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.

"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.

HC; Nature of Magic.

The way that magic flocks to Sora's veins finds itself heavily divorced from the nature of textbooks and magical theorem. While to utilize the craft, there's countless ways one's heart can appropriately translate it, the nature of memory, sensation and experience plays a massive part in how he molds it.

How the nature of his Thunder spells would be reflected upon those stormy days spent at the island's, picturing the thunder's ground, the tremor across the land and the fangs of lightning that briefly tore at the space of the skies. How things as small from a pop of static electricity, to avidly remembering days of high energy, hold it's a directed chaos that plays into his advantage.

It can be those days where he'd remember burning his hands upon the ice of a frosted, proud mountaintop, capturing how it'd sear him from the cold. Another time it can fall into the days of remembering the refreshment of ice cream upon his tongue, a more peaceful but not to be underestimated force.

Emotional channeling and firsthand experience help form the 'dial' for each spell class, and the nature of going from the base to -Ga/-Za tiers of magic. A core component is how he always needs to host a framework of memory for his Heart to call upon, and there's countless examples in that reservoir of the Heart even if he does not remember right out the gate. It can fill him with fondness, nostalgic, to firmer emotions that can always play a pivotal edge in it's craft.

Time magic however stays the funniest for Sora to play with. Hast' spells utilize the nature of his impatience, and Stop is similar to letting 'Holding reality's breath' for a fixed amount of time. Slow would play into those days where he freshly awakens, honing in on how his body feels like it has to 'adjust' and just placing sensation as Spellwork onto his foes.

"I'm guessin' it's been more of a rarity since I joined the scene?" Briefly he winces as the idea in itself sounds accusing, the last thing he wished was for her to picture he's blaming himself.

Both of them are well aware of his drive of taking that more Forbidden Path once forewarned. Instead of letting it drive him into a spiral of thought, he'd give a dramatic brush of his face against that towel, hastening that process in a silly way as hints of his face were now visible. What Skuld would find are fiery eyes, ones that were ready to face this together with her.

"Y'mind confirming something for me? One of those black coats back there, they talked about how this place is divorced from the concepts we're typically familiar with. Still in us, but this world is operating differently.."

"Do you have a feel for the Heart of this world yet? No matter how much I tried, the Kingdom Key didn't hold any instinct of directing towards that natural pulse, much less it's Door."

HC; Prices.

You wouldn't believe that the nature of helping to mend holds cost, would you? How blood and flesh are an exchange for warriors, how the enduring nature of human wind, to not let that boundless madness encompass all be the risk for such a dance, no? Fairness never had a part in the cruel beauty of reality, and time and time again, Sora often finds himself by that precipice and it's all due to one singular fact.

Never knowing enough. A way to unleash the princesses from a Keyblade forged by disaster. To ensure that the primordial nothingness itself hadn't banished him to the Dark Realms alone. How, by damning reality in a way that slighted it more than an Old Master's ambitions, it devoured all semblance of him from that maiden cosmos.

It comes to a point. Sora has carried on the guilt that involves worrying others, understanding the raw weight of what selfishness even for the best possible outcome can bring. It aches. To know that tears spill in his name, that roars against the realm want to stand by his side, through those very connections does the King of Hearts feel that agony. Never does he allow himself the chance to actually forget those authentic, thorned threads and how they bite into him with the same intensity.

So where does that leave him?

A lesson learned, cruel and daunting. How triumph is never truly enough. If he intends to become a bastion that rewrites the grim ending of heroes, selfishness of an all devouring scale would be that requirement. Let victory be the totality, let their ways chart the path forward, make the Universe understand and not merely tread the routes that null the most ill effects. Sacrifice has often been a language of love, and never in the case for the lack of joy of his own life, but it comes from a weariness of letting disaster or circumstance always have some predetermined way.

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."