Dream |04|
[ooc: There's a filter on Sora's name. Only those that know about him being his nobody will hear it. To everyone else, they will only hear static.]
A pure white room. Room, might actually be the wrong word as it seemed more like a dome. At the center stood some sort of white capsule and a man in red.
"At last, the Keyblades chosen one." The figure said aloud
"Who are you talking to," he asked angrily, "Me? Or Sora?"
"To half of Sora of course," he stated as if it were obvious before going on, "You reside in darkness. What I need is someone who can move about the realm of light, and destroy Organization XIII."
"Why? Who are you?" Roxas asked, frown taking place on his face as he prepared for what he may hear.
Without missing a beat he replied, "I am a servant of the world," he then took a moment to pause before adding with laughter in his voice and a smirk on his face, "And if I'm a servant, you should consider yourself a tool at best."
All this just seemed to grow Roxas's own rage and anger towards this man. This man that thought nothing of him. The one that brought him here, gave him false memories-!
"Was that-! Was that supposed to be a joke?! Cause I'm not laughing!" he roared as he summoned the Kindgom Key to his hand, instantly taking off in a charge towards the man. Roxas made a slash through him only to turn back around and notice that it went right through him.
"My apologies. This is only a data based projection."
Roxas could just hear the smug smirk from what he just said and let out a cry of frustration and angry as he whipped his weapon at him again. He continued his barrage of attacks until he had to stop and rest as the image finally went away.
Or so he thought. "Over here."
Roxas stood up straight, a glare of hatred in his eyes as he got back into his battle stance.
"I hate you so much-!"
"Really? That's a bit odd considering you're not even supposed to exist. One who doesn't exist, can't possibly be capable of emotion. Don't you think so, Roxas?"
"Shut up!"
"You should try to share some of that so-called 'hatred' of yours with Sora, then. He's far too nice for his own good."
"NO! My heart belongs to me!" he bellowed furiously as he made to strike him again, even though he knew it would be in vain.
Just as he was approaching though, the man let out a final smirk. "And even that, like everything else, was never yours to begin with was it?"
--
[Roxas woke with a bit of a start, before glaring at the wall and turning his Dreamberry off with a click.]
A pure white room. Room, might actually be the wrong word as it seemed more like a dome. At the center stood some sort of white capsule and a man in red.
"At last, the Keyblades chosen one." The figure said aloud
"Who are you talking to," he asked angrily, "Me? Or Sora?"
"To half of Sora of course," he stated as if it were obvious before going on, "You reside in darkness. What I need is someone who can move about the realm of light, and destroy Organization XIII."
"Why? Who are you?" Roxas asked, frown taking place on his face as he prepared for what he may hear.
Without missing a beat he replied, "I am a servant of the world," he then took a moment to pause before adding with laughter in his voice and a smirk on his face, "And if I'm a servant, you should consider yourself a tool at best."
All this just seemed to grow Roxas's own rage and anger towards this man. This man that thought nothing of him. The one that brought him here, gave him false memories-!
"Was that-! Was that supposed to be a joke?! Cause I'm not laughing!" he roared as he summoned the Kindgom Key to his hand, instantly taking off in a charge towards the man. Roxas made a slash through him only to turn back around and notice that it went right through him.
"My apologies. This is only a data based projection."
Roxas could just hear the smug smirk from what he just said and let out a cry of frustration and angry as he whipped his weapon at him again. He continued his barrage of attacks until he had to stop and rest as the image finally went away.
Or so he thought. "Over here."
Roxas stood up straight, a glare of hatred in his eyes as he got back into his battle stance.
"I hate you so much-!"
"Really? That's a bit odd considering you're not even supposed to exist. One who doesn't exist, can't possibly be capable of emotion. Don't you think so, Roxas?"
"Shut up!"
"You should try to share some of that so-called 'hatred' of yours with Sora, then. He's far too nice for his own good."
"NO! My heart belongs to me!" he bellowed furiously as he made to strike him again, even though he knew it would be in vain.
Just as he was approaching though, the man let out a final smirk. "And even that, like everything else, was never yours to begin with was it?"
--
[Roxas woke with a bit of a start, before glaring at the wall and turning his Dreamberry off with a click.]