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dewgossip · 3 years

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Hello there my little gossiping ducks! Gather ‘round Mother Goose here to learn all about how you ranked the other members of your town — and what everyone thinks of you! The superlatives are in... and I’m ready to share.

Who is ... in their flop era?

The town voted that HENRY DESAI is in his flop era! After his failed business venture, I can’t quite say I’m surprised. As delicious as his cookies and cakes may be, the valley just wasn’t ready for its own bake shop ... or maybe the fates just had a big old flop in store for poor Henry! Is something burning? Oh, well, it’s not a cake — Just Henry’s hopes and dreams!

Who has ... the worst hair?

In a unanimous vote ( boring! where’s the drama! ) the town voted KOA ROXAS for worst hair ... when he doesn’t even have any. Boring! Where’s the drama? Sometimes, I suppose bad hair is better than no hair at all. At least you all seem to think so. I wonder if he burned it off... remind him to never get a cheap wig. Synthetic fibers would smell worse than Henry’s dreams!

Who is ... most likely to break your heart?

I would certainly let my heart be broken by someone as dashing as FINLEY MARTIN — who you all decided was most likely to do it. Now, my heart would never be broken by anyone, because I am always the one who does the breaking ... but this next person, evidently, does not share my (or Finley’s!) prowess...

Who is ... most likely to get their heart broken?

Perhaps there’s some trouble stewing in the General Store, because the person voted most likely to get their heart broken was JILLIAN MERCER. We should have held this back when the store was closing ... talk about kicking them while they’re down! You know I love a good rumor, so if there is any hype around canoodling with either of our heart-break/heart-breaker candidates... someone let Gossip Elder know if it turns out to be true!

Who is ... most likely to embarrass themselves on national TV?

Another win... or really, another loss is in the bag for Mr. KOA ROXAS. After a close race, you all decided that Koa was most likely to embarrass himself on national television. Nevermind what he’d be on TV for, if not complaints of arson... how would he embarrass himself? Perhaps the glint of the aforementioned bald head blinds the cameraman?

Who is ... most likely to be a CEO (derogatory)?

So much for respecting the dead ... you all voted ISMAIL HAQ for most likely to become a CEO. I have several complaints with this one — first of all, it’s not fun to insult people when they aren’t around to hear it and get upset! Second of all, I think him not being a CEO might have been what made him so tense... if he couldn’t keep a Joja open in Stardew Valley, how is he supposed to be a billionaire?

Who is ... the worst chef in America The Ferngill Republic?

More in cooking and fire failures... the people have chosen MATEO MORENO for not only the Valley’s worst chef, but the worst chef in the country! That’s quite a high honor to place on Matty. His multiple nominations for this award made this an easy win, but there were other people nominated. Mateo, if you’re disappointed it wasn’t unanimous, just imagine how the rest of us feel when we try your cooking! Let’s hope for Ben’s sake you don’t try to improve your knife skills...

Who should ... get out of the Valley NOW?

It is despicable to me that we’ve moved on from bullying the youths of this town to the distinguished elders of it such as myself, and who you all said should leave, BILL “SOCQUES” MERCER. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we already tried to kick the Mercer clan out of town once, and it didn’t work on the other half of Socques’ family! His brother might be younger, taller, married-er and better at singing Journey songs than Socques is... but he also didn’t win this award!

Who should ... be cancelled by cancel culture?

Another despicable result, though at least this time the nomination of one of the town’s elders did not result in a win ... how dare any of you try to ‘cancel’ me! The real winner of this prize is SASHA FIORINI, the only one of you with enough relevancy to be cancelled by cancel culture! Let’s all hope a rabid fanbase doesn’t come into town to defend her from this, or, Yoba forbid, start Tweeting with little @ call signs like fiorinisgirl! If this little pop-star (what happened to real music!) gets my blog taken down, I’ll fight her on that beach too — and I’ll win!

Who is ... most likely to stage a coup on Mayor Lewis?

Another day, another win for JILLIAN MERCER! Or should I say, another loss. I imagine that any kind of coup she’d stage would be about as successful as her family’s business, or her fight with Sasha, or her relationships with most people in town, or her skating career... Mayor Lewis would probably have to take pity on her and sign over the documents just to get her to stop yelling at him!

Who did ... not kill Ismail, but definitely killed someone?

Another murder mystery on our hands might send my poor old soul into an early grave, but luckily — the killer on this front is not one we have to solve! ARCHIE TAYLOR was most likely to have killed. I only hope that if she’s reading this, she won’t kill again. Maybe it’s her glares, maybe it’s the fact that no one is that obsessed with ghosts unless they’ve created one... or a few! Spare me, Archie!

Who is ... most likely to have a secret famous Twitter?

It’s hard to believe that this blabber mouth could have a secret famous Twitter — or be committed enough to it for her following to grow. Nevertheless, you all decided that LIZZIE JOHNSON-PHAN was winning the popularity contest ... on the internet, at least, and not in town after that whole Miami debacle. I wonder if we can find any buzzy Twitter users that went on a vay-cay last October, and see if there’s any truth to this!

Who is ... the biggest himbo?

Our first and only stalemate ... and if these two gentlemen don’t know what that means, it means you’ve tied! KOA ROXAS and ARTHUR PENA were voted the sweetest, strongest ... and dumbest of the whole bunch. Which, considering how few of you take my blog as gospel, is saying something — I don’t see many braincells bopping around the crowd.

Who is ... the biggest bimbo?

In a unanimous vote is proof in the pudding that intelligence and knowledge are not the same thing — the town’s biggest bimbo is a second-time winner LIZZIE JOHNSON-PHAN! Maybe we should have been looking for dumb Twitter users instead of ones who travel around the world. Let’s just hope she has spell check turned on to make her a little harder to find!

Who is ... most likely to peak by being nominated for this list?

In our most contested category, with the most individual nominations and most split votes, it looks to me like this person isn’t even peaking in their own category! It’s a good thing FINLEY MARTIN was nominated for something else on this list, or else they’d be branded peaked by ... barely peaking! A rather unexciting finish in this race with for our favorite runner... or, second favorite, if you go based on the fact that Malia wasn’t even nominated!

Who is ... most likely to steal the bus to go to Zuzu City?

It wasn’t hard for ARTHUR PENA and LIZZIE JOHNSON-PHAN to win the category of them being most likely to steal the bus into Zuzu City... it’s just hard to tell if they’ll have enough loyalty to the town to bring it back! Maybe this time with no murderer on the lose, these local farmers will go for a joyride instead of an escape plan. Do you think they’ll get me a souvenir? Knowing their status as himbo and bimbo, I’d doubt it’d be any good...

Who has ... the biggest tab at the Stardrop Saloon?

What’s another win for this list is another loss for her liver, everyone put your hands together for ... JILLIAN MERCER! I’ve already gone through the painstaking process of listing out all her sorrows, but I’m sure Gus will appreciate her picking up this week’s bill once she’s done drowning them!

Who would ... win in a Stardew Valley fight club?

While the Valley’s participants in some of the physical violence we’ve seen were nominated for this category, and took half the vote to themselves — the winner of this ring was ELAINE CARTER! While she seems calm, I agree with the rest of you that she can probably pack a punch... or at least pack her chainsaw with her when she goes to fight, and ward off anyone else who tried to take her title!

And so is the end of this round of Stardew Valley superlatives... remember that all my silly little jabs are in good fun, and that your gossip grandma loves you dearly. Love and kisses, until next time!

xoxo

Gossip Elder

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cosmosfated · 3 years

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The Summoning

SUMMARY: Lea, Xion and Roxas perform a summoning to bring back an old friend to perform on a job asked by another. This results in a conversation between them and their old friend that gets uncomfortable in several ways, as well as a couple of faces that intrude. Roleplayed on Discord.

It's a tug of warmth in his chest that begets a look of confusion. What? Then, a name. A familiar one, his. His ears ring with bells as he feels himself pulled from his place in The Depths and up, out, away. The dragon is with him, always with him, but the sensation is jarring and wrong and it feels too fast. It makes him feel dizzy and sick and awful.

This is all too quick, and he takes a breath of cold, but comparatively warm air. The light is bright against his eyes, as he'd grown used to the dark. He has to squint somewhat to adjust and his chest shudders as he breathes in. Everything aches, he hurts. Clothes torn to near shreds, beaten, bloodied, hair slicked down, covering his right eye, single visible eye a bright silver, fully aware that there's flowers and leaves and trees and life and vigor all around him but not trusting it. His ears are ringing still with the sound of bells. Right, right, first things first. Deal with the rest of what he sees later.

His eyes focus on... wait... no... that can't be right. Yet his chest is warm. A tug forward, to a familiar face. He doesn't trust it. He can't...can he? "... excuse me." Voice a growl, like a warning, like a demand for an explanation.

The curl of a flame dips before settling on a shoulder. Comfortable now that its done its task. A smirk curling across features that would sooner see a sunset then stand around a garden. Or would he?

"Yo!" The mock, two fingered wave/lazy salute given with his free hand is well enough to give away who it is. A greeting far too familiar to be anyone else. Not that his looks would be anyone else. Nor to two half pints flanking him on either side. Keyblades drawn and looking like deer's caught in the headlights. Something he's quick to note and shake his head at.

"You two got all that? Or are we going to have to do that again?"

"I have it, though Roxas on the other hand..." Xion states with a bit of a smirk to the blond and redhead. "Hey! I got it too! This was important so I was paying attention!" Roxas pouts somewhat, though mostly playful in his intent.

Fleur can't help the flicker of a smile that plays on his lips at the familiar bickering between familiar voices. It's his friends. Oh how he's missed them. But just as quickly he's reminded that this is probably a trap and he all but snarls at the familiar visage before him of his so called friend. This isn't beyond something that The Depths would do to him to get him to die before he reaches his grave. Then he would be screwed. Then there would be no escape. Then there would be truly no way for him to go home. And then he would be going against his word.

"so. you called for me. i would like to know why and the terms. i was in the middle of something. something important too." He's calm, but his breaths are short, stunted, as if breathing through a straw. "i don't take kindly to being interrupted while on a business venture."

Lea's grinning at the duo even as his attention slides back over towards Fleur. Waving off the words with his free hand like they're not much but an annoyance or a few leaves on the wind.

"Yeah you're busy so you're not back yet, we get it. This is kinda important though." His keyblade disappeared in a flash of fire as he moved to cross his arms over his chest, far more comfortable but also far more serious.

"Saros hired me as a body guard."

There's a pause, a twitch of his claws. And then-

"with what money?"

It's a simple question but one that is as stupid as it comes. He knows well the going rate of an assassin. Especially one of Lea's caliber. He just wants to know how Saros managed to access his money without him giving that information up to them. It's real interesting.

That gets a laugh. "Pretty sure pearls are expensive. And it's not like you ever hid anything from the kid." He's rolling his eyes long before anything else knowing the kids will back him up on this one.

He clicks his tongue. That's a fair assessment he supposes. Hide, no, not if they asked, and they asked plenty of things. Unlike others in their 'family'. He pauses again, realizes something. "my magic. it feels strange. i can't access what i normally can. is there a cap on it that i should be aware of or is this because of the way you summoned me?"

He looks over towards the kids warily, for just a moment, but they just smile at him and wave. Weird. They haven't tried to attack him yet. He mutters under his breath that they're being weird.

"It's Keyblade stuff." Lea's answer sounds almost as exasperated as he looks. One hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck even as he shakes his head at the ground. "Far as I could get out of Sora, without all the mushy heart talk thrown in, we act as a unit. Two people, one shared attack or magic effect."

"...i'm sorry," he's so calm, terribly calm. He's not even looking at Lea. "but not only can i not teleport freely, but i can't use my spells? i can't use mirage arcane or herasha mirak?" He suddenly looks annoyed. He does however start coughing a little bit, for just long enough for it to become a problem and then he stops.

"... i hate this. this is awful. don't summon me again after this, okay? or if you do, summon me the right way, so i have all my abilities and can actually do something." Sigh! "guess i'll just rely on the old fashioned way." Pause. "wait. wait. back up. body guard. why body guard? they're 13 they don't need a body guard."

Well he would comment on how rude that was. There were some tricks up his sleeves thank you very much! But... Well... Lea shares a look with Roxas and Xion. That cough doesn't sound good. Now he's glad they talked him into making it a Trinity Limit. It would last way longer this way. Not that Fleur had to know that.

"Fine, fine I'll let Xion summon you next or something." He waves a hand again, exasperated even as his other finds its way onto his hip. Can they get on with the program please?

Roxas and Xion definitely look worried for him. That didn't sound good. He looks worse for wear too... He looks like he could use the time out from where he was.

"no! i said YOU! not xion!" He rubs at his temples and sigh-growls. "anyway, body guard. right. why would... a 13 year old need an assassin as a body guard..." ... Nope. Nothing comes to mind. "bullies at school or something? i'm sorry, i'm not all with it, a bit loose in the cap. i'm, ah." He winces. "distracted too. right sul?"

There's a low rumble of a growl that shudders the ground like a localized earthquake, and then a rumble of a voice answering "I do not believe these are deceptions young one. You can stop playing your games."

Lea's stance widens just a hair. Oh shit another one! "Uh... Care to catch us up?"

He knows the kids will back him up. They always do, but his side still smarts from where he took the most damage sailing THROUGH a WALL thanks to a dragon friend of Sunshine's.

"Long story short on our end? Your script's been messed with. Sunshine's a very real threat with a very real dragon. One that's threatened Saros enough into hiring me... and enough for calling backup."

The kids even go a bit ready on the offensive for just a moment. There's another dragon in their midst?! God damn it! Not again! They don't need this...

Fleur doesn't seem fazed by this information until he hears that Saros has been threatened by Sunshine. At which point a low snarl tears from his throat. An awful sound that is actually sounding a bit watery and drowned. He then takes a short breath and shakes his head.

"Young one. You should take what time you have." Silence. "This should not be squandered." Silence. "Young one. Trust in what allies that you have. You have few." Silence. "Young one?"

"i'll help. but i need to check up on two people first." He looks down for a moment. "they don't need to be now but i need to... see if they're okay. just at some point. even if i have to steal one of my watches to do so."

Is he about ready to bolt? Maybe. But weird feeling the kids anger though. That’s a new one. Sora could have given him a heads up. He’s pretty sure if the two half pints weren’t in view he’d be a lot scarier right now.

And that’s a thought he’s going to shake right back into a box thanks. No shape edges needed here. Not right now.

He hopes Xion doesn’t think too far into why he puts a hand on both her and Roxas shoulders as he steps closer to Fleur again. “Sure fine, check on whoever. I’ll buy you some time.”

I'll buy you some time.

Something about that phrasing makes his expression soften. The anger in his visible eye flickers and dims. And he just stares, no words, no response, just stares, as if he simply can't understand.

Xion looks at the hand on her shoulder, then up at Lea, then at Fleur. "... I think you've broken him. Look at him. You've broken a perfectly good friend is what you've done." She smiles. Roxas gasps. "You broke him again? Isn't this like, the fifth time?" Cue a wide grin. "Come on Lea, we need him unbroken."

Lea smirks. Your turn kid to have a little extra time.

Only for the touching moment to end with Xion and Roxas poking at him for breaking Fleur. "Hey!" That's his hands on both their heads. Time to mess with their hair. Brats. Key brats the both of them!

He snaps back to attention at hearing the laughter of the two keybearers, and Fleur closes his eyes, reaching up to gently scritch at the neck of the dragon as it comes into view. Gargantuan, silvery with hints of grey, but only for a moment before it shifts itself to be small enough to be on Fleur's shoulders like a scarf and just stares at the the Keyblade bearers. Respecting distance and also keeping close to Fleur.

"that requires stealing a watch from either my lab or from the embassy. i can't just be invisible while walking around so i have to be careful how i go about this. my damned other watch broke when i... left." Sigh. "speaking of. how did you get clearance to do this from the watchers of this timeline? namely the wardens? ... and i can still feel the influence of my papá." His expression drops. "oh gods. i'm actually... this is real?"

"Did you doubt us?" Roxas throws up a victory sign, grinning like the fool he is. "If it wasn't us, it would have been someone. You know that. Now's not then." Xion insists. "Isn't that right, Lea?"

“You’re joking right? Maribel was one of the first people we told with the idea to summon you. She’s the reason we haven’t got people on our butts.” Lea waves a hand over his shoulder. They’d made enough of a racket recently that just their presence doing something this serious would bring more then a few main players running.

Speaking of...

It’s not the sound of boot-steps that heralds him. Silent as the grave save one thing... It’s the aborted noise caught in an agape mouth. One that isn’t sure what to say. Too many things running through a head at high speed off fractured surfaces. Nothing that will articulate correctly. One hand aglow, ready to defend to the death a world his son had loved with what magic he could throw, the other wrapped deep into the fabric of a friend’s collar to drag him along. A grip now going slack at the sight before him. An eye rippling with rings of color stilling once again.

"i'm sure she loved the idea of bringing me back. especially considering the state of the world." He almost laughs. But the aborted noise makes him jump and spin to face the sound, ready to fight and defend Lea and the kids, that rise in anger and fear undeniable in his heart.

But he's greeted with something else. Familiarity. Painful familiarity.

The friend who had been brought along for this ride had, sadly, been brought along with the thought that he'd be in a fight, so he didn't put up a disguise. So no illusion. No tricks. Nothing. He looks like himself. And perhaps that a good thing. Seven raises a hand to the one Lost has entangled in his collar to gently unentangle it. "Well." He says calmly, recognizing the boy in front of him without problem, without pause. He takes off his cloak to walk up to the tense Fleur and wrap it around him, and smiles. "You look awful. You should get cleaned up a bit. A shower would do you a lot of good." Spoken as if he were seeing an old friend after work, and not seeing him after being dragged out of a hellscape.

Fleur just looks over his shoulder at Lea and the kids with the expression of 'uh, help??' but only gets the look back of 'what do you want US to do?' from the kids.

Even with attention elsewhere, tunnel-visioned onto someone else his hand is removed with ease. A trust there that most haven’t earned. A flinch that doesn’t come. Someone is touching his hand, and Lost is unbothered, even as fingers are uncurled from cloth.

Lea gives Fleur a shrug. He recognizes one of these faces. The other one he doesn’t. The fact that the first hadn’t shown up to stalk them while they’d been running around for a while was already confusing, but still welcome. All he could do was stay a stable presence right? That’s how this worked or something? Who knows.

Fleur slowly looks back at the two familiar faces and warily assesses the situation. So, this looks like Seven and Lost. Two of the figures that had taken care of him when he was at his worst. But then again, this could be a trick. A very elaborate trick.

"s...even?" "Yes?" "...how are you-" "Long story short: you led me to your old man over there and he pulled me free for a time. I still suggest a shower. Or a bath. A nice long one. You look like you need one. It relaxes the body and mind. You know? Right, Lost?" Seven turns to face Lost with a grin. "Start with a proper shower and go from there?"

"Man this guy's weird," Roxas mutters to Xion under his breath, who shushes him but nods.

Lea crosses his arms over his chest but deigns to say anything. This is interesting to watch, and for more then one reason. He's seen this in a few places, and the few places he has. Well, he'll leave his mouth shut.

Thoughts bounce off shattered panes of coded messages. Half formed thoughts and partially coherent mutterings.

That was his son, but what if? Could he? What if not? There was danger here. Keys friend or foe? He looked terrible. Agreed. There was a spike in activity in sector 586. Movement from One-that-is-not-Frisk: None.

Fleur opens his mouth to say something... but nothing comes out. He has nothing to say. If this is really Seven... then he looks tired. Worse for wear. Not the way the Depths would make him look. A confused and strangled, drowned noise tears its way out of his throat and he backs up closer to Lea. The dragon growls at Seven, peeking out of the drenched but slowly drying hair, as a warning.

Seven seems caught off guard by the dragon for but a moment before nodding. Very well. He's unwelcome. Have his cloak then. It's cold out anyway. Seven turns on his heel and walks up to Lost again, gently taking the man's face in his hands. "I need you to stay focused. Can you do that for me?" Speaking gently, calmly, as if nothing else were there but the two of them. "I know this is tough, but you must to try and find your words. Just one at a time will do. Can you try that for me? Not for them. For me. Let me know if I'm asking too much."

Lea's hand steadies him automatically, a hand just to a shoulder. They're here, and aren't going anywhere.

Lost freezes. Hands. Warm.

His eye is quick to meet Seven's holding. A jittering and diffused glow sharpening to a more focused light. Ever so slightly he leans into that touch, grounding himself and settling into that warmth, that trust, that hold.

It's a rattle through his bones that answers more then his voice does. A tight squeeze shut of an eye as he takes a second to focus not on what he sees or thinks but on what he's been asked.

"Keys." Finally makes its way past his teeth. His eye opening again to sweep the three wrapped in an odd material. Sharp with a wild threat. He'd sweep his son away to his ship in an instant if he but knew he could. But what did these keybearers represent here?

The hand on his shoulder does put him at ease, especially since it's Lea that does it. Seeing Roxas out of the corner of his eye calms him some more but he does look towards Xion just to make sure she's there. Good. His friends are still there.

Seven smiles again. "Thank you, my friend. That's more than enough." He then steps to the side to place one hand on Losts arm to help keep him grounded as he speaks. "I think an explanation is in order, if I'm to understand my friend here correctly. The presence of the keybearers right spooked him."

"oh uh," Fleur stammers for a moment. "i was u-uh, s-summoned? right? yes. summoned. by lea. and roxas and xion? i think." He's just staring at Lost. Bewildered and caught between wanting to wanting to reach out and wanting to stick near Lea.

Lea blinks before looking the duo that looked like they might be from Halloween Town over. Huh... So one of them knows about the World Order and the other doesn't. Interesting.

"Right, well we're not here to cause that kind of trouble. Unless you're with Sunshine."

It's almost automatic for him to hook that arm as if he's escorting someone. This one is with me. And yet, it is the entire opposite. Seven has him. Lost's eye narrows just a bit further. His head tilting slightly in curiosity but still a deep distrust set into the light of his eye. His free arm sweeping out to gesture at the world around them, claws showing themselves within the gesture.

"This world is protected." Each word is a struggle. But he manages. He will make certain these keybladers know it, and know the threat well. He will not give up this place that is beloved by his family without a fight.

Ah, Fleur had almost forgotten. The other side to knowing Keybearers. The dangerous side. He's just known them for so long, he's really just seen them as 'they would never'. This is his world. They would never think to harm it unless he gave up on it.

So he steps forward again, still hesitant, still unsure, but towards Lost and Seven. He tugs the cloak closer around him for warmth, and gets a little bit closer, and closer still. He doesn't say anything at first, unsure of what to do or think. Even Seven watches him warily and the kids look like they want to say something but don't.

"you've been protectin' it, haven't ya?" He says with a smile. And then he opens his arms for Lost to give him a hug. He's taking a shot in the dark as far as he's concerned, but he misses his papá. He needs to know.

Lost watches his son walk forward. Uncertain and without trust. It hurts to see, and yet it is only understanding that has him take a step back. A nod bowing his head but also an old warning haunting a step that had not been as steady as it should have.

His mouth clicks closed even as his hand clinches tight on thin air. Of course he would protect this place. That was without question. But that did not mean that he should be trusted. He knew those games just as well as his son did, and all of this was all too many warning signs.

His eye lingered upon Fleur a moment longer before sliding back up to pin the keybearers where they stood.

“Summoners.” It’s a word almost growled out, a low hiss upon his tongue that for those that knew him demanded swift explanation. It’s a warning that comes with his free hand slipping into a pocket.

Those that summoned could command and control just as easily as they could grant that leeway. This was two strikes and he’d get his answers first and foremost.

Ah. So this really was his papá. The depths would have taken that chance in a heartbeat. He drops his arms and smiles sadly. He also takes a step back. Towards safety, towards certainty. This is for the best, for now. Until they both can be sure of themselves and their company. He rushed it, again. He doesn't sigh, but the temptation is there.

"they summoned me because they need my help." He states simply. This is business. This is not a reunion. Not yet. "something happened with saros between them and sunshine, and they summoned me from the depths in order to help them out. i'm going to help because of my own free will. they wouldn't keep me here if i didn't want to stay, right, lea?"

Lea just rubs at the back of his neck. “Pretty sure you’d kick our butts if we tried something stupid.” The kid was stubborn, not stupid. All three keyblade wielders knew that if Fleur didn’t actually want to be here he wouldn’t be. Beside, he’s pretty sure that’s not how this version of summoning worked...

All this hero and heart stuff could give a somebody a headache.

“Otherwise, that’s the gist of it. Saros hired us and we needed the backup.”

Lost’s head tilts, his eye settling on each bearer in turn. Taking his time. These are not beings he can just gloss over.

Instead he hisses out a breath of mist. Might as well start concealing steps that others have already noticed.

“Crow’s about. Be careful.” It’s not an invitation. That would be too simple to listening ears. But the mist makes it easy for him to relax his posture and lean on Seven. Letting his eye unfocus and close as visibility turned terrible to most save those he deemed worth the time. Now escape or return to ship, he’s not up to mind. He’ll trust Seven’s judgement for now.

"i would, you're right." He jests, though knowing that a forced summoning would hurt like hell. Even this strange version of it, there must be rules to it. And he's pretty sure one of said rules must be that both sides must be willing. Otherwise it won't work. He hopes so at least. Otherwise he'd never get his word achieved if the kids had any say in it.

The kids know better than to back down or hide but neither are they going to puff out their chests in pride. They're just waiting. Watching. They've been silent on purpose. They know better than to interrupt something important.

Seven takes the leaning with pride and rests his free hand against Lost calmly. "I have to agree. People you don't want on your tail may already be looking to sever your connection. You best be careful. Keep my cloak for a time. You'll need it more than me. Return it to me when you get a chance, will you?" Said to Fleur, who nods though seems sad. "Good. Now. Lost, that's enough excitement for a while. We can leave when you feel you're ready to go."

Lost watches on through the fog for a moment longer. Eye light like a distant lantern within the gloom.

There isn’t anything to be said as his coat flutters as if caught in an unusual gale. The shadows around him and Seven deepening and turning the fog almost black save the lights of their eyes.

“Always.” Is uttered upon the quiet of the mist that smells of death, sea-breeze, parchment, cedar, and sage. A single word before a light fades and darkness recedes, leaving nothing behind.

Lea gives a low whistle. Now that was an exit. But at least they had a little cover now to get out of here with some sort of stealth to their name.

Almost as if he had been holding his breath the entire time, Fleur lets out a long breath and starts coughing, hacking, wheezing. Breathing is difficult when you've drowned. When he steadies himself after a few moments, he finds himself staring out at the space where the two were. "well that went... elegantly."

"That was tense." Roxas finally speaks up with a bit of a wince to his words. "You okay, Fleur? That coughing fit sounded bad." Xion asks, stepping forward to reach out to him.

"oh aye. just a bit drowned. or drowning. everything hurts." He rolls his shoulders. "got a place you're staying? i could use a moment to rebandage my wounds." Gesturing to the various dirtied bandages across his arms, his chest, even his legs.

Not all that glitters is gold. Not all that is precious is made of gemstone.

Always; he had said. A quiet and broken sentence to a slightly longer one. One punctuated by something that slithers through the fog and mist to curl about a drowned man’s boots.

Bone and just a bit of glitter clung to countless ribs stares up at someone that should not have left it behind. How dare. There will be much pouting for this.

And noticing the familiar sight makes the anger dim that much further and be replaced with joy. Oh how he's missed you! He kneels down to pick up the snake, careful in his motions as to not aggravate his coughing and wheezing. Ah there's the dizziness. "sorry for leaving you, friend. i hadn't a choice."

"I've never seen you look so fondly at something before in my life," Roxas intones in awe. "I have. It's cute. Let him have this while we figure out how to escape someplace safer than this with him in tow, right?" Xion chirps as she tugs on Leas sleeve. "Ideas?"

Lea chuckled watching the kids. Sometimes Roxas missed the biggest cues even now. Man did it show. One hand plops itself onto a blind head to ruffle and muse hair that is in dire need of being messed up for that one.

Xion’s question does get him to pause and think. “Actually, those two gave me an idea.” If this world was as weird as it seemed to have dark creatures working as heroes ... well sorta. Then follow the darkness.

He looked to Fleur with a curious brow raised. “Am I right in betting that travel through the dark isn’t as dangerous here as it usually is?”

Roxas makes a noise of discontent at having his hair mused but doesn't fight it. Clearly he's missed something so he'll take it. Xion just laughs quietly.

Fleur stands and turns to face them again, now holding two entities that are vying for his attention and shoulder space. "erm, it depends on the means of travel. usually not, one of my old friends used to do it all the time and never had a problem. but i can't say every means of travel is exactly the same guarantee. there's always a risk you run. a gamble, no matter how small."

Lea nods. A small gamble is way less then what they usually deal with. And he looks to the duo of kids for a confirmation. He won’t pull a stunt like this without their approval.

“Well, it’s worth a shot.” They could leave the area and get where Fleur might want to go.

The kids just nod towards him; they're up for the gamble if he is. They might as well take the shot if it's going to get them away from here.

"it's worth a shot indeed." Fleur retorts as he finally notices the two on his shoulders gets comfortable. "at your pace."

#discord.#The Summoning #Epilogue #Fragmented Fate #Happy New Year's?#early new year's I suppose

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loxare · 5 years

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Trying to figure out the Lantern Corps colours of the main trio of trios.

I've got Sora as a Blue Lantern because he's basically the embodiment of hope. He is light, he brings a smile to everyone's face, but he also works harder than anyone else in the entire series.

Riku is Star Sapphire because obvious reasons.

Kairi is a White Lantern because of Princess of Heart reasons.

Axel/Lea is Orange because he will fight to the death to protect what is his. (I know this isn't what the Orange Lantern usually does with his greed, but I really like this and choose to ignore that canon.)

Roxas is Red because man, does that boy have a temper. And he has earned it. (There's also probably something to be looked at in here, what with how the ring replaces the heart of the bearer, but it's late and I don't want to get into that right now.)

Xion, I'm having a little trouble with. But I think I'm putting her in Blue too. She's the hope you forgot about, the hope you didnt know you had until you needed it. Just when things are darkest, she's there (with kickass battle music).

Terra is a Green Lantern. His willpower is just... it's up there. He was so determined to not get taken over by Xehanort, he used his willpower to animate his armor. Dude??!?!?!

Aqua is Indigo. I don't think anyone in the series is more Compassionate than her. (And here is where I once again substitute the canon I don't like with canon I do.)

Ven... also Blue. He's the hope that you carry with you for years and years even though everything is terrible and falling apart around you. The hope that definitely pays off in the end.

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hikari-chan-artz-blog · 6 years

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Spread the news!!!!

Irys and kokichi’s wedding is in the evening,and we need a

Priest -?

Flower girl-me

Ring bearer-?

Two more bridesmaids-??

And that’s it

All the shippers are invited!

This is gonna be great!

-namine and Roxas

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atomic-taco-muffin · 2 years

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The Legend of Hana Part 44

Warnings: More angst/fluff?

Rating: SFW

In Where Nothing Gathers, Organization XIII and the Anti-Girls were discussing what had happened in Hollow Bastion.

“He acts too rashly,” Anti-Yui said.

“And his movements are inefficient,” Xemnas said.

“Add that to his cocksure attitude,” Anti-Roxy snickered.

“And it makes me shudder to hear him called a hero of light. It’ll be at least ten years before that whelp is ready to use a Keyblade,” Xigbar said.

“What I want to know is who that bitch that was with him,” Anti-Hana said.

“She’s a Spirit. Couldn’t you tell?” Anti-Yui said.

“She doesn’t seem like a Spirit.”

“I agree. She seems too weak to be one,” Anti-Rumi said.

“Whatever. We push them in the right direction, they’ll run in a straight line for us, whatever direction we put them in. Just like a beam of light,” Xigbar said.

“And if they don’t, they’re useless to us,” Saïx said.

“Exactly. Now that we’ve lost ‘him’, we need the boy to do his work for us,” Xaldin said.

“‘Scuse me! ‘Scuse me! Over here! Who’s ‘him’?” Demyx asked.

“The card that forms Sora’s pair. Roxas,” Luxord said as he held up a joker card. “Whichever of the pair, the game is ours.”

“Ohhh, Roxas! He was a good kid. It’s a shame he’s gone.”

“He is not ‘gone’. Roxas is inside Sora,” Anti-Yui said.

“What?! He is?!” Demyx felt so happy that he started crying. “I’m so...happy...he’s still alive!”

“Stop acting like you have emotions, idiot,” Anti-Roxy said.

“Huh? Was it weird?”

“You couldn’t have sounded more unnatural!”

“Everyone,” Xemnas said, gaining their attention. “The Key Bearer has started his journey once more and has gained a few allies. You will sow seeds along his path. And he will water them, until they bear fruit.”

“Seeds? What kind of seeds?” Demyx asked. “Oh, I gotcha! Permission seeds!”

“There’s just one more thing bothering me,” Saïx said.

“Speak,” Xemnas said.

“It’s Axel. How are we gonna take care of him?”

“Forget him. He won’t be coming back here. If he does show his face here again, we will show him the mercy that he deserves.” Everyone was dismissed and headed off to do their own part.

☽✧☽✧

Xigbar headed over to his room where he saw Luna listening to the T.V while Rumi’s red panda, Chia, was snuggled up on her lap. Xigbar smiled softly and walked over to her.

“Hey, La Lune,” he said as he kissed her cheek. Luna turned her head and looked at Xigbar with her blurry vision.

“Hi,” she said.

“How’re you holding up?”

“I’m doing okay. Everyone’s been helping out. Especially, the animals.”

“Yeah, they all care about you. Scarface has been calling you Lady Luna.”

“‘Lady Luna.’ That’s got a nice ring to it.” Xigbar smiled and kissed her hand.

“I’m glad you think so,” he said. “We’ll get your vision back. I promise.”

“Thank you, Xigbar. You’re the best husband anyone could ask for,” Luna replied. Xigbar scooted next to Luna and the two of them cuddled with Chia as they watched the T.V

☽✧☽✧

At Rumi’s mansion in Twilight Town, Axel was looking for a replacement coat for his ripped one. He tossed things around until he found a coat.

“Aw, it’s just a raincoat,” he said. He heard something coming from one of the closets and a familiar voice.

“Is someone there?” It was Naminé! He opened the closet and brought Naminé out of the mansion. “Thank you. Now you’ve saved me twice.”

“How long have you been in there? Don’t you know how to use dark corridors?” Axel asked. Naminé tried to summon one but it didn’t work.

“I can use it sometimes...” she said. “Besides, I wanna stay in case Roxy comes back.”

“You still love her?”

“More than anything. And I know that she loves me. She just needs to fight. Fight against the despair that’s controlling her.”

“You sure you’re not a Spirit?”

“She told me that the despair took over. And I’m gonna save her. No matter the consequences.”

“You’ve got guts, kid.”

“What were you doing here?”

“Me? Oh, I was just hoping to find a change of clothes or something.”

“Change of clothes?” Axel showed her where the rip was and it was quite big.

“I can’t go through dark corridors like this,” he said.

“I’ll sew it up for you,” Naminé replied as she summoned a sewing kit. “Here sit.”

She pushed Axel onto a bench and got to work. Axel tried to tell her that he didn’t need her to sew it up but she ignored him.

“Hey. What are you gonna do now besides save Roxy? They don’t want you anymore right?” Axel asked.

“Mhm,” Naminé replied and accidentally poked herself with the needle. “Ouch!”

“And I can’t go back to the Organization either. Well...it’s not like we ever really belonged anywhere or had anyplace to go. We never existed.”

“But...there is somewhere I want to go. With Roxy. And there’s someone I want to see.”

“Me too. It’s weird. Nobodies like us don’t have hearts. So where do these feelings come from? These feelings of wanting to see someone?” Naminé finished her work and put her tools away.

“All done,” she said. Axel looked down and saw that the coat was done.

“Wow. It looks awful,” he said.

☽✧☽✧

Sora and the others had arrived at Beast’s Castle and saw that everything was dark and gloomy.

“So this is the next world,” Era said.

“I hope we can find some clues here,” Lily said.

“Sorta gloomy don’t you think?” Goofy asked. The five of them headed in and began searching for clues.

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