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Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 3, 2011 12:51:06 GMT -4
Seeing her reactions, he wished he had asked her a different question. With an analytical stare, he caught water in her eyes; she was a step away from crying. His muscles twitched in anxiety of not knowing what to do; he felt what he needed to do, but couldn't articulate it properly in his mind. If watching her a teardrop from crying was hurtful, then knowing that the gateway of her happiness was to loose her...was complex to digest.
Inhaling deeply, he glanced down at the fountain water to reorganize his thoughts and weigh the odds. If she wanted the two of them to make things right, then he will loose her in the process, but it will make her happy. Unfortunately for him, his happiness rests with getting rid of his originator since Daichi lacked the desire to unite with him. After all he was never a missing puzzle piece of Riku, he was a replicated individual; through nature, they were never meant to mingle as one like Namine with her...person. Despite with Riku as his first priority, seeing her like this...he knew he had already concluded that he won't deny her...entirely.
His gaze fully rested on her again when she uttered his name. She reminded him of a promised that seemed to have always lingered in his cavern of a heart. From the moment she spoke it, he knew not to call her a liar; he had been feeling it since he saw he today. She knew him for him, even the unspoken aspects, and yet she wanted to venture with him without knowing where he had contemplated to travel to.
Despite the awkward position he was in, he couldn't help, but to chuckle at what he was about to say next. A while ago, he was a persona full of loathing, but now with remembering an old face he had re-developed fondness, "I will always be there for you, Namine, but first share with me the memories that hurts you."
To indicate what he meant, he allowed his hand, destructive, yet gentle, to cup her cheek, while a finger traced below the tearful lid," I know for a fact, I don't like to see you upset; actually I don't want to see you like this ever....atleast not by yourself."
His boldness started to waver for a moment, since he couldn't keep it from her too long; what kind of friend re-starts of friendship by keeping one in the dark, "Although I just met you, I don't want to leave you, but I feel you don't want to go or rather I shouldn't take you where I'm going."
Withdrawing himself awaying from her, he ran his hand through his hair again clentching the strands, a new nervous tendency, "I'm seeking them out, the Organization. They made me someone I'm not for...whatever reason...and left me to rot, and now they are all alive, those that hurt you and those that knew of me, a replica that shouldn't exist...but let it live and be abandoned, making me a fragment of whatever of me...is truly me."
That was the main bone he had to pick with them. Techincally, he wouldn't be this bundle of anger if it wasn't for them, and yet they wouldn't care anyway, since they left him in Castle Oblivion without a second thought. True even Namine wasn't aware of his survival, but he couldn't find it in his heart or mind to ridicule her. Now that he let the cat out of the bag, he watched her expression, "I don't want them close to you, increasing your chances of getting hurt again. If you're adament, I won't stop you, but I will...protect you."
The... Organization. "B-But they'll try to kill you!" She bit her lip. If they discovered he was alive, if he didn't rejoin them, Xemnas might consider him an obstacle. And if he sent the members after Daichi, he might get hurt. There were thirteen of them and only one of him. "How can I make sure you don't get hurt?"
It was true that she didn't like them, but she couldn't let him go alone. Still... She couldn't fight the Organization. All she had was her magic, and that wasn't enough. "How can I save you if you get in trouble?" Maybe she could wait in the World That Never Was for a sign. "What if they try to reprogram you again? Vexen did it once so that you would attack Riku, back when you worked for them." She closed her eyes. Daichi had his reasons, and they were justified. The Organization was the creator of all his pain.
"Whatever you do, make sure you can get away if things go... wrong. I'll wait for you to return. If I were in the castle, I would only be a hazard."
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 4, 2011 0:30:11 GMT -4
"B-But they'll try to kill you!"
Daichi looked at her skeptically expression with a smirk, "No faith in me Namine. They may try to kill, but that doesn't mean I'll roll over like a dog. Also I already gotten under Zexion's skin; if I can get to him, I can get the others."
"How can I make sure you don't get hurt?" That question he didn't have an answer. He doubted he could prevent him from being hurt in any form, but they won't crucially hurt him if they weren't anywhere near here. "How can I save you if you get in trouble?"
Man, she's going to kill me, he wasn't prepared for this entourage of questions, especially if they correctly showed that he didn't think this through. Actually when he had thought of this Namine wasn't in the picture, but now that she is in his life; he may need to revise for her sake, which will in turn be for his as well. "What if they try to reprogram you again? Vexen did it once so that you would attack Riku, back when you worked for them."
"Hey," Daichi cut in once seeing her close her eyes in dismay; the replica cursed himself for not making this ordeal better and smoother, "hey...if they reprogram me...you can always give me back my memories, and everything will be fine. Still no matter what I go through, I still remember you...even with the messed up memories I have now."
Daichi was glad though that she saw his point of her being near him. The farther she's away from the Organization's radar, the better, and with him going to fly so close, she have to be distant, because he wouldn't hold himself back if anyone put a hand on her.
"Don't worry okay; I'll take care of it," the replica stated firmly, "but I won't be hunting them down too soon. I just found you, so I'm not in a rush. First thing first share with me...those memories; that way you won't have to carry those burdens alone; you're not alone anymore."
Namine nodded. Those memories. Starting from the beginning... Her sketchbook opened and she pulled out her pencils. She sat closer to him and began to sketch. Her scribbles, drawn quickly, began to channel, and Namine felt the walls in her mind fade away. She searched through thousands of memories, all linked together in a brilliant white chain, and she found the beginning.
The first time she saw him. Daichi stood before her in Castle Oblivion as she gave him her memories. He was unconscious- Marluxia wanted him to think she was in trouble. That way, he would want to save her more than ever.
The scribbled united and it showed him sleeping, his white hair covering his eyes. The memory channeled through her and into him. A true memory, not a fake one. "And... That's the first time I saw you. I gave you the memory of our promise, the one on the beaches of Destiny Islands. I didn't see you for a little while, so I am guessing that was when you met Sora for the first time."
The sketches finished faster and faster, and the memories of Castle Oblivion channeled through her and into him. She felt the sadness returned; she was sharing her burden. Was it really right? He wants this... I have no right to say no. The memories continued, until the point where he found out the truth. The time where she almost broke him.
She struggled with that memory, unable to portray it as she focused on it in her mind. The pencils slowed, but then she found the right picture: It was Daichi, standing once more, with his lucky charm in hand. It was the moment where he said that even though the memories that made his Heart were fake, they were his and only his. Her guardian stood valiantly, his blue eyes set calmly, as they did when he fought.
She looked up to him, a blush on her face. "I... I am still ashamed for manipulating you."
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 4, 2011 1:04:59 GMT -4
Speechless he was as he sat next to her; Daichi couldn't think of a response, but silence. Atleast his memories were more intact than before with the casual fizzing snow fading in and out of difference scenes of his life; now all the blanks were filled. In the end, his animosity towards the Organization built up to a tenfold; he had an originality before being revised, and they forced Namine to be the puppeteer in a charade of people's hearts and emotions.
Yes, he did had a reason to be angry with her as well; she was the one that made him cared for her, but regardless, even then and now, he had accepted his memories untrue, but his own; also he had promised even after the relevation to always be there for her. His blank stature slackened; he had a lot to do; Riku was tossed on the back burner. He will deal with his originator and gaining his own full identity in beating him prooving he's nothing less than him.
His ears was open, and his mind was running, but despite his activity, he can still feel her eyes on him; looking down at her, he saw her tinted red face. The replica was going to utter 'shut-up', but he held himself back; he was starting to learn how to cope with socializing altogether, slowly, but surely, "Don't be. They should be the ones ashamed, and they will learn that...eventually. And...I can't even find it in myself to be angry at you...and I don't want to."
"You did what you had to; you know they lack a heart hesitating would've gave Larxene a green light for anything," despite how tense this conversation was he laughed...lightly, "you even opposed it all in the long run...even broke me in the process, so you don't have to be ashamed."
Namine nodded. Daichi had the right to do this. She stared into his eyes and smiled. She moved her hair from her face and brushed it to her shoulder. "I know that you have things to do, and I won't stop you. You deserve more than they ever gave you."
This was how Daichi could find peace. To be above his maker, Vexen. "And if they do try anything weird, I'll just rewrite you right back to normal," she laughed. The World That Never Was... She shuddered at the memory of that dead city. The cold district streets and neon lights; she never wanted to see them again. The crashed vehicles and broken windows... What a desolate world.
It was there that Daichi was headed. Namine took her sketchbook and began to sketch, lightly, and changed colors. Yellow, green.... All different shades. In the end, she held her hand up, and a glowing yellow star faded into existence. She put it in Daichi's hand and stared at it.
"I gave you one of these back in Castle Oblivion. While it's made of magic, it still holds true memories for us. While you do have false memories of us, there are also real ones. Ones in which you saved me from Marluxia, when he tried to kill me. Then, me, you, and Sora all stood outside of the final door, where Marluxia rested. Sora told you that you were your own person, no matter what memories you had..."
"It's a good luck charm that saved us both in the past."
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 4, 2011 18:33:46 GMT -4
His fingers cascaded over the yellow star keychain lucky charm. As she spoke, his mind started to visualize each scene exactly how he remembered. He won't forget it this time atleast not willingly. The replica clutched unto the charm as if his life depended on it, as if it was his heart. To keep it close, he tucked it in his pocket still holding it; now with a new responsibility to keep it, he wouldn't trust his pockets to keep it secure, so he may have to visit a moogle for this can be kept on his neck within his shirt. Atleast that way it will be close to his heart, and it won't be in plain view of the Organization.
"I'll keep it with me, always," his hand kept a grip on it to make sure it won't fall out, "now I don't...have anything to give you."
He knew searching himself will lead to a failure; his inventory was minimal. Personally he felt their dynamics were uneven now that she gave him a gift, a good luck charm at that. He had placed aside the discomfort, since he already made up his mind to give her something before he departs. With his lack of continuity in the gift exchange, he had no idea what to do next.
"So what now...I don't intend to leave anytime too soon..."
Namine laughed. He wanted to give her something? That was funny. "No, Daichi, you don't have to give me anything. I broke your lucky charm over a year ago. It was my responsibility to give you a new one." This one was definitely his own person. So modest... Namine wondered if he was as polite to other people. Daichi couldn't be that mean. He seemed to be really protective over his friends.
She glanced around the District and pointed to a shop. "Daichi, have you ever had ice cream?" she asked as she twirled her hair into curls. The sadness she had shown before seemed to be dwindling. Instead, there was a simple joy, without complication of darkened thoughts. She walked over to the ramp and jogged to the open store. With what little Munny she had, she walked back with two ice cream cones.
"Hey! You gotta try this." She held it out to him. It was light blue ice cream. "I didn't think they would have it. I like this stuff a lot." With another laugh, she flourished her own ice cream. "Sea Salt Ice Cream!" she exclaimed, and dropped her pose, full of surprise, as her ice cream almost fell off the cone. She steadied it and bit into the ice cream.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 5, 2011 16:32:47 GMT -4
The replica had a confused look on his face not computing what was so funny. A subtle frown carressed his forehead as he glared at the floor, while running his fingers through his hair again. Perhaps socializing was a ridiculous task for a replica to engage in; he thought this would be easier, since it was Namine, but perhaps he was wrong. Now he was perferring to stay silent and stoic, but his gaze read, 'what's so funny?'
Finally hearing her response, he snorted at his stupidity making him too embarrassed to even talk anymore. Atleast by not saying anything, he can avoid social awkwardness and personal humiliation. He wondered if this is one of the many prices of being amongst the genuine. From the corners of his eyes, he watched Namine and quirked a brow at the question. Daichi was becoming more observant when watching her. Within seconds, the girl was jogging away. She seemed more light-hearted than earlier today; he couldn't help the subtle smile tugging at his lips.
His ward returned with icecream; she sounded excited, while handing him his first icecream. The replica sniffed it smelling the coolness and essence of a freezer. The replica was unsure if this delicacy was...sanitary or even tasteful, but watching her interaction...prooved otherwise, while he planted her likeness for Sea Salt Icecream in his database. Curiously he licked the scoop on the waffle cone. Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he looked at the scoop questionably. It had an awkward salty sweetness too it; the combination was...distinctive, and the replica licked again for certainty.
Is this what they truly eat? This was definately not going to be apart of his daily diet, but he will attempt to enjoy it for the time being. Hearing her exclaim, his focus went back to Namine and he laughed, a true genuine low laugh. She was interesting to say the least, and watching her was one of the most entertaining yet alluring thing. Perhaps this is all worth it when it comes to humanity, especially if this constant warmth and laughter came with it.
Yeah. Sorry, I got sick yesterday, was gonna post.
Namine watched Daichi, curious. He seemed so... Distant. She bent down to where she was looking him in the eyes and she smiled. "Hey, Daichi... You don't have to say the right thing or understand everything perfectly. You don't have to judge your own actions; I'm definitely not going to." She made her way back to the fountain's edge and took a seat. "I know that you're not used to other people, or anybody, closer than an acquaintance, but you don't have to worry. I'm not going to think better or worse of you for anything."
"Bleh, I'm being too serious. We should do something before you have to leave, right? Erm, I'm not sure about Traverse Town, but I am sure there is something fun to do here. I see a hat shop over there..." She leaned close. "Come on, Daichi. I know you want a silly hat," the ghostly girl teased. With a light laugh she looked around for something else that could possibly introduce Daichi to the existence she had grown used to.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 7, 2011 19:16:45 GMT -4
He hummed in response to her question as his mind tried to grasp what she had said to him. Daichi did want to linger around her more before he departs, because once he steps into the Organization's ring, who knows how long can he peacefully step out without being scouted or monitored to see her again. Feeling her closeness, he snapped out of it a bit taken back by her playful tone. The replica blinked innocently and bewildered as she laughed.
Was he really that legible causing all of his thoughts to be worn of his face, or was she a telepathic empath? The replica didn't want to think about it, especially if such personal thoughts would be advertised to the world. I really need to stop this
Although she said, he didn't have to understand everything perfectly; the replica didn't know how to intently respond or to react. In a sense, she was asking him to be human and drop the uncertain guards and double checking. This was going to take a while to adjust to. In the meantime, he decided to tag along to wherever Namine dragged him to; he can't grow accostume if he just sat around and not venture. Standing up, while still licking the blue icecream, he asked, "So where to next, silly hats?"
Namine nodded, her eyes bright. She ran to the ramp...
And stopped. She looked around for a moment, and turned to Daichi. "Hey, Daichi," she called out. "Can you feel anything funny?"
She hadn't noticed it until now, but she could feel that something was off. Were there Heartless near? It was quite common in this District, but Namine hadn't seen one yet. She analyzed the courtyard, trying to find the source of her ill senses.
"Maybe hats should wait; I feel like there's Darkness nearby." Darkness was well-known to have its own signature, and it was easily identifiable to those who had come into very close contact with it. Namine wasn't all doom and gloom; her sense of protection had flared as she kept herself on high alert. Her hands gripped her pencil and her sketchbook as she waited for Daichi.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jan 10, 2011 18:46:05 GMT -4
(bwhahahah heartles mob)
A brow quirked at the question; it was quite vauge, since he's been feeling quite funny throughout today, but he wondered what kind of funny she meant. Now he have been feeling off with this district; it was too peaceful just to say not too long ago he ridded a girl of dancers and heartless. When Namine mentioned darkness, his fingers flexed. As he opened himself up to search for it.
Usually he wasn't so off his game with detecting darkness; the replica scolded himself for not being as attentive of his surroundings than usual. Following Namine, he already made up his mind it was time to go, but felt that if heartless around they would emerge regardless if they leave to try to avoid an unwanted scenario or stayed.
"I have a feeling...we won't have a choice to avoid it," darkness clouded his hand before the Souleater fit perfectly in his grip, "if it haven't showed its face yet, then it was just waiting."
His eyes narrowed at the thought of being hunted and watched like prey. The bright blue eyes glanced back at Namine; Daichi perfered they both stood like sitting ducks. A hand pressed on her shoulder to guide her infront of him as he kept keen eyes on the courtyard behind them; atleast this way they would be closer to the ramp and the First District, "We should move."
The lights dotting the streets of Traverse Town flickered and appeared to dim, throwing the already prominent shadows into sharp relief. One of the shadows stretched longer than the rest, growing subtly longer by the second, before breaking from its origin and solidifying as a mass of darkness before the young man and women in the courtyard. Smaller patches began to emerge up and down the ramps, attracted to the largest, which in turn had been summoned by the inhuman darkness of the silver-haired replica.
From the depths of the mass of black rose a Pureblood Heartless in a flurry of dark wings. Darkness swirled around its muscular, red-tinged torso, the heavyset, three-ridged blade in its hand pulsing a fiery red. It swiveled its head and met the gaze of the male below him, its blazing yellow eyes locking with a vibrant blue.
The creature leapt powerfully into the air and rose the blade to strike.
From the surrounding area, a multitude of Shadow Heartless began to slither from the safety of the darkness, encouraged by the fearsome display of the Orcus before them. Among them arose a few Neoshadows, all of which scattered away in an attempt to void plans of escape.
Heartless Currently Present:
1 Orcus above the courtyard 4 Neoshadows by the exits, currently not attacking Multiple Shadows
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Last Edit: Jan 10, 2011 20:03:51 GMT -4 by Zephiris
Namine followed Daichi, her sketchbook in hand. The Heartless were waiting on them. Shadows swarmed like ants. Fear rushed through her, followed by a strange mixed feeling... She didn't want to be afraid. Not now. But she didn't want to be reckless either. Her gaze sharpened on a few approaching Shadows and she flipped her sketchbook open, her pencil in hand.
A dash across a black mark. Thunder shot towards the small Heartless, hopefully destroying it.
The sketchbook ruffled slightly. Namine's abilities... They took physical form in her drawings. Art is the physical expression of the soul and Heart, and when she made it, her magick could be channeled. As the thunder faded, Namine kept with Daichi.
"I can help you take them, Dai~" she said with a grin. Self-confidence wasn't her forte, but she wanted to carry her weight.
Sorry, I got sick yesterday, was gonna post.
