked.

“Renalyn the Prophet, the previous ruler of the Dreamweavers,” Evelyn answered.

“That’s… that childhood friend of Kairi’s father, right?” Sora turned to the others. “King Cyril the III.”

“Master Ventus, why did you travel through the Gorge of Hades to bring Lady Kairi here? A Class-A portal would’ve been much safer and a lot more efficient,” Evelyn asked, her face full of question.

Roxas scratched his head again. “I don’t remember how to create a Class-A portal. More importantly, why does everyone here keep calling me Ventus? My name is Roxas.”

Renalyn raised her brows suddenly, glancing at each of her two subordinates to seek enlightenment. A moment passed as one of the other seated individuals leaned over to whisper something in Evelyn’s ear.

Evelyn’s expression changed. “I see. So that’s how it is.”

“What?” Roxas inquired.

“Step forward please, Master Ven—I mean, Roxas,” Evelyn ordered. “This pertains to you as well, Lady Kairi. Please step forward as well.”

Roxas and Kairi exchanged looks of bewilderment before both stepping forward, awaiting Evelyn’s next command.

“Roxas, do you know anything about ‘The Room of Sleep’ and ‘The Room of Awakening’?” Evelyn asked.

Roxas furrowed a brow at Evelyn’s question; his memory did recall something about those two things.

The concept behind The Room of Sleep and The Room of Awakening first came into existence shortly after the Lost Faction of the Dreamweavers first created and perfected the Reality Refraction Phenomenon. They were certain that someday the Ultairian Kingdom would seek after their newly developed power like they did the Keyblade, but they were determined to make sure such a thing would ever happen again. With the threat of invasion suspiciously imminent—after being attacked several times by a mysterious Keyblader—the Dreamweavers felt they needed an infallible plan that would enable them to keep the secrets behind the Reality Refraction Phenomenon hidden away from their enemies. It became clear that with a race of people who knew the Reality Refraction Phenomenon, and how to use it effortlessly, the only way to keep their skill a secret was to completely forget how to use it when the time was convenient for them. This way, if they were captured by any kind of enemy who wanted their power, it would be impossible for them to leak out the secrets of the Reality Refraction Phenomenon if there was nothing to tell. Naturally, the first problem was how to forget a skill that became just as natural to them as breathing?

At first, they tried using the Reality Refraction Phenomenon to force themselves to forget, but because such a skill became as subconscious as breathing, this soon became impossible to achieve. Even Renalyn’s efforts to do so ended up in failure and that particular method was scrapped.

The Dreamweavers felt they were on the right track, however. If there was a way to make them genuinely forget how to use the Reality Refraction Phenomenon, it could only be found in their own power. The Reality Refraction Phenomenon was able to perform miracles, or inconceivable things; such power could be the only way to answer their problem.

After several other variables were factored in, the Dreamweavers realized that the sole obstacle in their way was their own cognition. Although the Reality Refraction Phenomenon could virtually complete any task, regardless of any restriction of that particular reality, it was impossible to make one forget about a skill if they’re trying to use it at the same time. Thus, the Dreamweavers sought a new approach: they would need someone else to perform the ritual on them.

This method was met with partial success, but was definitely a failure in terms of what they wanted to achieve. Even with the most talented Dreamweavers volunteering to perform the ritual, the amount of knowledge that the test subjects had forgotten was negligible, and hardly progress. It would soon turn out that the amount of power needed to effectively force a Dreamweaver to forget how to use the Reality Refraction Formation could not be channeled or contained in a single individual. It would take hundreds upon hundreds of people at once to complete such a task.

And that’s when The Room of Sleep was born. It was Renalyn who first introduced the idea of creating a machine—well, more specifically a chamber—that would carry out the procedure. In its constituents, a machine’s raw power greatly outweighed that of a human being’s. Renalyn proposed that the Dreamweavers would infuse a little bit of their power into the machine on a daily basis until there was enough energy to create the amount of power they needed to successfully perform the ritual. With the number of people living in their village, and the amount of average energy that could be donated each day exceeded all their expectations. When they finally had enough power to test run their new Room of Sleep. To say the least, it was an incredible success.

Soon after came the creation of the Room of Awakening, which while being built in the likeness of the Room of Sleep and required the same amount of work to be completed, the process would simply be reversed. This would eventually become the room where individuals who had their Reality Refraction Phenomenon powers removed could get them restored.

And so, it later became a daily routine for inhabitants of the Dreamweaver world to donate power to the two machines each and every day, even if neither machine was planned to be used on a daily basis, as a way to make it so both machines would always have enough power to be used at any time, and several times a day if needed.

“And that’s why this pertains to the both of you,” Evelyn explained.

“So you’re saying…” Roxas started. “That the reason why I’ve had all these memories and recollections of this place and how to navigate that… Gorge of Hades, but still don’t know where they came from, is because I’m not… complete?”

“Yes, you could put it that way,” Evelyn agreed. “Your true name is Ventus, one of the late King Cyril’s most trusted and most powerful Chasers.”

“I… still don’t think I completely understand,” Roxas muttered.

“Everything will make sense once after you’ve been in the Room of Awakening,” Evelyn concluded.

“What will happen to me? Will I still remember everything that’s happened up until now?”

“Of course,” Evelyn smiled. “Your feelings, your thoughts and your memories as Roxas will still be intact. But you will remember everything about your former self, and all your powers as the Chaser, Ventus, including his personality and his memories will be restored in you. You will be “Awakened” once again,” Evelyn elaborated.

“Wait,” Sora blurted, somewhat against his own will.

Roxas, Kairi and Evelyn all turned to look at the young brunette.

“Yes, what is it, dear?” Evelyn asked.

“Umm… I’m just a little confused,” Sora mumbled, somewhat incoherently.

“Step forward, young man,” Evelyn gestured with an outstretched arm. “Don’t be shy.”

There was something about her motherly nature that allowed Sora’s thoughts to organize themselves. “My name’s Sora, and I don’t mean to question your facts or something but… how can Roxas be this Chaser named Ventus?”

“How can he not be?” Evelyn blinked. “Is he not the one who led you all here? That would be impossible for someone who’s never once set foot on these grounds. And his appearance is strikingly similar to Ventus. It’s unmistakable.”

“But Roxas is my Nobody,” Sora emphasized.

“Nobody?” Evelyn tilted her head.

“I’ll rephrase…” Sora cleared his throat. “He’s my other half; the other part of my being. How could Roxas be my other half, but yet, also be this warrior named Ventus who obviously existed long before I was born?”

Sora’s insecurity had gotten the best of him again, and Leon and Yuffie both made note of that as they watched the young protagonist cling onto what he could still claim was part of him, or how he was connected to the events that were exponentially unfolding before them. It was obvious that it pestered the Key Bearer that Roxas had suddenly become identified as some warrior of Kairi’s past, and not Sora’s other half—which he was still certain, was true. It was another major blow to his already weakened ego that now, not only did it seem that the Keyblade not his to begin with—but in fact, Roxas’—but now it seemed that Roxas was not half of Sora at all, but instead this powerful Keyblader known as Ventus, someone of Kairi’s ever so important history.

Evelyn lost herself in her thoughts for a moment as she gave Sora’s words some thought. There was no reason not to believe what the young man before her was saying, but she was certain that her deductions were not off the mark.

“Lady Kairi, who is this young man?” she turned her attention back to the Princess of Heart.

“He’s the Key Bearer, your Highness,” Kairi bowed her head. “Wielder of the Kingdom Key.”

Loud whispers erupted between the three seated officials at the front of the altar as they all busily conversed amongst themselves, most likely debating the information that Kairi had just provided. The initial response seemed to be of surprise and shock after Kairi mentioned the word “Kingdom Key”, which was only natural considering the long history the Kingdom Key has had with not only the Dreamweavers, but the Ultairian Kingdom as well.

Sora waited patiently beside Kairi as he awaited the verdict of the Dreamweaver officials on his insinuations about Roxas. The young Key Bearer found himself at the edge of desperation, simply hoping that there would be at least an ounce left of importance left in him to feel proud about. His Keyblade was gone, and so was his ability to protect Kairi. When Roxas began obtaining all sorts of knowledge about the Dreamweavers and the Ultairian Kingdom, although already somewhwat jealous of the Nobody’s sudden gain of superiority of the direction of Kairi’s fate and everyone else’s, a small part of him was still relieved that he could at least say Roxas was the other half of him; the part of him that was related to the events that continued to unfold each and every day before them. Losing the Keyblade struck Sora deeply and forever shattered the confidence he had as a defender of justice and a warrior of good, but the connection he had with Roxas was the last sliver of reassurance that ever so weakly consoled him when his moments were at their lowest.

But now it seemed that truth would only continue to rip away at what little pride Sora had left as an important figure in the fate of the multiverse. Roxas was in fact, someone else? Why would the fates be so cruel, Sora thought to himself. If he had lost all his rationale he would’ve immediately judged this entire ordeal as one huge prank, some miscalculated error that threw them off track of what really lay underneath. Roxas just so happened to look like Ventus, right? As for how he managed to guide them to the world of the Dreamweavers… coincidence? Maybe he was lucky?

“I’ve only seen this happen a few times in my entire life,” Evelyn began. “The fact that this could occur among a specially fated group of people such as yourselves is an amazing occurrence on its own, but if you are the wielder of the Kingdom Key, young Sora, then perhaps it is possible.”

“What do you mean, your Highness?” Sora asked, somewhat frightened.

“I can’t say this as a fact, but the most likely conclusion is, you are the reincarnation of Ventus, a person bound to him by fate, but otherwise, a completely different individual.”

Sora’s heart sank deep in his chest.

It all made sense now, Sora thought. And while the pieces did fit together perfectly after Evelyn revealed that last piece of information, it was the last jigsaw piece to the end of one very spiteful puzzle, one that laughed in the face of Sora’s sorrows, and poked fun at his anxieties. But sadly, it still all made sense. The Kingdom Key chose Sora not because he was simply ‘Sora’, but because he was Ventus in a past life. Learning to use the Keyblade, to grow stronger with it, and to be able to defeat the odds so effortlessly with a weapon he had no prior knowledge of before then had become such a simple question to answer: it was the ‘Ventus’ inside him, a vestige of his original being urging him on from deep within his subconscious.

Perhaps that was the voice Sora heard from the very beginning, all those years ago; the voice that came to him in a dream; the voice that told him to ‘not be afraid’ of the darkness, and that ‘he would be the one to open the door’. Sora had yet to find an answer to that particular riddle of his life, but now Sora felt even more certain that the simplest answer was yet again, Ventus.

And now having lost the ability to wield the Keyblade after Roxas manifested himself outside Sora’s body, it was as if Ventus was now back to claim what was originally is, to be reborn and take back the life that was always is. Looking at Roxas now was never so difficult to do; it was painful. It was almost as if Roxas came back to say, “Thanks for looking after things while I was gone, but now that I’m back, you can stop trying so hard”.

“Sora?” Kairi nudged him one more time. She had been calling him for a while.

Sora slowly raised his head. “… What is it?”

Kairi’s breathing quickened as she fidgeted with her finger while her eyes trailed back and forth anxiously. “Evelyn just said she wants Roxas and I to go into the Room of Awakening.”

“You too?” Sora was slowly starting to daze off.

“Yeah… you know how I said I couldn’t remember anything about my past, no matter how many times people asked?” Kairi asked.

Sora’s expression remained emotionless as he stared through the floor.

Kairi’s nerves took Sora’s silence as his approval. “Apparently my memories of that particular part of my life were erased when I was placed in the Room of Sleep as a child. She wants us to go into the Room of Awakening but…” Kairi began stammering. “I-I’d like it if… y-you waited outside the room for me…”

A part of Sora could tell that Kairi was feeling uncomfortable, causing him to regain and direct his full attention to what Kairi was asking of him, however his shattered pride had prevented him from interpreting her words the way one expected him to. He felt completely useless, unfit and unworthy to be in the company of the Princess of Heart, Kairi, or the powerful Chaser, Ventus. What was Kairi so afraid of? Roxas would be in there with her, which was a lot safer than having the retired Keyblade wielder stand outside the chamber. Sora laughed at the irony of what he had just realized: all this time, he thought, he was the Nobody, merely an empty shell to contain Ventus’ Keyblade powers until he was ready to take them back.

“Sorry… I think I'll head back,” Sora placed his hands in his pockets. “I’m a little tired… I don’t think I can keep my eyes open anymore.”

Leon and Yuffie went wide-eyed at Sora’s response. That was probably the most uncharacteristic thing he could ever say. And refusing Kairi’s plea for his company!

What the hell, thought Yuffie.

“Oh…” Kairi trailed off. “I’m sorry!” she stammered again. “I should’ve been thinking about your health, you’ve been overworking yourself lately. I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking!”

“It’s okay…” Sora stopped before turning his head over his shoulder. “Besides,” his eyes dropped to the floor. “Roxas will be with you... I'm sure there'll be nothing to worry about.”

Kairi smiled weakly; somewhat bothered by Sora’s comment, but tried to interpret it more positively.

Leon and Yuffie looked onwards as the silent Key Bearer left the chamber of Evelyn and the others, being escorted by several guards toward a safe house where they’d be lodging during their stay. There was always a flame that burned within Sora that managed to empower the people around him, and give courage to those who never thought they’d be capable of it. Among these were Simba, the once reluctant King of the Pride Lands. Tron, the computer program that learned that some things were worth fighting for, even Beast, the hesitant Prince who finally learned what was really important. Sora’s ever so radiant flame never failed to transform the people around him into heroes of their own tales, but in the distance, as Leon, Yuffie, Roxas and Kairi watched their young comrade escort his way back into the main square, the passionate flame that usually burned within him was nowhere to be seen. Only a small flicker of light continued to linger there, waiting either to be blown out, or to be reignited.
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As usual, didn't proofread. In fact, I don't know why this chapter is finished. But it is. So even if half the grammar in this chapter ends up sounding ******ed, you all BETTER LOVE READING IT ANYWAY!

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Working on my fic. Omgz, two days so far and already 3,590 words for Chapter 14? What a new time record for me.

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 19, 2007 in forum: The Spam Zone
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The list is up! What list? I hear you say... It's the PURE OWNAGE LIST!!

Xadllas said: ↑

*lets loose a thousand black widow spiders on the ashy thread*
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That's one crazy visual.

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 19, 2007 in forum: The Spam Zone
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Uhhhhhhhh........ not sure of a name....

I'll consider this an intro thread.

- Moved -

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 18, 2007 in forum: Introductions & Departures
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My Girlfriend broke up with me! DDD: (Warning, very minor swearing)

cronoking said: ↑

Pfft, you should check your reps
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SO IT WAS YOU!

..

***.

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 18, 2007 in forum: The Spam Zone
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My Girlfriend broke up with me! DDD: (Warning, very minor swearing)

HigherBeing said: ↑

I think he's calling you a lesbian, yes.
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... Goddamn it.

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 18, 2007 in forum: The Spam Zone
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My Girlfriend broke up with me! DDD: (Warning, very minor swearing)

cronoking said: ↑

Lesbian love is always so sweet *weeps like a girl*
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Wait, what?

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 18, 2007 in forum: The Spam Zone
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hermmm

And here I thought I'd have to be the one to make the correction.

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 18, 2007 in forum: The Spam Zone
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My Girlfriend broke up with me! DDD: (Warning, very minor swearing)

Very Berry said: ↑

hey cheer up although it may seem like its all lost it'll b ok there are plenty of other girls out there and you'll be with another lucky girl b4 u noe it so even though u feel bad now later u'll bak and b a like y did i feel so horrible so just cheer up and eat ice cream
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Umm... <.<;

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 18, 2007 in forum: The Spam Zone
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My Girlfriend broke up with me! DDD: (Warning, very minor swearing)

I hate my life! It's not worth living any more!

Thread by: Soushirei, Jul 18, 2007, 32 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
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Kingdom Hearts II Something Newly Discovered

Roxas and Sora share virtually the same face. The only real difference is their hair style and hair colour, really. It's really amazing how much hair can change how you look.

And while just a theory, it is very likely that Ven and Roxas may be related. They *do* look very similar, if not a mirror image. How they are related, however, we don't know.

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 18, 2007 in forum: Kingdom Hearts HD II.5 ReMIX
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The PAIN!!!!!!!! T.T

Shikamarus Shadow said: ↑

*makes shoush swallow whistle*

hehe, now everytime a strong wind blows into him it'll whistle <>
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I also now have the awesome ability to whistle with my mouth wide-open. Take that, Criss Angel.

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 18, 2007 in forum: The Spam Zone
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The PAIN!!!!!!!! T.T

*blows whistle* Walk it off!

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 18, 2007 in forum: The Spam Zone
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Would You Rather........

Zombies will take a while to die, unless you eat the brain first. D:

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 18, 2007 in forum: The Spam Zone
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hermmm

HigherBeing said: ↑

akchuali, i'v alwaiz lohvd mai inglish tichures. :3
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I phails moarer becuz mee tehnses bee ronger then yoos.

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 18, 2007 in forum: The Spam Zone
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hermmm

Whu teeched u 2 spoke inglish anywai.

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 18, 2007 in forum: The Spam Zone
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hermmm

HigherBeing said: ↑

I love to spell things write.

Which is why I'm almost like Alice when it comes to grammar/spelling.

lol, I knew it.
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Hahaha. XDD

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 18, 2007 in forum: The Spam Zone
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hermmm

Infidel? O_o

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Post by: Soushirei, Jul 18, 2007 in forum: The Spam Zone
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It's really amazing that

http://youtube.com/watch?v=wP5MvWCLjJU

Post by: Soushirei, Jul 18, 2007 in forum: The Spam Zone

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