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 “Why won’t that kid give me a chance? I just want to get to know him better. What am I doing wrong...” Why were some teenagers so frustrating and complex when in midst of attempts to familiarize themselves with them. He just now realized that Ventus seemed to be a triggering word for the look-alike of a champion of his heart.

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Fluff Starters

“You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”

“Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

“You smell really nice.”

“Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

“Here, let’s share the blanket.”

“You’re comfy.”

“You are my new pillow.”

“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

“But I want to hear you sing.”

“We can talk over dinner.”

“Don’t be stubborn. Try it!”

“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”

“Will you let me rub your back?”

“Care to give me a back scratch?”

“Star-gazing was a good idea.”

“You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight.”

“I’ll always be here for you.”

“I’ll be here to protect you.”

“I think I love you.”

“You are my love.”

“How about something warm? It will will help you sleep.”

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“Don’t be silly. I want to stay up with you.”

“It is not morning yet.”

“Shush and go back to bed.”

“I heard you talking in your sleep.”

“Your bed head is really cute.”

“We’ll do dishes together.”

“How about a kiss?”

“I love your hugs.”

A few were inspired by these.

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               ☣ TRUTHFULLY, the girl only knows as much modern knowledge as any other would; such is the way of the grail. Yet even so, upon seeing the brunet’s face light up ever so slightly at her words, the Hassan of Serenity couldn’t bring herself to further explain and debunk her seemingly wide array of knowledge.

     So in efforts to hide this, the assassin now looks away for a brief moment as she walks alongside the other, her mauve hues only looking back over to him as he speaks once more. ‘Keyblade’? While she knows not of what he means, she presumes his mention of ‘light’ to mean that he is someone of some sort of faith… Though, looking at his attire once more, Serenity can’t help but wonder if that’s really true.

     ❝ KEYBLADE? I’m… Afraid I have never heard of such a term before, ❞ she admits, bringing her thoughts to light. Hopefully it’s not something so readily known by any and all, otherwise she would be exposed for the fool she thinks she is.

     ❝ But… I am as well. Perhaps you wouldn’t think so, looking at how I am now, but… Looks can be deceiving, can’t they? ❞ and with that she offers a small, somewhat melancholy smile at the other before the assassin’s attention looks forward once more. If he is not a man of faith, then surely he must be a warrior of some kind; that much is true from his muscular body and the way he had spoken moments before.

 Perhaps a bit taken aback by her voided knowledge in regards to the mighty and mystic keyblade. On his time here he had been able to conclude that many hailed from many different places, worlds, and universes as a whole, so of course his shock was but a minimal one that could have perhaps been missed. Not just as so but even from where he rooted from not many were familiar with the might of a keyblade. Only a chosen few happened to be, or those who were burdened enough to seek of said knowledge in regards to it. “It doesn’t surprise me,” was his light hearted response, a smile veiled by the most sensitive nature of serenity gracing the fine complexion of the feckless youth. His paces a tempo and synced with her own, rush lacked and absent upon their wander. “Even where I’m from not many know of the keyblade. Only a few out there really know about it.” Terra bobbed his head at her with fleeting laughter. Ironic that as connected as things could perhaps be --- at a core to core basis it never truly seemed to be the case. How deceptive things could be upon a mere glance scan or exterior surface.

 Terra’s paces only differed from Assassin’s when he chose to pace the tiniest of bits ahead to only commence walking backwards, mindful of the route that was now faced with his back whilst his attention was upon the words that were spared to him. “I don’t judge by appearance, so I didn’t do that with you,” as often proven countless of times in the before, his trust being placed in the wrong crowd, his judgment clouded --- Terra was not made to pass judgment upon others even if perhaps he should cast caution to the winds and try to work on that fault which was still ever present. “Skilled at combat huh?” His nodding as if caught in some sorts of contemplation. Not fond of general violence though he was a young man to be appreciative of a good well hearted spar or training session when present. Being a man who always attempted to perfect his combat skills if only to keep the champions’ of his heart out of harm’s way.

 “Haha, maybe one day you can teach me a thing or two.” He could not detain himself but to beam in the slightest. Finding that company in general soothes his woes, having been completely consumed and isolated into pieces within the darkness. Her company brought him solace if all in gratitude to those long years he was deprived from any sorts of a kind. However, attention strayed for a moment, paces halting at the sights of, what he assumed to be, some sorts of mall. Thumb rose to point in mentioned direction of interest, smiling at her. “I have to stock up on a few things,” such as actually growing accustomed to having his heart, mind, and body listening to him for once. “Want to tag along with me a bit more?” He double checked in case she were preoccupied with her own businesses in this city. “I would like to get you something as well.” Without shame and with bluntness he fessed. As a small thank you gift.

 Perhaps it would be unorthodox to many for not much had been done. But, for a young man who’s been isolated, trapped, taken over, and lost for bits over ten years --- the warmth of casual conversation and company meant and means everything.

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 “Jealousy is not a very common feeling I’m used to feeling...” Desire void of getting too chummy with mentioned feeling was present as well. “I guess... I just wish my friends were here with me. I should keep myself busy...”

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cetrasguard:

    “You really shouldn’t go around eating things some guy advertises to you,” although she supposes he had no reason to question what the man was selling. Her features presented that of a less than happy individual, but her annoyance isn’t directed at the misguided young man, but the people that continued to make literal mince meat of the birds they’d somehow managed to get their hands on. “Well it’s fine I guess, you didn’t know” a light shrug follows but the crease between her brow remains. “Chocobo’s are like horses,” assuming he knew what a horse was “they’re used for travelling and racing, not eating” she reiterates, as it made little sense to consume the same animal that provided other essentials. “Any way sorry about destroying your lunch,” that was now in a mushy heap on the floor. “I was gonna get something myself, wanna tag along?” She offers, but she does have an ulterior motive for asking him to accompany her.

 Frown stapled upon visage of the feckless youth defined that he felt some sort of upset regarding such subject and that he, without intention whatsoever, had come to upset someone with actions that were taken --- even if perhaps he were oblivious. The lady truly did seem upset over the present predicament. The young man bobbed his head, understanding displayed openly as she furthermore went abouts to explain to him some of these Chocobos and why in turn the sight of himself wishing to indulge in that meal had set her off and ticked her off immediately. “Really sorry.” Perhaps he was a tad too trusting even now even in such harmless things. A mental note made for future references. “I understand.” A small yet sincere smile was offered even if perhaps he would have preferred not to have a meal slapped off his grasp as he was genuinely suffering of some sort of hunger.

 Touched he was by her invitation and was he to deny then perhaps he would come off as rude. Besides, at this point in time nothing is present to take his focus so no harm was visible in the often deemed faltered judgment of Terra. “Yeah sure, I’ll tag along.”

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“How are you holding up back there?” Sora’s voice was directed to his other friend, using the Keyblade to smack these robots around and away from them. The boy knew he had to be conscious of the other, since he didn’t have his own Keyblade to defend himself with. “These guys can be pretty tough.” Though he won’t admit it now, but they were pretty strong, stronger then he thought. Or maybe it was just getting use to the fact that he was missing the power he wield in the past.

 For the time being the failed master seemed to have to be highly dependent on nothing but his brute strength, which he spared much and plenty of it for usage in occasions that required him to do so. Such as the one presented before him right at this moment. The young brute man found himself applying all of his weight with the addition of his strength against one of their robotic foes --- striking it against the solid ground to then stand moments later. “I’m fine, are you?” Concern showcased more towards the young blood than his own persona. However, agreeable that these foes seemed tougher than commonly so. For... every strike Terra felt pain and strain against his body for the force he applied at the moment.

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 “Get to safety, hurry! This way!” Palms motioned civilians to make haste in the direction of interested, singled out by a limb. Worn out failed master watched as the robotic metal foes destroyed which has attention landed upon. Aiding the wounded when necessary, to Terra’s dismay he was not much help at the moment as a warrior so he made do with aiding the wounded and helping those who allowed fear to claim their hearts. Efforts not solely his for the time being the abilities and strength of another were borrowed. In this case the ghost visage of his friend Ven --- who showcased incredible mastery over, not just one keyblade, but two. The sight --- fascinating. A dual keyblade wielder, never in his prime had Terra witnessed such arts until now. “I think that’s all of them!” Voice echoed through fields of war towards the young boy in black to inform him that there was no threat of losses of life if he wished to go full out on these droids then that was his cue.

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               ☣ HIS reaction to her alias, though expected, only solidifies her confirmation that the brunet isn’t part of the current Grail War… Or even any that had taken place in the past.

     With this in mind, the Hassan of Serenity feels as if she can take a step back from her earlier cautiousness… Even if it’s only by a small margin. However, it’s to be expected of any Servant suddenly thrown into a new environment, especially if many of their special skills are currently inaccessible. Not only is it troubling, but it puts the assassin at a severe disadvantage should she encounter any enemies here.

     As both of their hands relinquish their grip on each other’s now, however, another look of perplexity forms onto the Servant’s expression. Though his kindness is appreciated in some way, it’s also a bit baffling to Serenity. Has he taken pity on her under the assumption that she is merely as harmless as she looks? Unsure of the answer, the lavender-haired girl can’t find the courage to ask further about it in fear of discovering a harsh truth.

     Surely it’s not so bad to enjoy someone else’s kindness for the time being, is it? Or is that merely a selfish desire of the one who has created artificial happiness for others again and again?

     ❝ … If that is what you WISH, then I cannot stop you, ❞ she begins, offering a small smile despite still looking a bit confused about the entire ordeal.

     ❝ I’m usually on my own wherever I may go… But no, I don’t actually… Have any idea where this city is, ❞ though she’s a little sheepish to admit, Serenity keep in mind that the brunet also (supposedly) has no idea where the are, either.

     ❝ I, uhm… I know a lot of various things even when it concerns geography, but… I’ve never heard of this particular city before. I couldn’t even tell you what country we’re in… ❞

 Terra supposed he should have not expected nor foreseen anything less. “Neither do you huh?” Yet another rhetorical question spared from his part whilst hands found solace in warm pockets to shield them from the ever cooling and breezy nightfall. Not many seemed to carry the response to that question. Just where in a map this would be located --- some going as far as claiming there truly was no way out of here as well. To act as if spared knowledge did not hold any sort of effect on him would be a deceptive act, but --- as a man who took silent pride in his composure --- he would simply make do with what was presented to him at this moment in time. “I just arrived here not too long ago so I still have some questions.” For Assassin's indulgence, Terra informed her of such introductory knowledge, rather new to any place that did not attempt to restrain him anywho. However, with that little detail aside Terra quirked  a slim brow in silent intrigue. Ajar door taken.

 “So you know of many things then?” Interest quirked. The young man had not initially dubbed her as one to not possess much knowledge but he could not help but to wonder just what she knew and if perhaps she would be willing to share of such with him. “Most of what I know revolves around the keyblade and the light.” Terra took it upon him to share in means of perhaps introducing some comfort in sharing since she seemed a tad bit hesitant to engage with him initially. “Guess I'm pretty good on the combat department as well.” He bobbed his head with light laughter. Not one to boast of his stature or his state of fitness, but Terra did fairly well taking care of himself after all. As any aspiring master should --- or so the feckless youth believed that to be so.

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 “If you want to get to them then you’ll have to get through me first.” Armor, spells, and weaponry were beyond his reach at this point in time, but the feckless youth was making do well with a pipe forged through metals. Three droids, wishing to feed upon their meaningless destructive desire of ridding the city of what has master dubbed the weak. To death and back his life before he allowed the lives of the young to be expired.

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「Due to circumstances beyond anyone’s control, Loser Squad will not be seen tonight.」

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♔ —— ⎱TERRA from KINGDOM HEARTS ⎰ —— ♚

➢ fresh out of the darkness. Thanks to the timeline in which he’s taken from Terra will always run the risk of succumbing to the darkness™ if he’s in a weak state of mind or emotionally weak (usually triggered by the sudden feeling of helplessness or powerlessness). So if his eyes go from blue to yellow then that’s your muse’s cue to run.

➢ champions the ones he loves --- quite literally. If your muse manages to befriend him or vise versa (which is not that difficult to do) he will go through heaven and hell for them and will reach the tallest and mightiest of heights for their well being.

➢ will of steel. Terra’s overwhelming power of will is what has him on his feet even to this day on the Kingdom Hearts timeline as his body and heart have succumbed. His will manifests itself through the light™ as chains and shackles that encompass around him and bind whatever darkness might be threatening him or the champions of his heart.

➢  quote to live by: Strength of heart will carry you through the toughest of trials.

➢ used to be very trusting of everybody --- needless to say he has some trusting issues now. Terra’s never ending streak of mistakes began by him placing his trust on the wrong people. A very flawed young man who doesn’t wish to repeat his mistakes and wishes to heal the harm he’s done.

➢ keen and edgy towards the darkness™. Terra’s greatest fear is to lose those he loves and for them to get hurt, thus holding the strong want to avoid and prevent such a thing to the point where he’ll let raw power get the best of him which in turn exposes him to falling prey to the darkness. The darkness holding an iron grip on him still and thus to so he can sense and even sniff darkness out when it’s present. Terra isn’t PRO-darkness, in fact he’s against it and biased towards the light because of his experience with the darkness. Even if one is using the darkness in a fair and just manner, Terra will still be extremely edgy about said muse.

➢ Over-sized weapon. Not overcompensating for anything he swears.

➢ He’s broken, literally, broken. His body is one life whilst his heart is another life. It will take Terra a while to register and live/attempt to live and react to a life that gifts him some sorts of freedoms when he’s been battling years to years to no end against the darkness that possessed him.

➢ Low-key tries to be a good big brother™ . Young and child muses, Terra will always try to be a fine and good role model for them --- if anything all influence from the young friend he and Aqua trained with as well for a good while, Ven.

In the Hive, Terra’s a NOBODY and has been stripped of most of his abilities besides CURA. He also has no keyblade and is currently incapable of using his armor. All he has at the moment is a WOODEN SWORD. Right now in the city, he’s simply trying and attempting to adjust though for the most part of his time he is searching for his friends, Ven and Aqua.

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If anything this is showing is that Roxas really isn’t ready to face Ventus, that and also having that name being tossed at him over and over again. Every time he says it, Roxas right eye twitches in annoyance. Does he really have to say something he already said the first time? Is he deaf maybe? Who knows. He can’t help but to glare at the older man before jumping off the neon sign and on to the sidewalk. Excuse him? What has he done to Ventus? “I haven’t done anything to your friend.” He says through the baring of some teeth. Seeing his reaction to Aqua closely resemble that one of Ventus..clearly Aqua is also his friend. So this is him. One of Xemnas’ Somebodies. “I haven’t done anything to Aqua either.” And neither was Roxas planning on harming her. That’s honestly the last thing he wants to do if anything.

“Put your weapon away I’m not trying to pick a fight with you.” Roxas is blunt but he means it. Besides what’s that guy planning on doing with nothing but a wooden sword? Then again Roxas shouldn’t go around underestimating him like that. This guy’s the original whole after all. Who knows how strong he really is. Resting his hands into his pockets Roxas expels a sigh. So many questions, some good ones and some bad ones. “Like I told you, I haven’t done anything to Aqua. Trust me she’s fine.” At least he thinks she is, based on what Xemnas told him about her probably not so much. “As to why I look like your friend..it’s a bit complicated and if I’m honest I really don’t fully grasp it myself but I haven’t done anything to him either.” He swears and knows that much. “So, just relax and calm down I’m not trying to start anything here.” Even if maybe at first he did seem a bit antagonizing. 

Roxas can feel he’s a bit more hostile now than before. He questions why but if his memory serves him right if Xemnas is his Nobody then this guy’s been exposed and sucked by the darkness right? Maybe that has him on edge? “I swear I’m not your enemy.” As long as he doesn’t make him to be anyway.

 Features strained from the glare shot and aimed at the younger member of the party. His claims were ones anybody could make so simply --- darkness reeked out of his pores yet he claimed that no harm had been done to his friends from his persona towards them. However, Terra did not and refused to budge, especially in the face of something that still held an iron grip on his heart and body. To succumb to it a second time... that would be something he simply would not allow to happen, something he must avoid from happening at all costs. Witnessed the feckless youth was as the young blood hopped off the neon light without a worrisome tick. Inclined was the older man to sprint towards the boy in means of aiding him, aide he more than obviously did not need. A mere reaction towards the factual light that he looked just like Ven. Terra wished and simply desired to keep him out of harm’s way.

 Words spared towards his persona seemed to be ones said through a genuine ringing tone. Dripping in sincerity were the vowels in the boy’s verses. His grip, almost as if forged of nothing but iron, enveloped the hilt of the wooden sword --- to only decay and wither away in reconsideration of just where it was that Terra stood in all of this. The boy claimed that an enemy of his he was not and had yet to wield a weapon of his own at the crystal clear view of hostile behavior before him. Seconds’ ease, Terra’s tension decreased, intent no longer to harm the counter party before him. Choice made to trust once again.

 “I’m sorry.” An apology was called to order. “It’s just a lot to take in.” Generally so, all of this. Then to have someone who looked like Ven say he was not in fact Ven spout of Aqua to match. “I’m not very fond of the darkness, either.” Gaze was not one to be bent with ease by anything when he looked at the young blood once again. “And you reek of it.” A claim the other was perhaps very much away of already.