O' KEYBEARER

One of the most important relics to KH mythos.

And Sora has quite the challenging history with it’s existence.

RULES.

ABOUT.

Allllright! Time for me to hit up the shift, I'll get Sora's blog better acclimated tonight and tomorrow and get things back in motion here.

I'ma take a better look at the other trailers while I'm at work, but mother of goodness gracious did I find myself overjoyed here.

Quiiiiick normal of lil Sora adjacent details to hit up before hitting the ol' wagey life.

Under readmore cause plenty of pictures!

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Just how long has it been?

Days? Years? Eons? Such a concept felt akin to perfectly cup water with the hands. In a mind that swims with unbridled hope, a resolve to tear through all doubt and unearth the truth of an ancient past, the forbidden road had led him into experiences that truly can't be penned into words. What flowed through him however was no branch of sorrow, no garden of doubt, the insipid whispers of the chaos that lurked in dangerous foes and the misguided alike, poison that aimed to erode his very being, it failed to breach that gilded might of the Heart within.

A Heart once locked into a familiar rhythm and flow, resting, only to find itself stirred. Eyes once locked in the cradle of gentle dreams in a bastion of radiance, a light that melts down into the cosmic sea begins to open. A lazy stir, giving him a few of floating through the boundless expanse of chaos itself. Keybearers who reached these untold pinnacles could find the crevices between light and darkness, between mind and matter. A sense of wonder fills him irregardless of a more dangerous chapter, where a forlorn drive is woven with a demand for his 'protection.'

How it was a dance between blades, light and technology prowess unlike anything he had ever seen before. How it was powers that could actually interact with the keyblade in ways that defied reason. Even now, that mysterious figure, someone to search for, had left an indelible mark in his Heart. It was a cause for concern, but if anything, maybe that fighting will should be relief in equal measure. Yozora. Wherever they are, no doubt they're still tearing through adversities and will proceed to keep themselves standing.

Even then, no true fear found itself tearing into boundless courage known as Sora's Heart.

A smile.

A mark of calamity for all those that wish Ill and Oblivion upon the very arcs of creation settled upon his lips.

'That call again.' Even amidst his exhaustion, the details burn into a knowing etch within the mind. 'A connection to the Keyblade, something I've felt since that graveyard that only grew. There's no doubt about it, they need us as much as we need them! ..Heheh, and I don't think a sleepyhead is anything close to what'll get things done here.'

So let that hand, proudly marked with scars, grooves and hardened skin reach forth. Let the familiar breath of that scintillating grace begin to weave a luminous rush upon his palm, expanding further, weaving itself together into the golden and silver Key that marked the end of a horrific Keyblade war. The one known as Sora would give a stretch of the limbs, the primal waters around himself stirring in recognition. Resolve would flare in abundance as a touch of defied physics like his voice ring free.

"Give me a bit more time. We'll figure this out!" Just as they always will! From what the keybearer is beginning to understand, these matters long since had more than just the primal powers of Light, Darkness and Nothingness at the helm. A wide, broaching history of countless keyblade wielders and sullen histories were the festering chains that kept these agonies opened. ..And who knows just how long it's been since anyone could properly reach the crux of this issue. Organization after Organization, madman after madman, there was no shortage of pain that empowered those that wanted to introduce All's End.

A manifestation of his heart's strength, light unfettered would brighten the groves and edges of the Kingdom Key as it's aimed forth, coalescing that might into a miracle point of energy as it's finalized. Launching it forth, the power would effortlessly tear through this cosmic sea without resistance, biting into an aspect of space and singlehandedly forming a new road through sheer strength of will. Even now, the familiar song of his Keyblade, eager and invigorated sings within the heart as a new Door is opened.

At that same moment, the very waters that permeated this hidden realm began to sink into the entryway, forming a vortex of heightening space as the luminosity served as the guide. Rather than focusing on the serenity of such a view, Sora's mind fell upon the many smiling faces within his memories, of countless friends made throughout the stars and many more yet to be met. All of them were waiting and not for a second, did the warmth of that hope ever found itself lost, even now it burns like a gentle, invincible fire in the depths of his being.

"No time to lose!"

There's an abrupt pause at the nature of what escapes Aqua's lips in that moment. A more minute visit to the Land of Departure was wholly prepared for a day of catch up. To see how the Wayfinders were faring, and if by chance there was one more mission this Starwalker could join them in. Instead, what he's met with is the epitome of a certain kind of innocence.

The sort that left Sora slack jawed, as it was almost relatable once upon a time.

'Riku, you goddamn--!' Sora barked in his mind, practically imagining the outright smug expression the late Keyblade master would be donning. How even now, the guy was likely cackling a storm as he scoured the stars within his Gummiship. From the hero's perspective, this felt like one of those divides that played quite the game in the knowledge was to be unearthed.

Another place Sora would adamantly damn would be the multiversal hub of contact known as the internet. Honestly put? The very term internet speaks for it. That once scrunched up scowl Sora held diminishes as quick as it comes. "Oh Aqua, haha, ya shouldn't have! Y'know what they say-- Thick and creamy is the way to be!"

Sora was internally charging a Mega Flare for the moment he comes across his 'best bud' in one of their familiar haunts.

This poor, delectable confection Aqua created was at the borders of being tainted! He knows the intent, for if he was to drown himself in this creampie, some sixth sense of his fellow Guardian would be picked up. He could effortlessly imagine the slew of texts (A Riku rarity in all honesty) being conjured.

"How about-- We do a lil exercise first?! Y'know, to get the appetite all riled up!" If there was one thing that Sora begged for internally with all of his heart and soul, is that questions would not be asked.

The greater cosmos could allow that much of a freebie, right?

Why did a ask about creampies get one of the obligatory KH numbers. Who in the cosmos decided to situate this as the lucky number 7.

"And what exactly do you think we do? Just bite each other's faces in some kinda showdown match?"

The gall of such thoughts! Where in the hell was the faith when it was needed out here!?

This earns you an ol' fashioned squinting towards Riku. Do you see the focus? The judgement settled in such a gaze?!

"Why do you think she looks all dazed out from time to time? Clearly cause we know a trick or three! In fact, I've been comfortably labeled an utter terror, a smooch monster if you will. Princesses of Heart need to be at full form."

"And it's comes as a mission of mine!"

"And what go for the whole family package as soon as I can? Create a whole family tree at breakneck speeds?"

Naturally he was just picking the most outrageous options. It was a fine way to ignore the blooming heat that seethes within his chest. Just picturing that flowing red hair of a certain someone ignited not only excitement, but a genuine need for more that has been fantasized about more than once. It prompts an almost dreamy sigh from Sora.

Then he proceeds to gently elbow Riku in the side. Despite the appreciative smile, it wasn't going to be all sunshine.

"So who died and made you life coach anyways? Aren't we still at the point where you're dribbling words when it comes to talkin' to girls?" Before an addition can be made, he raises a finger.

"And lemme tell ya that during assignments definitely don't count either!"

EVERYDAY--

...

He has to wonder how Donkey Kong wound up getting that very song as cursed and popular as he did. To think of these pies just raining down from the sky, crashing and outright mollywopping ever poor face in the vicinity is beyond a bit wild to put it lightly! Sora can't resist squinting towards her.

"You should meet him sometime. His name's Jeff."

( Hey marvel is technically disney now so its canon )

"Jeff."

He can't resist some genetic urge to just repeat that word. As if trying to properly let his imagination conceive there really was a shark out there by the name of Jeff. It wasn't if it the act in itself was bizarre either! Rather.

They truly do live in a world that's unfathomably big. Now names like Ariel, Sebastian and Calypso? Those sort of monikers found themselves tied to the seas. It was some branch of mystique carried due to the stylish nature of the vast oceans themselves.

So taking this moment where Gemiya was prepared to bounce off her heels describing Jeff? Watching how she practically was moments away from shimmering, ready to just grab and shake him by the shoulders!? Sora couldn't resist the bubbling pitch of laughter that seizes him.

"Consider that a certain someone I have to meet!" Sora immediately declares, joining up by Gemi's step, side by side as a sparkling sense of motivation strikes the Keybearer.

"Y'know what this means, right?" He adds in, placing a hand amiably upon her back as a tinge of mischief settles in his eye. "Pizza time. What's a better way to make a land debut than to show the lil guy the finer things?"

"... I still wonder what made you wanna find me again after... what happened at Hollow-- ergh... Radiant Garden."

He definitely can't read Sora's thoughts, so it's only coincidence that Riku brings this up right as his best friend is thinking about the same thing. He never said anything about it before, but the thoughts of how he was, what he did, the sort of malice he showed to Sora when the other struck him down...

Perhaps the two had unresolved stress and anxiety they should talk out.

"It-- Just felt unfair."

To who exactly?

Sora couldn't begin drawing a more sharpened conclusion towards that. There they were, two youths vested with powers of a cosmic scale, with so much on the line that true professionals of this very craft should be handling in his mind. Yet, it was his drive that needed to be that answer. To allow a lethal blow to burn away the very chaos that was wired with machinations. The Keyblade decided to let the answer deep within his Heart resound through his entire being.

Unshakable courage, but not at the price of a Heart that honestly gives a damn about so much. It leaves Sora silent for a moment after he brings that angle to light. "At the start, we were in over our heads man. If we look back at everything with what we learned now. I just felt that if I jave gave up on you, then I wouldn't be me. That I gave into believing that dangerous things just changed you for good.

The differences diverged akin to Heaven and Earth compared to where they stood now. Learning about the dangerous, malevolent forces that blend and bleed in light and darkness, and just how far tortured emotions can resonate with cataclysmic proportions, it lit a torch of seething radiance in the depths of Sora's being.

"But at that point back then? I just didn't care about what's or why's. I wanted me, you and Kairi to all just get back home in one piece. Figure it out then."

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"She told me that when Ansem was about to tear open more of his power to attack them, you stopped it. Even with everything that happened to you, you fought." In the end, that was all the relief he truly needed amidst that harbored guilt. If there was a way to make up for that terrorizing day in the castle's bowels, if he could ensure Riku returned after banishment by the keyblade. That would be enough.

Yet strength found itself flocking into his veins at the sound of her voice, of seeing that border of emotion worn so adamantly as she expresses herself. It brings a sense of peace to see how that tenacity wasn't stripped away. A fire remains, no matter how pained so many of the events prompted it to be. It leaves him diligent in being quiet, his Heart oh so receptive in what she wants to get across.

In this case, confirmation.

"That's always the tricky thing, isn't it? I know you're right. The proof shows itself each day where things work out just a bit more." That contemplative expression softens, the steps of Yen Sid's tower finding a mild adjustment as he gets a bit more comfortable.

Right now, some time underneath these spinning nebulae and countless stars was more than just a reminder, it was comfort.

A sign not to lose that vigor.

"But having it be heard right here?" That tension ebbs as he gives a soft tap to his chest, to that vessel of timeless might that all beings weild, no matter how hidden.

"I do have to admit I have to get a lot better at that. Much as our brands of trouble love to shake that." It leaves him curious, a certain shine in his eye highlighting that emotion as he looks towards Kairi for council.

"Where do you get the strength to believe like you do?"

"To be cut loose from all you know." Sora's voice finds itself tense, the gradual understanding allowing his Heart to see that sheer scale. All encompassing, how in a way, even the spatial boundaries of the material realm itself doesn't fall in line. Akin to a sailor lost at sea, except it's known as reality and oftentimes at a higher point.

Loneliness wouldn't begin describing the level of solitude this can elicit. Yet it doesn't prevent each step from being mad. Sora's pace hadn't ceased for a flickering moment outside instances of rest, very human qualities being drawn in a land made originally for Hearts to flock freely, towards a more peaceful beyond in whatever cosmic cycle this happens to be.

It bothers him. Not the fact of his position, rather, there's the eerie confirmation that even all the way out here, there's a force to be either concerned or worried about.