#bladeoflight

Roxas had found himself stumbling through the darkness corridor. He wasn’t as in control of where they took him as he’d have liked to have been. More often than not was it that he just ended up back in a different area in Twilight Town.

This time was different however, he had found himself on a sandy beach, looking out to the ocean as the darkness faded behind him, a small breeze blew past, moving his hair and sending the salty sea air through him.

Hands went to his elbows as he crossed his arms, it wasn’t cold, but the breeze had taken him by surprise. He had always wanted to go to the beach before with his friends, this made the blonde boy sigh now.

Even though he had been in the world for awhile now, he had not made contact with his friends, he didn’t know or think that these versions of them, the real ones would even know him, though he heard them speak of Sora once.

Roxas was looking around, this place seemed familiar in some small way but honestly he didn’t actually know. He was just staring out to the ocean, looking through the clear waves at the small fish darting around as he let the waves lap up by his feet now.

SPIDER-SENSE IS TINGLING!

     The Stalfos were dispatched of with the swiftness only one accustomed to dueling against them would, though the strangers who he had aided were none to be UNDERMINED. The boy and company had skill, as though accustomed to combat themselves, though Link could tell it had been a first, fighting against one of the skeletal beasts.

     Their clothes were unlike that he’d ever seen before, their races, each more different than the last, and that alone was enough for his SUSPICION.

@blade-of-light

Makes sense! Rejection would follow otherwise, Noctis does not play for the same team! 

Sora, you need to find better people to look up to! Not people who switch between good deeds and criminal activities like murder! 

{📖}- It seemed as if the joke had missed its mark -- truly a shame, as it was, in Ienzo’s opinion, a classic. It was the first joke Even had told to him after Ansem took him in.

“Ah, no, not ‘participate.’ ‘Precipitate.’ It’s the creation of a solid from a solution, so if you aren’t part of the solution, then you’re the precipitate.” Explaining it wasn’t going to make it any funnier. Maybe he needed to try again.