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Roxas - Protection Stone
[As soon as Roxas chomps on the fruit, he will experience sudden disorientation, as if suddenly unfamiliar with being inside his body, perhaps not even knowing why he is there or who he is. It lasts for but a moment and then slowly fades... He will suddenly find himself in a place that seems unusually quiet and gray, as though the color were stolen but there remains just enough to suggest that things have been greatly subdued. There are also about three spots in the distance that seem to almost glow with gentle hues of color, soft and welcoming. Too bad, they seem much too far away to reach.
Within the gray is an expansive forest of every tree imaginable and dry, brittle grass that extends to mid-calf. Here and there, one might even spot some faded prints left upon the ground. The sky is equally gray, although not one cloud can be seen. But a dark mist seems to swirl around the forest, not too thick but clearly present.]
Within the gray is an expansive forest of every tree imaginable and dry, brittle grass that extends to mid-calf. Here and there, one might even spot some faded prints left upon the ground. The sky is equally gray, although not one cloud can be seen. But a dark mist seems to swirl around the forest, not too thick but clearly present.]
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...it's too late. I waited and tried to pretend nothing was wrong for too long, I didn't want to worry you...
I'm sorry.
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Roxas...I know what's happening in my own heart. I know what my chances are, and I'm not going to risk the lives of all my friends on them. All the people I love. They're too slim.
[swallows] Could you...tell Josh I'm sorry? I'm not...I've been a coward about facing him with this...
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Roxas of course I realize that, I'm not stupid--do you think I haven't taken all that into consideration? [this is just kind of a rush, he's clearly not angry at Roxas at all] I know what I need to do. This isn't even about fighting Vanitas, I killed his body and his spirit. But his darkness is still inside me, and in this realm it's been getting much, much worse--
[taking a breath] I've got minutes, Roxas, minutes. I don't know what'll happen when I get brought back, I can only hope it'll buy me some time, because I don't--I don't want to be the X-blade, even if it isn't terrible for Aather and I'm pretty sure it will be, I don't want to live on that way--
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But I would have felt it, if Vanitas was rearing his ugly head.
...Or if you were upset and not telling me. That's what the stupid bond is for. You said it's been getting worse since we got here. [shaking his head]
Something's not right here.
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[shuddering and stumbling to his feet, still holding his keyblade]
I'm sorry. You shouldn't have found me, I didn't want you to find me. Our bond--your bond is with what I was. Ven with the heart all of light. The closer I get to becoming the X-blade, the less you can feel of what's going on deep down inside me. I thought at first that you would notice, but when you didn't...I knew that's what it had to be. You can't share your heart with a weapon, and that's what I'm going to become if I don't stop it.
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I...I knew nobody would believe me...
[> VENTUS? attempts FLEE]
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You still haven't said anything about the fact that I can think of four Personae off the top of my head who could probably help deal with this, if not fix it altogether. And all four would.
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[wheeling on him]
--Roxas let me go you don't want to see this--
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[not that it works, but still...]
And if you think I'd just leave you, you don't know me at all.
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Roxas...
[shrinking back, backing away from him] I didn't...I didn't want it to be like this...I'm sorry...
[he's been holding his keyblade all this time. now he's raising it, holding it with both hands, white-knuckled, teeth turned in towards his heart]
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[and that wrenches a desperate sob out of him; he struggles, trying to get a chance to have another try, he's starting to cry] Roxas please--please--I'm begging you--don't make me do what Xion did, please--
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[faltering, a raw noise of pain wrenched out of him, one hand dropping off his keyblade to clutch his chest]
[and then a desperate animal noise, scrabbling, grappling, he doesn't care about doing this the painless way anymore he's just trying to get his keyblade somewhere fatal as fast as he can]
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[Sob, the one time having a status effect spell would have been useful... Since he can't very well cast Sleep or anything like that, he's calling both his keyblades - backward, with the hilts facing outward, and getting in there to deflect Ven's strikes]
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[(he's wearing firebird's bracelet by the way I should have mentioned that earlier)]
[but then his keyblade disappears and he doubles over with a raw scream of pain. he's deathly pale. at his throat, at his wrists, you're starting to see black tendrils creeping along under his skin, painting him black and white, darkness and light. he's trembling violently, like he's having trouble moving. you don't really need a bond to sense his utter despair]
...p...please...
[it's one last raw croak, as if his jaw is seizing up and he can't even beg anymore, his eyes are starting to roll back into his head]
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[faint outlines of two keyblades are appearing in his hands, rapidly solidifying, twin kingdom keys, one glowing black and one glowing white. outlines of keyholes are appearing in the air, dozens, hundreds. his chest is glowing so brightly you can see it through his coat and shirt. the power radiating off him batters you like a hurricane wind]
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[He's terrified, you can hear it in his voice, see it in the way his hands shake]
Whatever happens, just remember this: It isn't your fault. None of it is. Hold on to that.
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[and then it tugs free in a sludgy stretching coil of darkness, molasses-thick and dripping. a few of the darkness-tendrils painting Ven's metal skin fade, like the balance is shifting, and the darkness keeps flowing out of his hand, dripping, pooling, coagulating...]
[sorry I can never resist boss music]
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