O' KEYBEARER

One of the most important relics to KH mythos.

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

+30 year old mun.

RULES.

ABOUT.

By the Hearts above.

His posture, once situated with a relax confidence found itself stunned bye one of the FEW people who can always get on his case. Pettiness prompts his eyes to squint, a stir of demands already generating a whirlwind as he draws breath through his teeth. "Since. When. Y'know how important the realm of cosmic naps are to my ever evolving constitution." Only then would that blur of spiky hair whip around, facing down this tree trunk of a individual.

Naturally, Sora faced and triumphed over many 'Goliaths' in his time. Their line of work would ensure millions more would reach from the deepest dark, set as a potential blade of oblivion to him. However that was the last of his damn concerns! It was the present moment, being questioned, the nerve of best friends to actually go and do such a thing! "So maybe an extended vacation to the great beyond was in my cards. Y'remember my old school dream, seeing the edges of the world..."

If only he could sound more convinced by his own story. There's no denying the rust set upon his abilities. Take on one Keyblade Master of old and suddenly you think you can handle it all.

Didn't he long since earn a smattering of arrogance?

"What about you anyways!? Have you mastered talkin' to girls without snorting all in their hair, Riku!?" Deflection. Perfect strategy.

ALWAYS WHEN HE MENTIONS THE FABLED T WORLD, HUH?

ALWAYS. WITHOUT FAIL!!

Sadly it looks as if the answer wasn't going to come immediately with the kept pace. Instead, there was a power more dangerous in that casual gesture, the comfort, the way it'd prompt a wistful sigh and have him unconsciously leaning into the ministrations. He knows the merciless extensions these hands enact upon her foes, yet, that manages to only add to the novelty in the personalized choice to have it look out for him in kind. It was akin to a cooler, springlike breeze with her natural emanation of Cryo.

"Can't even excuse it as bedhair.. Honestly? Ah." There's a pause as a pleasing shudder courses through the spine, prompting a nigh simplistic smile to situate on his face. Okay, he certainly wouldn't mind if she kept this up as long as she likes. "Ever since my days startin' out it always ended up this way. Put a comb, a brush, a chainsaw onto it.. And well? Same deal. At this point, mmmmmm, I'm just coining it as a force of nature.."

"Maybe you'll find out something I might've missed. Investigations are important.." Who was he genuinely fooling? It wasn't often the Keybearer found himself in this position of being lax, even as the renowned sleepiest upon his home islands. So why wouldn't he soak up a moment of refreshment with Rosaria at the helm? Upon those fingertips, she'd find a touch of weight applied as owards her direction, all thanks to him keeping his head leaned at that towards her center of influence.

"Hey, who said you could get so tall, huh? Wassup with that, man? You was a shrimp last time I saw you!"

"Whoa!"

It only took a second before he's slung by a push of momentum, leading his initial ideas to fly from his mind. Those skylit eyes were briefly wide, the All knowing nature of his connections immediately honing in upon the warmth this bridge introduced. Then again, how could such a spirited voice require all that extra as an equally vivid grin, lopsided and gritted takes the stage.

"Doesn't mean ya gotta sharpen down the extra inches here! Ha!" His voice flew into a jovial beat, even as he haphazardly attempted to rid of that 'offending' fist. In the end, Sora decides to meet those built abdominals with a friendly knocks of the knuckles in kind. To think Beat would.. no, wait, of course he'd actually go and meet the guy here! The chances would be one of the best!

"Ya knucklehead! But to be honest, I can't go and say we've just been displaced by a couple of years.. Remember that test I said I was on when we last hung out?" A thoughtful silence lingers in between the explanations. If anything, it was an act of soaking up the moment, of a sharp reminder that no amount of Time, Space or any Greater Powers would truly keep their motley gang apart. They've simply endured and surpassed too much hell to acquire any less.

"For some reason it needed me to be in a younger form. So you've actually missed out on a couple of years of mine." He confesses while drawing his head up a bit more, catching that stylish attire of Beat's. Then again his own gear has found no shortage of change, a brave step into the in's and out's of city life.

"Now you can get a proper look at more of the real me here!"

How it really plays into the nature, circumstance and intent of a keyblade wielder and how they want to play into their strengths.

Keyblades are often see as valiant weaponry (thanks to the current generation), but let's flip that? How would the reaction be if they knew techniques like this was situated in Sora's arsenal?

Keyblade plagues.

In terms of territorial control, this is one of those few he loves to save primarily for otherworldly entities, and mainly in one vs army situations where time is short and bigger fish are causing bigger issues. This is outright eroding beings from existence, distorting the senses, allowing malignant powers devour them from the inside out. Mini in this case I can see being played into malnourishing the opposition in this particular case. Life is siphoned, and even if the confusion can be fought against, it all mounts, the time dilating power further reducing them into a prisoner within their own mind and heart.

Abilities such as this and measures of using 'Lifestealing' properties through his attacks, rendering the damage to have a vampiric effect are nothing new to Keyblade arts. He'll transform the future of his opponents into immediately sustenance, healing wounds, fortifying the form and ensuring he's a veritable Heart living vivaciously through a human body.

Saving Grace or Omen of Calamity?

Weapons will never forsake the original purpose once picked up.

"Rugs... Were not meant to be this comfy. Consider this another test secured."

His little abode in Quadratum was building marginally thanks to his new business. It's a conflicting feeling, to monetize a touch of Heartless slaying.. But as they say, something something rent.

So why not knock out a couple of birds with one stone? It leads to being able to starfish on his own goddamn floor like this.

HC; Connective Resonance.

An ability that found itself most naturally attuned to Sora is the harmonization of Hearts. Even from the days where he was a mere few weeks old upon the living plane, the sheer scale of this potential was able to save Ventus from the cusp, learning a sacred art of being able to mend the primordial fabric of one's heart with his own. While this has been the current extreme in terms of example, a lot of this nature found itself showcased in everyday interactions.

Everyday in the Sora definition. He can establish emotional harmony with others, honing on their spikes of anger, or finding even more hidden threads, and how this in itself always leads to this odd end sensation that Sora can be that old friend from some distinct corner of your memories. The nature of utilizing this power is akin to a covenant, it needs nothing less but 100% in terms of permissions in that flowing moment to actively allow it to be. His time upon Arendelle and that joined resolve with Anna for a moment, allowed him to feel the agony of Elsa's ice piercing the depths of her being.

This is also the nature of how Sora uses the high level ability known as Limit Break alongside others as well. Whether it's been a short time or a long one, the high paced momentum of Hearts in that critical circumstance will create, a maiden power since the inception of Hearts. It'll take into account personality, skill sets, fighting styles, forging the most natural rhythm of his partner in those cases and ignite it into a cataclysmic attack. He has a natural affinity of awakening that hidden potential in others.

Quest for the Kingdom.

It was an answer to that fervor rich drive that drummed in the metaphysical heart. Solitude wasn't a form of defined suffering, even with the etched ache in his Heart to return. Sora's very being begins to understand that once nebulous call that met him in the Station of Awakening. How it appeared days before fate drove the Keyblade by his side, how it whispered its utterances to the Heart and not a future fixed with that important power of his.

His breathing switched into a prolonged sigh that spilled through his lips. "Every step forward is a step closer to home."

"And to keep my word on what I intend to do here."

Scintillating forces of the Heart began to weave a familiar rhythm, to answer that primal pulse as his fingers worked into an arc, allowing that mighty strength to scream into reality as the Kingdom Key found itself joining masterful grip once more. Those shadows that slithered and bled like ichor began to manifest, allowing their hollowed eyes to reflect a dangerous, aimless voracity that aimed for the strength beyond the flesh. Familiarity found it's place set within compared to any idea of fear.

Facing calamity with a genuine smile set upon those daring lips came as natural as any breath. Let the many futures of death dance through grim powers, wicked claws and the armaments formed from the nature of suffering itself. The Kingdom Key's rebellion through a joyful song would stir with a singular wave.

Power sings, grasping confidently upon this very reality as stillness, a form of frozen time is channeled as mana is siphoned away. A paltry price.

Stop.

Causalties would be reduced to nil with his presence now a factor upon the citywork of this mysterious realm. Each shadow finds itself halted, the unseen chains of a now Heart charged dimension rendering them null, their eyes conscious, aware and unable to act upon that very intent forever instilled in their hunt. Instead, all they're able to meet is that fresh taste of oblivion, each and every one as the thriving strength of the Keyblade spilled forth like a fountain of life. A familiar ability finds itself guiding him forward, the conjured motion of Airstep balanced with effectively sharp lashes of the weapon taking place.

Lethal Frame. Each motion of Sora would leave his opposition would gashes of brilliant upon their figures. Bodies bisected, weapons torn, his vision had long since left the physical note and fell into the superior vision of the Heart, giving him an avid view of how he tore through the starting legion, ensuring that no Hearts would find themselves reaped.

The belief within flight loosened the chains of gravity, making them more suggestion than Law. That singular frozen second of time dispersing once his body manifested upon the stretch of a street bridge up ahead. He'll accept the confusion of the populace, as his attention is now driven to more of the Heartless edging from the ancient Darkness that slept in the cracks of reality, and boiled furiously in it's own forbidden beyond.