Darkness Incarnate

feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.

CALM / QUESTIONING.

“ tell me, what happened?”

“ did you see anything?”

“ what do you remember?”

“ do you remember anything unusual?”

“ please, try to remember as much as you can.”

“ every detail is important.”

“ and what happened next?”

“ and what did you do when all this took place?”

“ what were you doing around __ am/pm?”

“ where were you around __ am/pm?”

“ can anyone verify that?”

“ was someone with you?”

“ and you had nothing to do with it?”

“ and you weren’t involved?”

“ did you see it happen?”

“ did you see who did it?”

“ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”

CARING / UNDERSTANDING.

 “ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”

“ did someone hurt you?”

“ it’s okay. you can tell me.”

“ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?”

“ we can take a break, if you want.”

“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”

“ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”

SUSPICIOUS.

“ there is something you’re not telling me.”

“ i think you’re lying.”

“ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?”

“ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.”

“ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.”

“ what aren’t you telling me?”

“ who are you trying to protect?”

“ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?”

“ they must’ve told you more than that.”

“ you have to have seen more than that.”

“ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?”

“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”

“ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”

DEMANDING.

“ i need you to tell me the truth.”

“ i need you to tell me what happened.”

“ i know you’re not telling me the truth.”

“ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?”

“ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”

MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.

“ what do you want in exchange for this information?”

“ i’m listening…”

“ you’re coming with me.”

“ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.”

“ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…”

“ i can’t give you that. you know that.”

“ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.”

“ okay. we have a deal.”

@anunversedheart​

Rachel usually tries to keep her temper down especially when she is middle of teaching a meditating class. Sometimes she combines yoga poses to insure that the body gets right energy flow.  

The class seem to do it right for the most part, however one male clearly was struggling worse than the others and Rachel didn’t understand how he could. It was such an easy pose. With a sign, she decides that it was due time for her to finally intervene. She slowly approaches the student and calls out his name.

“This is stupid. What are you even supposed to get out of this?” He demanded, the voice more of a growl of annoyance than an actual sentence at this point. He felt stupid, self-conscious about doing these stupid poses but it had seemed interesting. A way to keep his body from becoming stiff and slow with lack of actual training. Something to distract his mind off the mundane life that he was living, and control the restless emotions he felt.

Additionally, add + and a subject to make it about said subject!

@anunversedheart​

    There was nothing Sora hated more than pulling a double shift at work. It was so draining and he honestly didn’t know how people could do this for a living. He preferred his way of earning some cash, fighting heartless and freeing their hearts. Of course he never really needed that munny for much besides buying a few potions he may have needed through out his journey but he always had more than enough. But this world was no where near any he knew, and there hadn’t been an ounce of darkness here either, or at least the darkness he had been used to, so he had to work the only way he could in this world. Like a normal person.

    At least he was off now, that was a plus side to it all, and he could go hang out with Riku if he was off work too! Thinking of spending time with the older boy instantly flipped his mood around as he quickly pulled out his phone and started typing a message when he had suddenly bumped into someone. Luckily he only stumbled back a little and the person he ran into wasn’t knocked back so that was a good thing.

    “Oh jeez! I’m so sorry about that I wasn’t watching where I was go-” He stopped mid way through his apology when he finally saw who it was that he had bumped into. His eyes instantly widening as he jumped back and created a distance between the two of them. 

I don’t want to be here. The thought came unbidden and rippled through him, his fists clenching tight into fists. Why am I here? Ventus, this isn’t where I was meant to go. What did you do?

Maybe it wasn’t the others fault that he was here. Maybe. But it was just too much of a coincidence for him, though he could admit that he was biased. He could not feel the pull towards Ventus, on the invisible chains that had tethered them through time. It confused him, even scared him, and he didn’t know who else would be to blame other than Ventus himself.

Golden eyes looked around at the world around him, the sunlight beating down on him and providing a gentle warmth despite the chill of his fear. It was odd to him though. He could feel his insides twisting themselves into knots, his nails digging into the calloused flesh of his palms. It was odd, then, that he didn’t feel the unversed trying to break free. Over time he’d become adept at controlling when they manifested but he could always feel them, even if he refused to allow them to spawn.

It was at that moment that he felt someone bump into him, startling him out of his thoughts and back into the world around him. A splash of brown hair with a familiar style, identical to his own if only it were a little darker. “—so sorry about that I wasn’t watching where I was go-” A familiar voice said before recognition registered in the bright blue eyes set into a face identical to his own, and the other moved away as if he’d already pulled out his Keyblade, demanding a fight.

Sora. 

His eyebrow rose ever so slightly upon hearing the name that he’d been given by Xehanort being uttered, his mind instantly transported back to the night in the badlands where he’d first heard that voice. The sound of waves that he’d never seen. The smell of an ocean on the breeze that was not there. Meanwhile he knelt there, on the dirt of the badlands as the same voice rang through his heart and mind.

As quickly as the memories resurfaced, keeping him in their grip and forcing him to relive those moments as if for the first time, they faded back into the dark depths. Still the emotions that they dragged up in their wake remained. His fear at the world closing in on him as it had that day, the darkness literally choking the life from him. His anger and his confusion. It took a moment before he realized that he needed to respond to Sora, the other obviously was on edge by literally running into his double.