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.

HC; Re:Mold.

Why exactly do the Heartless fear the keyblade? How it disconnects from their mindless immortality? Is it a force of primordial power that burns at their very definition? Somehow, that question thrums within his mind now and then, a back of the skull idea that leaves him with more questions than answers.

Fear in the form of the Heartless comes with unparalleled aggression. Time and time again, he's also fell into the wicked plots of reaping the hearts for sinister sources, even under the name of protection. Sora doesn't doubt that there's eons of wondrous, dangerous elements about the sacred weapon settled in his grasp. Just as the fabled Power of Waking could shatter the boundary between time and space in its entirety, just what else could the union of Heart and Key be capable of?

An idea strikes, one that nestles deep and is elevated as his personal art within his days in Quadratum. Build. Scrap. (Creation. Destruction.) It worked in a way beyond the concepts of mana, an offshoot but vast power of the Heart. The potential instead drinks from the very birthday of all hailing from Kingdom Hearts, the ability to become the celestial architect, similar to the All Beginning and All End.

Master giving Form to the Formless. Similar to how the Darkness through the eons had considered the Heart both an intermediary and a nexus for their plans, the partnered blade of all Keyblade wielders can be used in ways never before conceived (or potentially snuffed out, forgotten), to mold the Great Darkness of 13 into a tangible force through the mastery of making the Keyblade itself their vessel. Devour the dark will, the hellish intentions, coalesce and temper it forcefully into a state where they'll have no choice but to interact but expelling it.

Those golden galaxies of her eyes were here before him once again. The way they danced akin to angels in flight, how the nature of romanticism and a cosmic threshold all settled in the beauty that matched her grit. A soft huff eases from him once her fingers tapped upon his face, sweeping it over with a language only they'll ever know. The tenderness of such a gesture would find the sharper edge it's taken, the hints of fresh stubble as well.

"Nothing will ever keep us fully apart."

It'd only take a second for the sentiment to be returned, the way his arms reached to carefully maneuver around her frame, drawing her into the sanctity of a kingdom that always held Skuld's name. Even as the ticklish edge of her raven bangs meshed with his, amidst his own closed eyes, it was impossible to hide that infectious smile that wanted to be etched into this moment.

Those arms squeezed her fondly with emotion that ached to reach her physically, that long since star lined their dreams and served as a bastion of hope for this future they've made. "I always felt you, y'know? Your wishes.. your feelings, it made me feel unstoppable to the day I could just be here again, in your arms.." The amount of relief tucked in Sora made him lean against her, needing a bit of that support.

"Where I want to belong."

...This.

This isn't good. Isn't it?

Experience has been an apt teacher and he knows when the stares are on that precipice of making a decision. Even now their murmurs after such altercation, how it was less on the threat and more on its queller made him stiffen up like a damn pine tree! (At the very least he has the spiky hair to match such a description.)

"Haha. Take it that your usage of swords are a little more old fashioned?" Somehow it's his confidence that gets a curious sway from the onlookers. Some glanced on, others continued the touch screen clickers to continue letting the Kingdom Key drown in this new found glory.

Sora on the other hand felt like this was going to reverberate some unknown repercussion. So! Why be concerned if it'll just be a new matter to handle in time? Instead he'd give the key a proud, effortlessly flick, causing some impressed 'oohs' and others to jolt back a step. It felt as if it was blurred to fan speeds before it was propped with a gentle tap upon his shoulder. First order of business to make this normal? Walk off like you didn't just prevent a bus full of folks from becoming Heartless chow.

"The way I see it. Life's a door with how many mysteries it holds, so isn't a key the most natural thing to handle that?"

"Unlock a new way for yourself, no matter the bramble or the tricky thorns."

Ha. Nailed it.

Why does it feel like that comes from a place of pain? A desire gnaws at his mind to actually ask, to allow the sullen warrior of a fallen nation to find a moment to express. Would that expression however come at the price of sensations they rather lay buried? Sora couldn't deny that feeling such a weight permeate, intentionally or not prompted a thoughtful edge to his actions. The last thing he wanted was to let this mood, a rare and less somber note to find itself rippling away.

A slow nod recognizes Dainsleif wisdom, his support, the quieter return of such sentiment being the keybearer's repositioning. He'd steady seamlessly upon the cliff side where they studied a remote region of Teyvat's beautiful, drinking in the view made not only from the False Sky, but the countless memories that imbued this luster that made it as indistinguishable from space itself.

"Some old teachers told me once upon a time, that this is a price of living, the price of picking up a weapon-- Sounds pretty gruff beginning it like that, huh?" He adds in with a peal of laughter. Nonetheless, it didn't stop the levity from burgeoning free from the initial shyness of speaking up. "They were martial masters on my home, Destiny Islands. They've also seemed either sad or too deep in thought, firm in teaching or a touch whimsical only when a bottle or certain memories come to light."

"And I imagine.. Those hardships were the reason why. I've felt a touch of that firsthand." He admits before a sigh is ushered from his lungs. There's so much that Sora aches to share them once he gets the chance. Circumstance however has different demands, and the result of his essence of choice, his will, led to consequences that he found absolutely worth the risk.

"Let's carry our hardships together, Dain." He ultimately decides before turning a fiery, starry lit gaze towards the blonde.

"You have my word. I'll make sure you see that I have a good life to my name. ..Just don't neglect taking care of yourself either, okay? We need to be in this together."

(Luxord)

( @gambledfate )

Important?

Initially an impulse knitted in a more negative frame wanted to pose an argument to that. Part of him despises how that was so readied despite how far he's come. Yet, wasn't it also a sense of growth that prevented him from denying the scale of his own importance? Any conflict within the keybearer's eyes simmers. "Life just has a way of being full of surprises, huh? But whatever that importance means for you, may as well be something more tricky for me."

The gambler of fate, someone who etches down cosmic rules and sets them into the framework of games where the House normally holds a home court advantage. Sora isn't ignorant to the peril that comes with letting his fate become tested upon unfair scales, yet shouldn't faith in the self be a touch higher? After all there were countless eyes and hopeful smiles that beamed at his arrival, that cheered and roared for his ascent. It's time he started making good on how far they've risked it all for him too.

A natural rule breaker, the Keyblade will always be a vigil ally on the offchance there's a sinister shadow aiming to simply pull him down under. "I have my reservations on if you're in a good enough mood to iterate, but no doubt there's plans going on even well beyond the Organization's hand, right?" His voice holds a steely sense of belief. Ever since becoming a soul that treads upon the forbidden path, a new side of the Islander has been unveiled, an accumulation of that very grit that's left him a blinding star before the nefarious plans set upon the cosmos.

Even now that's why his smile doesn't deny the naturally earned arrogance.

"The real question is my importance on the type of game aching to be played here. We've done this song and dance before, you know I won't deny a seat at this table."

King of Hearts.

"Let's see..." Don't mind him. He's reading the paper right now.

"Secret cult founded. Another cult. Underground keyblade society rumors again. Which, no idea where they got that idea." Flicks the page!

"Heartless taking over the fast food industry, fusing them together and disturbing public perception. Square shaped meteorites.. are they trying to say flat earth is a thing?"

Flicks another page.

"...???? The job I worked at got blown up?!" G A S P.

HC; Legacy.

The idea never strums anything deep within Sora. Leaving something to last, a feeling, a goal, ambition, to have that stand the very test of time? The most he knows of is traditions hailed from the Destiny Isles and even that is one foot out the door.

He never brings it into a state of genuine question until this cosmic panning conflict with Xehanort himself.

While he doesn't know the term its called, there's an element about being the Child of Destiny, just as his destructive predecessor once was that sits heavily with him. Whether intentional or by a spark of happenstance, he can never shake facing the very resolve that would willing forsake reality itself to All's End. He could feel the gritted pain, how each clash of blades was drawing a deeper conversation that Xehanort couldn't look away from.

Whether it was down the nihilism of nothingness through Xemnas, or through the scientific 'proofs' of Ansem, Seeker of Darkness. Sora managed to perceive how it wasn't a fixation solely in the realm of madness. Determination against the brink of an impossibility, they've both personified that against each other, and became those same immovable walls.

While he'll always despite the methods used, the level of harm made within those lives, at the same time this most twisted idea of a Master and Student relationship sits in his heart, all thorns, bramble and with a fire that refuses to submit to incarnate of light or darkness.

HC; Dormancy.

As we've come to discover in Kingdom Hearts III, the crux of Sora's memories, even with the deletion and removal required at Castle Oblivion were not truly lost. A constant that's gained careful study in how the nature of his Darkness holds a unique function. Similar to how it housed the Hearts of Xion, Roxas and Ventus while never compromising the nature of their identity. Why wouldn't that same warmth also be carried for himself?

I'd like to apply this instant for DDD here on Ansem the Wise's apt explanation on Sora's strengths.

In particular, how the potential of Sora's heart can actualize lost existences. Even through the framework of primal light, darkness and the concept Nothingness and the oblivion even beyond that. He's turned the learned knowledge about Nobodies, even with the anomaly factors to account as actual life, and the darkness of his being kept that protected, allowed it to rest in a place where outside stimuli wouldn't distort, but to only find resonance that could gradually awaken those lost hearts from their slumber.

From how I see it, the same principle will ultimately apply to Sora as well. Just as the memories from the Chain of Memories journey have been tenderly kept, so has everything he believed he once lost. It falls down to his mentality and the natural inexperience with realizing the powers of the Heart. If he truly were to will it, to really find that strength just as he's done in Re:Mind, being some abstract ghost that gained the power to travel to the Stations of his other companions.

Alll it took was singular step, understanding.

He'd see how it actually was there all along. For Sora, unlike many others in the series who are particularly gifted in the arts of the Keyblade. I'll say that his biggest mastery (despite his natural talent) was never for the weapon empowered by the heart. Sora is someone who can command the nebulous nature of the Heart itself to realize just how terrifyingly capable it is. There is a reason that keyblades by nature require the channeling a Heart's manifested will to actively breathe life and strength into it.