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.

He finds himself frozen the instant a goddess in ivory charted her path by his. An intersection, a crossroads, he truthfully didn't know what to call the circumstance he'd normally take at face value. However, there's a timely pause in Sora's journey upon this world rich with mystery. The way her voice felt like it rippled not just at his very mind, but deeper, generating a response from the very Heart that holds as the core of his power. In a way, her natural tone felt like the magic that rests within the Sleeping Worlds.

It leads the keybearer's heart to pulse, and it's as if that abrupt motion was guided by the most gentle hands. The goddess of an unknown Moon would draw him into an instant of whimsy. How it'd make this grassy mountainside almost feel like a beach to his very being. The bizarre nature is hardly given concern, but what she draws is wonder to the Islander as he pauses, pivoting upon a heel in order to fully turn towards her departing figure. Part of his being wants to speak, another wishes to become a witness and simply follow to her beat.

"..."

'This world is closed off like it's a personalized realm. So there's no way we've ever seen each other before... Right? Then why does this usher this nostalgic feeling?"

"Miss? That song... Where did you hear that before?"

"It's the very one from my island.." His posture reflects that very truth. Eyes locked in nostalgic wonder, shoulders that find themselves lax, as if any semblance of homesickness was being protectively devoured in that moment. What Columbina leaves within her wake is merely the wealth of warm memories.

HC; Heartbound.

From onset the true wealth of Sora's might has never stemmed from the keyblade's power. While it has served as a guide, a teacher, a partner, never did it reach beyond being his core. Above many others, what sets him apart from the others if the strength imbued by Heart.

In the Kingdom Hearts mythos, the Heart serves both as the Almighty and the core of Fragility. Hearts encompass all memory, holds the potential to give the formless form, and in true is a generation of incalculable power if truly understood. That however also lies the issue, scientists can dig away with ethical and unethical experiments, sages can record a great length of their teachings, yet the natural of truly understanding what the Heart is, is no different than trying to explain every intimate thread and state of the Collective Unconscious.

Understanding of the Heart itself cannot merely come from knowledge. Set definitions are limited in concept. The Heart can easily soak in all these iterations of life, through data, souls and the material realm. The Wisdom for such understanding however is not lost, and a lot of that found itself maintained and nurtured through Sora's life and overall journey. The understanding of himself as a concept, as a being upon higher planes, it's palpable to him as his innate wisdom (unconsciously especially) led to a lot of the feats exhibited.

Mind you, this was Sora as a literal infant at the time bringing Ventus sanctuary at this point. Whatever concept of Old Soul existed in Sora then reached out. He knew language via emotional transferrence, a way to connect with Ventus, to spark reactions even with their fractured Heart and reforged Ven's Heart with a portion of his power. (Long enough for him to journey and reclaim what was lost.) Seeing how the Heart wields Time and Space compared to abiding by it, there's no real telling what time of Sora contacted Ventus at this point to help him out.

After the events of KH3 as a whole, Sora can often describe himself as genuinely feeling more Heart then a physical body. He molded himself from the light before, found his body cast in darkness, or even having these elements stripped away and the fundamental understanding alone, alongside the deeply threaded connection can always draw him back together. While the powers of the Keyblade play upon boundaries, the Heart steeps itself into all aspects of creation.

People are not normally supposed to run around existing like this. Despite the many times it was faced before, I believe it was mainly due to his Heart starting to connection back to it's cosmic roots and his conscious mind understanding that, that such events like are only the beginning of what's to come for him.

Somehow, the simplicity in how she stated it made it sound leagues more amusing than it actually was. His face ached with the need to keep his laughter suppressed, yet, it hadn't dwindled the brightened amusement that danced upon the features of the Islander. "I'd be no different than a mercenary for Heartless in that light. While that plays no small part, there's a lot more responsibility that found itself tucked into it."

In some wayward direction of his mind, did ideas about World Order spin warnings in his head. Whether through Yen Sid's baritone monologues, or the squawking of a certain duck, the price of knowledge never failed in having the most uncanny ways of being exacted. A more prominent and confident side of the Keybearer no longer found any fear in such idealism. It could be considered some of the starting etches of his own personalized belief.

"At least with how it stands nowadays, Keyblade wielders hold a duty to protect the realms. ..And people have to make their judgements on if they should even be trusted on their worlds. I think it's good that they question anything too out of the ordinary."

"There's no shortage of difficult times you'll find taking that road too. Worlds upon the brink of ruin, brave people unwilling to let it all go out without a fight.. People who control all sorts of powers also aim to unmake everything. That's our biggest priority." No longer was it just the initial perspective of 'All Consuming Darkness' alone. Even now, he can remember before the Grand Heart in how he felt an unparalleled agony of his light, his definition of humanity being stripped away.

How his nature as a Heartless gave him the form to rebel against a force beginning to dictate All's End.

"Weird as it is to say, I can't just think of home by itself anymore when I'm at a beach."

"Deeper conversations. That starting mark to a new adventure, a place I've also spent with one of my most fearsome enemies. Somehow, that sandy shore with a foamy shoreline wants to play host to so many parts of my life."

...

Endless Revelry.

"Who..?"

His voice felt as if it echoed into an abyss, a veritable ocean of power current aligned with wrath shining through. Playing the fool would be no option as the absolute oneness of this soul was palpable. Even now, he could feel that sense of awakening since they've thrived beyond the grand gates of Kingdom Hearts. Sora never knew what quite to make of this power, this side, an aspect of him never fully 'healed' but harmonized.

To think it would be the first time he actively speaks to him in kind. Eyes edging open, what awaited him was a crimson fury that felt as if it could devour the very stars. It was a heavy contrast to the way the inner Heartless was positioned, utterly relaxed and treating space itself as a hammock, as shamelessly relaxed as he would be at one point. "You. ...Me?" Amidst the vantablack surrounding this iridescent station, any notion of facial features outside the eyes were impossible to see.

Yet he could tell that the threads of amusement were undeniable. "I am Thou, Thou art I. Close enough, Sora."

"And how exactly are you getting active like this? Before you were only this hurricane of feelings, of a power that tore from me at more troublesome times before." This is exactly what the Heartless side meant. This soul, for all the concerns that should crop from the uncanny origins that make them, holds such a brave lined calm that never would've been there since the days before the Forbidden Path. Ah, those memories of a primal fear, of paltry concerns that his friends would've been too weak to deal with his onslaught of dark power.

How control found itself wrestling that great turbulence to the point they were often stuttered out of their true potential. "First off there's a LOT less company residing within. You were determined to ensure their individuality was not assimilated, made our own, so I invested my conscious instincts then to protect them. Make the darkness of your Heart a paradise, I've made that come true."

Only then would that apparition vanish in a spark of violet light. The view prompts Sora to edge into a more defensive stance, only for a quick turn of the face to reveal the Heartless standing there, those coronal eyes leveled into a more impish look.

"You were born to craft anomalies, all sorts of issues that imposed your will upon the Great Heart. How it magnified your desires of Selfhood for all. How could that ever work properly when you're splintering the SELF this time around? ..Yet. Sora, you've done exactly that. We are each other, but the concept of 'Shadow' has changed within you. That remains just as much of a mystery."

Sora for an instant stumbled back as such a reality bore upon the mind. He created this impossibility? While he's not surprised that Kingdom hearts played no small hand in the event, somehow the idea made his head ache. Picking up on this sensation the Heartless could only cackle much to the Islander's chargin'.

"And what's so funny!?"

"...Even now, you can feel we both know that answer, yet you still ask?"

"Why wouldn't I!? Gah!" That earned Sora an immediate flick on the head. Impossible as it is, this entity that defied reason can see why countless decide to follow his banner.

"Let me finish before your tirade, rule breaker. The last ingredient to this would be your newest potential giving me more to work off of. Much as I'm a protector of the light, the intentions of dark wills are what forms my mirror, while you serve as the current. You've been ravenous lately in tearing those Heartless apart, making their very powers your own, haven't you?"

!!!

"Then that talk about your mirror.."

"Bingo. You're bringing Life to the darkness of a Heart itself. Your greed truly is impossible to quantify when it comes to this freedom. But! There's no denying that you have my intrigue for the journey to come. Who would've imagined you'd be a part Heartless, that a Heartless could wield the keyblade against your greatest foes yet?"

It was a current of information that would've confused him if it was solely by words. However, the connection between them turned the emotional waves of the Heart into language, into the concept of understanding itself, allowing the gravity of this valley to be better realized. The physical and metaphysical Heart pulsed in pure synch, a bewildered breath spilling from his lips.

"And you're that interested to see where this goes? I'm not exactly going for a walk in the park."

"Your dream has been surpassed. You've found the edges of your reality and into something beyond. Naturally your excitement is a catalyst for my own! Just as our strength is united in kind.. But be aware, I don't intend to make this an easy road. If your desire is to actively tear into these gears of cruel fates, mastering this Path--" He begins, allowing that hand to arch and allow a violent torrent of dark power to thrive, greedily drinking from that primordial pool and allowing a golden variation of the Kingdom Key to settle in their hand.

Sora had the raw nerve to actually smile in such a circumstance. His own hand allowed a blinding roar of light to briefly counterbalance the volatile strength that surged before him. The Kingdom Key would allow vivid radiance to into a twister within his grasp, that hilt proudly taken. Beneath both of them, the features upon the Station began become more vivid, as if another state of it's being once upon the precipice of being actualized.

They would speak in harmonized knowing.

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.