[Dante's starting to get used to the way the fog functions, as much as he hates it sometimes. The last thing he wants to do is relive his memories time and time again, or to have to worry about the darker aspects of them jumping out in the night. But Dante's also not the type of guy to let that sort of thing stop him from doing what he wants, and so most nights he can still be found out and about, hanging out with friends or getting into mischief or just wandering the streets in some sort of self-assigned watch for other Retrospeccers that might be having a difficult time. If there's anything he's learned over the past few months, it's that he's not the only one that's got dark memories awaiting them.
Unfortunately, there are some nights where it seems like he winds up dealing with his own memories rather than helping anybody else out of theirs. Tonight is one of those nights.]
I should've seen it, as soon as Maleficent started gathering the seven princesses of heart...
[He recognizes the voice, faint as it is. Mickey's voice. Dante frowns, speeding up... and stopping short as the area around him seems to change, dragging him back into the memory's grasp.
Everything is white, white, and he's on some sort of raised platform in the middle of a room. All around him are towers, chairs, something inbetween, with figures sitting in each one. There are a couple faces he feels like he should know, but more of them are hooded, wearing the same sort of coat both he and Arlene have found, their faces hidden.]
Yes. They were all my doing. I used the evil fairy to find seven pure lights for me, just as I prepared thirteen vessels to fill with pure darkness.
[Dante frowns again, looking up at the man speaking. He doesn't recognize him at all, though his eyes are the same amber he's seen in his nightmares before. The evil fairy...?
The man continues speaking.]
That dull, ordinary boy--a Keyblade wielder so unlike any I have ever seen. However, I have not abandoned my ambitions--the seven guardians of light and the thirteen seekers of darkness.
sora; best friends talking 'til the daylight
Unfortunately, there are some nights where it seems like he winds up dealing with his own memories rather than helping anybody else out of theirs. Tonight is one of those nights.]
I should've seen it, as soon as Maleficent started gathering the seven princesses of heart...
[He recognizes the voice, faint as it is. Mickey's voice. Dante frowns, speeding up... and stopping short as the area around him seems to change, dragging him back into the memory's grasp.
Everything is white, white, and he's on some sort of raised platform in the middle of a room. All around him are towers, chairs, something inbetween, with figures sitting in each one. There are a couple faces he feels like he should know, but more of them are hooded, wearing the same sort of coat both he and Arlene have found, their faces hidden.]
Yes. They were all my doing. I used the evil fairy to find seven pure lights for me, just as I prepared thirteen vessels to fill with pure darkness.
[Dante frowns again, looking up at the man speaking. He doesn't recognize him at all, though his eyes are the same amber he's seen in his nightmares before. The evil fairy...?
The man continues speaking.]
That dull, ordinary boy--a Keyblade wielder so unlike any I have ever seen. However, I have not abandoned my ambitions--the seven guardians of light and the thirteen seekers of darkness.
[He's struggling just to keep up, honestly.]