recolle | [closed-ish] if the clouds don't clear

[Hikari doesn't hesitate to follow Dante, determined not to lose him in the fog. He doesn't doubt the other's ability to defend himself (Dante's been here for a long time, after all), but there was a nagging feeling inside that told him to follow him.

He jerks a bit, nearly stumbling over nothing when he hears Sora's name.

No, not the same Sora. Not his cousin.

But the confusion is warring with some feeling of trepidation inside of him as the voices continue. It's odd. They mean nothing to him, but he wonders why it's making him move into action like this. As if he has to help Dante stop whatever's going to happen.]

Sora and another on your list belong to me now. And that puts you three guardians short. But worry not. All of the pieces are destined to appear. Your seven lights just like my thirteen darknesses, whose final clash will beget the prize I seek...

[Soon enough, the both of them will be there, breaking from the fog of Recollé into a bright white room, onto a center dais surrounded by thirteen tall pillars topped by thrones. Dante's taking stock of the room immediately, looking for the throne he'd seen Sora seated on before.]

But first, the thirteen darknesses shall be united. All the seats have been filled. And now the last vessel shall bear my heart like the rest!

[Dante swears as Sora's throne begins to rise, the boy lifeless and unresponsive as he'd been the first time. Mickey again cries out No! and Dante breaks into a run, summoning Keyblade to hand, shouting Sora's name as he goes.

But even though he knows to watch out, and even tries to compensate for it by attacking the form that appears before him, the result is the same as it was the first time: Ansem seems to come out of nowhere, wearing the black coat that so many of them have worn, a blur of darkness that appears only for a heartbeat before him before Dante's being slammed to the floor. Ansem's got his head pinned down, and trying to push himself back up is fruitless. He can only watch as the old man takes aim with his Keyblade, ready to change Sora...]

Wait--you followed me?!

[He catches sight of Hikari, and immediately his Keyblade is being thrown the boy's way as best Dante can manage from his position.]

Hurry! You've gotta stop him!

[Hikari's startled by the sight.

Thirteen thrones, but there's something else. The voice, the sight, and a black cloak. But it's reflexes that has him catching the Keyblade. He's so confused by what's going on, but the urgency in Dante's voice pushes him into motion. Hikari himself has no skills in fighting, but all he can think about is to save Sora/i>.

He looks so much like his cousin that he charges at the old man, lifting the Keyblade up to stop him from doing whatever it is he wants to Sora.

He has to make it somehow.]

[It won't matter if Hikari manages to strike the old man or not: whatever it is he's shooting at Sora is already in motion, soaring across the room toward the boy sitting on the final throne. All Dante can do is stare at it in horror as it goes, still pinned down by Ansem behind him, and watch as it sinks into Sora's chest.

Almost immediately, a veil of darkness seems to flare up around him, and it almost seems as though time stands still as they wait to see what happens... and then the darkness fades away, and all that's left is Sora, standing upon the throne.

But he's not Sora. Dante can see it at a glance. The Sora they'd known had been wearing red, his eyes blue. This Sora...

This Sora wears the black hooded coat that the rest of them wear--and his eyes are a vivid amber.]

[Hikari jerks back as Sora's been shot, whatever that was shot at him disappearing into his chest. He could feel his own heart pounding, racing as all he could think of is how he failed to protect him. However, when the veil of darkness came up, he feels the room going still, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the darkness to fade.

The veil is gone and Hikari....

Hikari instinctively knows that whoever is on that throne isn't the playful brunette. His grip on the Keyblade tightens, something tightening in his chest as he stares at the stranger, meeting amber eyes.]

[It isn't Sora at all--Sora's never had that slightly manic tinge to his expression; he's never let his lips curl up in a smirk and stared down at them as though seeing fresh prey for the first time. He stares at them, and his head seems to incline slightly, and as he holds out his hand to summon his Keyblade Dante feels a stab of fear go through him because the blade is black, black and red and with this sense of darkness coming off of it so strong one would have to be dead not to be able to feel it.

Sorry, Hikari, Dante's going to be taking the Keyblade back now. He summons it back to his hand, concentrating so that it appears reversed to what it normally does. It's hard to arc his arm back enough that he might hit Ansem, but the reverse grip gets the job done, and Ansem disappears before he can be hurt. Dante scrambles back up to his feet, watching as Mickey seems to free himself as well, but there are still thirteen figures staring down the three of them, and Dante really doesn't like their odds.]

I sure hope you've got some way to defend yourself...

[It's strange to feel the Keyblade disappear from under his grip, fingers curling up into a fist against his palm. He barely notices it at first, eyes fixed on the black and red Keyblade. While he didn't exactly know what was going on, he isn't oblivious to the darkness emanating from it - from that person.

He immediately walks back, eyes fixed on Sora, no not Sora, until he's back at Dante's side. A glance at the other and he holds back a snort.]

...We might have a better chance at running honestly.

[He's useless here. He has no fighting skills whatsoever, despite his hand itching to hold the Keyblade again.

Anyway, considering their odds, it isn't looking too good.]

[He doesn't like it, but he nods.]

All right. Let's get out of here. I'll bring up the rear!

[After all, he's the one with the Keyblade. If anyone's going to be doing any fighting, it should be him!

They'll need to go sooner rather than later though, because Sora leaps off his throne, swinging his Keyblade down. Dante runs to meet him, their blades crossing, neither one of them able to win a straight contest of strength. When had Sora ever been this strong? His heart is in his throat, staring down those amber eyes. What had happened here?]

Go!

Edited 2017-10-13 19:36 (UTC)

[He doesn't like the idea of running. He never has, but Hikari knows their chances really aren't looking good. Bu he can feel the raw power from Sora, the darkness that seems to have taken over.

Clenching his jaw, Hikari does make a run for it, hearing the blades cross and clash with one another.

It's not Sora, that much he knows.

But where can he run if there are still others around them that will attack them?]

[Luckily, the lot of them are beginning to disappear, staring down at them imperiously as they disappear into the darkness. There are no figures to stop them as they jump from the raised dais, and once they're a little ways beyond it the white room will fade back into the streets of Recollé again.]

Head for somewhere we can hide!

[Because even though everything else has disappeared, the version of Sora that had been changed is still following them.]

[closed-ish] if the clouds don't clear

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