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[limitstorm]

I'm not! He's making me! I'm trying to fight it!

[notkittenaround]

[ ... She twirls the keyblade in a manner too experienced to be comforting. True, she is not accustomed to blades, and she holds it more as a Dragoon's lance, but she is certainly worth trying to avoid a boss fight with.

Driftfleet.
Trial of Darkness. ]

Where is he?

[limitstorm]

[ uhoh. xehanort's heartless surfaces, the hazy smoke snapping into a figure of a tall, dark-skinned man with long silver hair. ] He belongs to me. [ is all he says, sharp and succinct, and one of xehanort's hands drops to riku's neck, like he's threatening to cut off his breathing. ]/td>

[notkittenaround]

[ Damn the Twelve, that he has a hostage. She's loathe to kill an innocent boy, even if she knows the cost of infection by darkness. If he is lost to it entire--

But he is not. Her tail fluffs, her ears flatten and her grip tightens on the hilt. ]

Kill him, and naught protects you from my wrath.

[limitstorm]

[ he... honestly looks a little touched at first, before xehanort's heartless' hand drops from his throat, and forward he goes. even struggling against it, it's hopeless--he's just too weak, and the thin wire is too strong. xehanort moves, and so does riku--mirroring each other perfectly. he strikes once, twice, three times, four times-- welcome to shiva's bow phase 80% crit rate keybearer duels. ]

[notkittenaround]

[ She's trying to take a defensive route and not beat him into the dirt immediately, for she doesn't know what will happen next. Marhi fights with restrained power and a pattern more suited to the Dragoon - but well enough for a keyblade - relying on air combos. ]

You will regret this! I have met your kind before, and they do not stand!

[ She is, to be sure, not so good at the difference between heroic dialog and murder threats. ]

[limitstorm]

[ the more riku's forced to hit, the more it's obvious this is draining him tremendously. it's hard to fight while also fighting for control, after all, and while the power behind his strikes don't fade, his breathing starts to get labored. the strings joining him and xehanort are pulled taut. ] Just go! Leave me!

[notkittenaround]

[ she backs towards the edge. She's not willing to kill him yet, not when he still fights. If it is the same as the world of darkness, a path should spawn.

She doesn't have her chocobo to fly with. ]

I will not abandon you.

[limitstorm]

[ > Resume? > Quit? > Start a new game? yeah, there's no escape, and riku's making to knock that keyblade out of her hands. ]

[notkittenaround]

[ She's disarmed, too reluctant to strike him down. But the way her ears flatten, the thrash of her tail, suggest anger more fear. Marhi flips back, mindful of the edge - and towards one of the deeper cracks. ]

If you cannot resist, then I will have no choice but to end this.

[limitstorm]

[ for once, riku (and xehanort's heartless) doesn't move forwards. the light shines on him, though it passes through xehanort and glints off of the puppet strings keeping up upright and controlling him. ] I'm trying. [ he's out of breath, trembling. ] This is the best I can do.

[notkittenaround]

[ Trying to call the keyblade back to herself.

DO YOU KNOW HOW WARRIOR OF LIGHT SHE IS.

GET BACK HERE. Hey, it works for everyone else throwing their weapons around willy-nilly. ]

[limitstorm]

[ the keyblade gods are worse than rng. probably better to pick the keyblade nearest to her! there's bound to be one. ]

[notkittenaround]

[ She darts towards the next closest, the balanced one---

What even happens if a warrior of light grabs a blade balanced between two. Time to find out. ]

1/2 (memory)

[limitstorm]

[ video accompaniment. ]

At least you can fly.

Well, glide. It’s not really flying, you muse—you right yourself and catch a flicker of silver out of the corner of your eye. Once you see him, you head over, coming to a stop before the boiling volcano. Everything’s too dark—but you can vaguely tell his shape. This is the same unknown boy you’ve been seeing all over the place, causing trouble in the dream worlds.

“You waiting for me?” you call, shoulders back. You need to be imposing. The volcano makes you a little nervous (islanders know above all how dangerous volcanoes can be) but you mask it as best as you can.

He’s prompt to answer, at least. “Yes. The boy chosen by the Keyblade--Riku.”

Startled, you flinch slightly. “What?”

Even if he doesn’t smirk, it’s like his voice does, all smugness and pride, like a taunt. “It was yours first, wasn't it? But you succumbed to the darkness you could not control, and your prize--the Keyblade--passed onto Sora instead.”

You grit your teeth, shoulders hunching and hands fisting at your sides. You can’t help it—you stare at your feet, guilt and self-hatred boiling in your chest and stomach like bile. Like lava.

“Your mistakes always end up being other people's problems.” He says, and you might as well hear Xehanort’s Heartless’s laughter as he possesses you all over again.

You can’t let that overcome you. You’re quick, you stamp out your feelings, and you peer back up at him with a stern smile and a victory forced into your eyes. “Maybe so. But I'm here to change all of that.”

It’s a bold claim, to be sure—and you’re not sure if you’re saying it to intimidate him, or if you’re trying to remind yourself of what you’re trying to do to complete this exam. The title of “Master” means nothing to you, after all. Being worthy of the Keyblade, worthy of sharing responsibility with Sora—that’s the true prize.

He almost sighs. “Once again you performed predictably, although on a grander scale than I imagined.”

There’s some anger that festers in your chest, so you tip your chin up. “If you're feeling so chatty, let's skip to where you reveal what this is all about.”

A tense silence falls between both of you. Neither of you wants to back down, but eventually, the unknown boy does.

“I don't know how you did it,” he starts, his voice resigned—but also somewhat impressed. “but you really have found a way to trap darkness inside your heart. And a boy who's immune to darkness is of no use to us.”

You tilt your head. “Well, there's some good news.”

“Your abyss awaits.” The volcano erupts, and you start—smoke and ash pour outward, and the boy disappears. From the black smoke emerges a demon, huge and powerful, and you hunch your shoulders as you ready to fight.

2/2

[limitstorm]

[ his strength is waning, but his arms are held out, as if blocking xehanort's heartless from attacking her. hey, he's better than thancred at actively resisting, tbh. ]

Re: 2/2

[notkittenaround]

[ She lunges forward, fast as thought, and attempts slice the strings. ]

[limitstorm]

[ there's a gasped and agonized "no!" from xehanort's heartless, and he disappears in a haze of smoke. the strings are cut, and riku collapses onto his knees, breathing hard. ]

[notkittenaround]

... It is fortunate that worked.

[ Her second thought was to knock him out, the third to try and throw this enemy down a deep hole.

--> Attempting a cross-classed cure? ]

[limitstorm]

[ he whimpers just a little, aching all over. but a shimmery lilac door appears at the edge, granting access. ] I'm glad that worked, too. Uh--oh [ is that a cure? ] th-thanks. For... all of that.

[notkittenaround]

[ She casts again, but preserves her strength after - too strategic to waste it all on aches and bruises, when lives may be threatened. ]

I told you, I would not abandon you.

[limitstorm]

[ he really means to make a joke of it or something, or wave it off, but her words have him staring with round eyes, lips parted. then, he looks down, embarrassed. ] I was... I mean, I just... [ he leafs a hand through his hair. ] Everyone else does, I just figured... [ he tries to get to his feet, wincing as he does so, but he gives a formal bow to her. ] I owe you, Miss Ohsi.

[notkittenaround]

[ She pauses a moment, obviously shocked and uncertain how to proceed. What is it you do with this abundance of children? ]

You owe me nothing, for it was not your fault that drove this battle. You were... Very obvious in your unwillingness.

[ It's not the first time a battle has opened with, well, a certain reluctance on the part of her enemy, but he certainly knew better than to challenge her of his own will... ]

[limitstorm]

[ he looks a little ashamed, rubbing his neck. ] Well, you might not think so--but I don't leave debts unpaid. [ in the end, he closes his eyes, and disappears from sight. in the end, a pendent drops around her neck, with three small star charms. it seems innocent enough, like a medal for a job well done--and the door opens, if she would like entry. ]

[notkittenaround]

[ She's going for the door, and taking her keyblade with her. ]