#{ck!verse}

[ Closed Self RP with @sabletsviet ]

After sending Kairi and Riku off with the Fairy Godmother, Ienzo was left with cleaning the remains of the notes within the lab. Ansem and Even had stepped out to talk in the hall, which left the youth to his thoughts. He felt like he wasn’t getting very far with the research they were doing -- let alone using all the tools they had at their disposal to help with the situation of finding Sora. 

As he placed the last of the books away, his mind wandered to his decade within the Organization. It was practically impossible to separate anything he did these days from his time there. He knew now that he was being used by Xehanort..but if he had the ability to use even the corridors, he could be of more use than tinkering about in the lab.

A tired sigh left his lips as he organized the various sheets on the desk near his keyboard. 

Nero tilted his head slightly to the left as he observed the hostility from the young lad. Of all the humans he had been presented with in his twenty or some odd years; never had he encountered one who resisted against their own fatigue nor stood their ground as firmly as him.

It was most.. unusual for him.

Aranea had instructed her boys to drop her and Aqua off at the gates of Altissia. It may have taken them three years to rebuild, but the water city was still thriving more than ever. She flashed her ID and informed that she was a tourist with her partner. The dragoon didn’t shy from giving a suggestive wink to the gate operator, who instantly caught the hint. Offering the ladies a broad smile, he wished them a pleasant visit at Altissia.

Once they were through, Aranea looked over to Aqua. “There is a map just ahead. Let me know where you want to head to first. I know generally where everything is.”

Energy, buzzing tendrils of life, coursed through her veins as she stood at the end of the little dock; Yuna had not performed a Sending since Kilika, and it had taken so much of herself that she was scared to do it again.

The Sending had always been vital. Souls of those who had passed on needed to be guided through the veil into the Farplane to live out eternity. Unfortunately, those spirits left behind unsent would turn into fiends.

There was no need for that here, though. There was no rush of sorrow that needed to be quelled, no grief to slowly comfort, no essence to sift through to find the memories that people would hold dear once their loved ones passed on.

It was just her and the ocean. Her feet skimmed the waves, just barely breaking the surface as they lapped against the strong wooden columns of the dock.

Am I conceited enough to think I could walk on water?