[closed]

[retrieves]

Who: kh cast
Which: closed log
Where: during the event so...everywhere?
What: everything all at once
Warnings: death and... idk a lot of angst





anyone dying? log it here!
people getting into cuddlepiles post-event? log it here!
anyone got anything else they wanna do with kh cast without posting on the event log? this is for you!
closed threads with the kh cast catchall or just general cast tagging is in here!

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Roxas || OTA

[twilightskey]

I - Special Monsters
[When the nightmare apparitions appear, Roxas knows what he has to do. He’s never really considered himself a hero, but he’s fought different enemies across different worlds before and helped save worlds from the Heartless before. In a way, this is no different. So as the enemies approach, Roxas turns to the person he’s near to give them a nod, before jumping to action.]

Come on!

[Whether it’s an enemy he knows or a foe that’s unfamiliar, Roxas is going to give it his all to help fight back against them. Keyblades in hand, he rushes forward, facing the foe head on.]

[[OoC: This is basically a free-for-all prompt for anyone who wants to fight any of the special monsters alongside Roxas! Feel free to pick your own enemy, or message me if you’d like to plan something out together!]]

II - Wisped Away (CW: Character Death)
[Roxas had been prepared to fight to defend this world, and was more than prepared to endure any injuries while doing so. He’s fought his fair share of enemies before, and is no stranger to conflict. But despite doing his best against the nightmarish entities, one foe manages to best him. And in trying to defend a friend from a potentially fatal blow, he ends up taking it for himself.]

[Roxas has lost his existence before, when he returned to Sora’s heart. But despite that, he’s never truly felt bodiless before; even with his time in Sora’s heart, a bit of concentrating allowed him to feel his own sense of self, his own form. Whenever Sora, Riku, or anyone else had dove into Sora’s heart while Roxas still dwelled within it, Roxas was able to manifest a body that could operate within Sora’s heart. But now, as a wisp, everything feels disorienting and strangely dream-like, like if he wasn’t careful he’d simply vanish into the aether. But even as he tries to keep himself together, thoughts dart through his mind like stray sparks. What happened? Where was he? What about that guy that was attacking Kor? Is Kor okay?? What about Sora, Vanitas, and everyone else who was fighting??]

[Everything is confusing and overwhelming, a rush of noise and sounds and images he’s too disoriented to fully comprehend. In this form, he’s not exactly sure where to go. Those who know him might feel a sense of familiarity wafting from this particular wisp, but his wisp floats in a distressed-looking manner, pulsing red and black as he struggles to keep his confusion, anger, and fear from overwhelming him. He’s still got the determination to fight, but he’s going to need help calming down first.]

Wildcard
[Got something you’d like to try out? Feel free to write up a starter, or PM me here or at pocketnoivern to plot something!]

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[oathkeeper]

... Roxas?

[It's strange. Despite being physically apart for a significant period and having separate hearts now, Sora can still sense an excruciating and profound pain that strikes at the very essence of his being. It pierces through him with such intensity that it threatens to shatter his heart into pieces.

This sensation bewilders Sora, as he had grown accustomed to the notion of a separate existence from Roxas, each with their own experiences and emotions now. The unexpected agony serves as a reminder of the deep connection they once shared, rekindling a longing for the bond they had lost.

Lost- not not... Gone? Gone?

In the midst of this overwhelming anguish, Sora finds himself grappling with conflicting pain, torn between the desire to scream and the fear of reopening old wounds. ]

What...? Why does it ...hurt?

[Sora gazes up at the sky, a sense of unease washing over him. He can't shake the feeling that something fundamental has shifted, as if a precious part of himself has been misplaced or lost entirely. The deep ache in his chest persists, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Why?]

Where's Roxas? Roxas?!

[twilightskey]

[They may be separate people now, but they still share a connection together. One that resonates despite distance, despite existence status, despite new worlds and new abilities. It's always sat there, comfortably between the two of them, a piece of each other that resides in one another; Somebody and Nobody, Heart and Shell. Which is why it's so jarring when that connection is suddenly gone.]

[While Sora feels that anguish and pain, Roxas feels his own myriad of emotions. There's his own confusion, his own disorientation, and his own fear, but without a body of his own he can feel the onslaught of other emotions surrounding him, both positive and negative. It's like being on a tiny raft in a vast ocean, in the middle of a fierce storm, and it's all Roxas can do to hold on.]

[Despite his fallen status, Sora might be able to follow the tiny, frayed connection that still remains between them. Following it will lead to a small wisp, alternating between a familiar orange-gold like the colour of a sunset, and the pulsing red and black of a wisp in distress. It bobs in midair in an erratic, jerky way, like it's trying to decide whether to fight, flee, sink, or even explode like the other battle-ready wisps.]

[oathkeeper]

[With a mixture of hope and trepidation, Sora reaches out. Trying to grasp at the last thread that hangs between the two of them. He can't see it nor can he feel it but he wants to believe that it's somehow there. He needs to know.]

Roxas?

[He follows the twinge of colour like sunset golds that he can see in the air. His hand reaches for it but it only frays as his fingers barely touch. The swirl of colour and the bouncing light that follows makes him inhale and hold his breath like he's too afraid to empty his lungs. He feels like he has to whisper,]

Is that ... you? What happened?

Demyx | OTA

[melodiouspacifist]

I. En Garde

((You can find Demyx's top level here. If you want to do the log with that prompt here, feel free to post your tag here - but these are his aftermath prompts.))

II. Vanished Without A Trace

[ With the mess of the entire story eater situation coming to a conclusion, with the interruptions finally resolved Demyx is nowhere to be found. If people are celebrating or congregating, he's not going to make an appearance. After the fiasco with everything that just happened it was just as well - he didn't believe anyone would want to see him anyway.

Demyx's location is simple, he's hiding out in his treehouse. His balcony is not connected to anyone else's. Sometimes faintly, sitar music can be heard on the wind, but nothing else. No indication that Demyx is there - but he is. He's not answering anything either. No messages, no knocking at the door.

An assertive guest might try the door which is actually unlocked. It's all about perception that Demyx is a friendly, open guy when he isn't. Climbing the stairs leads into the main room. That room has a couch set up in the corner, a kitchenette on the back wall and a small two seater table. It's comfortable. Cosy. No black or white here, but everything in soft blues and purple tones, including a comfortable rug. It's a very comfortable homey room, and perfect for giving an impression.

Demyx isn't sitting in it - but a tiny little snowman happens to be there. Mezzo will bounce around and shake a bit in friendly greeting, leaving a little dusting of snow. It's possible Demyx is playing, but there's no visible exit from the main room outside of a balcony door.

The only visible indication that there are more rooms is the fact that Mezzo can pass through the wall behind the couch without any trouble. Demyx's inner sanctum is as much of a secret as everything else about him. It's not a difficult challenge, just a quirk. The main door is off the balcony. That one, however, is locked. ]

riku | mixed prompts -- battle

[retrieves]

closed to Sora and later, Vanitas:

[Ansem's voice sent chills through Riku as he approached.]

So, we meet again...

[Riku's heart speeds, palms feeling sweaty as he looks at Ansem. on the heels of his dream, it was kind of terrifying to see him again. for a monster he'd felt like he made peace with, he still found himself like this.

but he grits his teeth, fist grasping his Keyblade tightly, determined to not let it show.]

How many times do I have to kill you, old man?

i. death: open

[it was a strange feeling, dying. not really unlike the sensation that he'd felt in Castle Oblivion, before Mickey had come to save him. it sure is tempting to stay like this, though in his nothingness, he felt like he had another option. he couldn't just let his friends have all the fun, anyway...

and so Riku returns to the battle, his wisp form glowing gold as he finds his friends again. if they need help battling, or you want to fight him in this form, this is up to you!]

((aftermath will be in a separate comment so there's a little bit more distinction...? and if anyone wants to comment both, idk i'm still flying by the seat of my pants on this.))

closed to vanitas & riku 🗝️ my heart's a battleground

[oathkeeper]

[That voice... Sora has heard it too many times before. Not only in the deep dark tone that he hears it now but in various different voices. All the same and yet all so different. Xehanort in various different faces and shapes. It doesn't matter- they're all equally as dangerous.]

Ansem?!

[Sora can feel the strange dread in his stomach. It's heavy and makes him feel nauseated. His keyblade appears in his hand before he can even think to summon it, like it's a reflection of his own nerves.]

Why are we seeing them again?! This isn't right. If we have to take you down again then this time we're going to do it together!

[retrieves]

[at least he has Sora by his side, it's true.]

Charming. The Master and a weakness, all in one place.

Shut up! I'll destroy you again!

[he doesn't know why he's seeing them again. it makes him want to panic and scream, but he doesn't. he's better than this. anything that had been thrown at him before this moment this month was to throw him off now.

he only spares a second glance at Sora, as if telling him he's about to go for it, before he does, quickly running at the man.]

[oathkeeper]

Hey, what's it to you!!

[Sora shouts back at the nightmare figure like it might actually do something. But Sora can't help it. The flicker of annoyed anger that rattles around in his chest is hard to ignore.

But he catches Riku's glance and with a nod he follows his lead with a jump forward and quickstep of his own. The best defence is a great and fast offense and Sora's all about not letting Ansem get another word in. They're sick of this dude!!

Sora's keyblade shines with light as he slashes at the man. Keeping to Riku's side to support his attacks as well. An explosion of gaseous nightmare energy will erupt the moment that either boy lands a hit on the man, however!]

closed to sora & riku 🗝️ my heart's a battleground

[oathkeeper]

[Somewhere in the midst of battle Sora had been knocked out. As Sora gradually regains consciousness, he finds himself suspended in a state of eerie nothingness. Devoid of both light and darkness, he feels a disorienting sensation of weightlessness. However, this is abruptly shattered as he awakens to a pounding ache in his head, an intensity that surpasses any pain he has ever experienced before.

His vision remains hazy and distorted, making it difficult for him to discern his surroundings. A trickle of warm wetness alerts him to the presence of blood, flowing down from a wound on the side of his temple. The gravity of the situation becomes real, and a surge of concern floods through him.]

Riku?

[All he can remember is seeing the blur of Riku's clothing. Vanitas is somewhere nearby as well shouting at Sora. He can't hear the words... All he can see is...?]

... Riku?

[retrieves]

[Riku had taken the worst from the attack on Sora. he's not able to get up, but he has formed a barrier that Ansem's trying to take down with his guardian punching up against it. every time he punches against it, there's a hitch in Riku's breathing as if he's the one getting pummeled -- but in reality, he's just getting too weak.

there's a few injuries where he's bleeding, and what's probably making him the weakest is a wound on his side he'd sustained in trying to grab Sora and protect him with his own body.

when he hears Sora say his name, Riku looks over, and there's a fiercer push to his magic as he fortifies the shield with a little bit more willpower.]

Sora... [he sounds so weak, so tired.] Get up. It's not... a good place to sleep.

[at least he tried for a one liner?]

[oathkeeper]

[The scene that Sora wakes up to is grim. The sense of heavy darkness that swirls around them instantly makes Sora's head hurt like someone is shooting a gun inside of his head. He grabs his temple to try and dispel the pain but then he realizes it's because his head is bleeding... Blood?]

Hnn...?!

[He tries to sit up. He glances at Riku and he frowns through his blurry vision. When did he get knocked out and how long have Riku and Vanitas been fighting...?]

Riku! Hold on... I'm... I'm coming.

[He'll try to gather his strength to try and get to his feet. But his legs are against him. Why can't he get up...? The nightmare energy. It's so heavy.]

closed to sora & vanitas 🗝️ my heart's a battleground

[oathkeeper]

[Is this real? Riku is ... dead.]

No...

[This can't be real. The anguish that plagues Sora's heart the moment he sees the Riku's body fall limp is bigger than anything he's ever felt before. The anguish, the sadness, the loss, it all swirls like wildfire in Sora's heart. Why did this happen?

With tear-stained cheeks, Sora lifts his gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and determination. The agony within him is palpable as if he stands on the precipice of shattering into countless pieces. The fear of losing yet another loved one, Vanitas, intensifies the weight on his already burdened heart. The thought of enduring another devastating loss is almost unbearable.]

Vanitas... Please...

[He can't move... Why can't he move? His body needs to move!!]

[darkcharge]

[ Now Vanitas doesn't particularly care about Riku. Though, quite frankly, he's shocked to see such a thing being done. Hadn't anticipated that this would be the way that things would turn out.

But he knows that it doesn't matter to Sora. Doesn't matter if Vanitas reminds Sora where they are. That death isn't really something that happens the way that it does for the waking world. Because... He knows the feeling. The fear gripping and clawing at one's insides. The icy numbness that washes over one's body and heart.

Logic isn't going to reach Sora at the moment. But sitting there gaping isn't going to work either. ]

Sora. You need to get up.

[ Either get up and leave... Or get up and help. Either way, Vanitas is reaching for an arm. ]

riku | open -- aftermath

[retrieves]

[Riku sighs loudly, standing and making himself walk out of his treehouse. it hadn't been too terribly long since he'd "come back" to "life", and he feels incredibly drained because of it. he'd felt really bad before, especially after the fight with Xemnas in the World That Never Was, but never like this.

he just wanted some fresh air, man.

so he finds himself sitting down heavily in the grass outside, trying to take deep breaths in the attempt to force some air into his lungs. if this was going to be a side effect of death, he was going to be pretty annoyed -- especially since he was in such good physical form beforehand.

... but he senses someone's watching him, now.]

You could stop staring.

[he's just saying.]

[oathkeeper]

[Meanwhile, Sora's a total mess. He lost more than just Riku in the entire thing and it's left Sora feeling terrible. He felt so frustrated that he couldn't use his power to try and stop these terrible things from happening. Sora's never been good at accepting terrible things happening to anyone.

But actually losing Riku this time? That hurt more than ever...

Sora is wordless when he comes up to where Riku is sitting on the grass and he collapses behind him to wrap his arms around the other boy tightly. Resting his chin on Riku's shoulder and squeezing him like a lifeline.]

This better than staring?

[Because he's not letting go for a while.]

[retrieves]

[oh shit.

he had a feeling that it was Sora, but he had kind of hoped it wasn't. he knows that he probably upset Sora, even though he's sacrificed again and again and again for him, and would do it again in a heartbeat.

he just never really knows how to deal with the consequences of those actions.

he's going to stay quiet for a minute, his hand brushing down on Sora's arms as he sighs.]

Sora...

[he doesn't really know what to say other than that, because he knows how he'd feel if the situation was reversed. he doesn't think that anything he says will actually help anything here.]

[lightresearch]

[ Ienzo came to a halt - he'd been walking up to Riku's home, expression filled with concern considering what he'd learned. He hadn't intended to stare, and for a moment, felt like he would be unwelcome here. ]

[ Considering how little he was able to support everyone ... could he blame Riku? If Ienzo had been able to do more ... ]

I'm sorry.

[retrieves]

[he doesn't mean to snap. he's just felt so unbalanced -- while he would do it all over again to make sure Sora was alive and well, it doesn't come without its own form of unseen wounds.

he turns a little so that he can face Ienzo, and regret flashes over his expression.]

I... didn't mean it like that.

[not exactly.]

I'm not going to disappear again or anything.

Ira | Aftermath

[iracorn]

[In the days following the fight with the Story Eater, Ira might be a bit scarce. The toll of a massive fight is a heavy one, and it has been a long time since Ira has fought like that. The exhaustion of the exchange of blows combined with prolonged uses of magic requires a few days in bed to recover.

Or so Ira thinks.

Eventually there's a message in the journal.]

I'm alright, if anyone was concerned.

sender: riku walks in 10 years late with dreambucks

[retrieves]

i was just about to try to get in contact with you.

[Riku's still halfway bedridden, himself.]

good to know you made it.

[iracorn]

the same to you.

I haven't quite gotten out of bed yet, but that should be a work in progress

Naminé | Immediate Aftermath

[lethechained]

(( Her other event prompts are here. ))

[ When all is said and done, such a hard-fought victory is bittersweet. Although her own injuries were minor in the grand scheme of things, Naminé spent more than a little time in the wake of it all recovering from the intense strain on her powers, both Dreamotion-based and otherwise, in one of the medical stations she'd previously been healing people in. As soon as they would allow her, she'd made her way out and homeward to survey any potential damage, both to her house and...

And to her people. What she knows already is reason enough for her to change her path at the last moment, to climb gradually and with heavy limbs up the stairway to the gargantuan treehouse next to hers instead of her own, and to curl herself up alongside the door. Whether she's beaten those that remain home or not she doesn't know; somehow, actually knocking becomes something of an afterthought, but-- it'll happen presently.

She can only hope there'll still be someone there to answer. ]

[oathkeeper]

[Everyone is ... is.

There's not really any word to describe it. Everyone is scattered and hurt and trying to rest and recuperate. Sora himself is still in a lot of pain and the residual effects of the dark nightmare shroud filling his head and his own emotions of pain and anguish are still making Sora very weak.

But not weak enough to not check in on Naminé. He's the one opening the door with the very intention of going to her first. But seeing her there, looking as fragile as ever...]

Naminé. Are you okay? [He holds a hand out to her.]

[lethechained]

[ There's a brief moment when Naminé's blonde head turns at the sound of his voice, her eyes too round, and she says, ]

Sora--

[ as if it's the start of a warning, as if her powers are still beyond her control; it's such a silly thing to feel, but somehow she wasn't quite prepared for it to be him to open the door, preposterous though that might be. He's the one most strongly connected to her magic, the one presumably most at risk from them, and part of her, despite knowing she's been wrung out like a sponge, knowing there's no more of that rancid hate flowing through her and taking her magic along with it, is afraid.

But it passes quickly, for even that's beyond her now when she's so exhausted, and her shoulders sink with a momentary regret as she repeats, more soberly, ]

... Sora.

[ Her voice is thin, raspy. She looks as used up as she feels, paler even than she typically is, hair fully pulled loose from her braid from earlier in the day and left slightly wavier and more dishevelled than usual in its normal place on her shoulder. Her hand, when she raises it toward Sora's, is tremulous, but-- she still grasps hold of him with what strength she does have, and says, hardly above a whisper, ]

I'm okay.

[ She has to take a second to just-- hold onto his palm, to let herself be fully convinced that she won't hurt him. Then, ]

Are you... and the others...?

[ She's got the same question for him in return, it seems. ]