Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found
Who: Sora (lockandkeyblade ) and Roxas (pullsheavendown )
When: Backdated to the 9th, Thursday night after being ambushed by Xehanort.
Where: That's a good question...
Summary: Kidnapped! Sora and Roxas have a heart to heart in the twilight zone. Only not really.
[Endless...]
[That's what Sora wakes up to, groggy and sore and tired from more than exertion or injury. As his vision clears, he finds himself at the heart of an endless corridor. Both ends stretch out beyond sight, and into the darkness. He feels like he's fallen end over into a painting, a caricature of reality. A dream. He suffers a chill that has nothing to do with the lingering streaks of half-melted ice on his clothes and hair.]
[Where are we? Sora isn't sure what this place is, but they need to find their way out of it quick. They need to get back in the city, to keep stalling Xehanort long enough for the others to reach them.]
[Suddenly, it dawns on him. We. Not just Sora, but Roxas was with him before. He turns, scanning his surroundings with haste before he spots it: Roxas's form lying just a few feet away, lying in a pool of ambient red light. He's quick to scramble towards the other, shaking his shoulders lightly to wake him.]
Roxas!
When: Backdated to the 9th, Thursday night after being ambushed by Xehanort.
Where: That's a good question...
Summary: Kidnapped! Sora and Roxas have a heart to heart in the twilight zone. Only not really.
[Endless...]
[That's what Sora wakes up to, groggy and sore and tired from more than exertion or injury. As his vision clears, he finds himself at the heart of an endless corridor. Both ends stretch out beyond sight, and into the darkness. He feels like he's fallen end over into a painting, a caricature of reality. A dream. He suffers a chill that has nothing to do with the lingering streaks of half-melted ice on his clothes and hair.]
[Where are we? Sora isn't sure what this place is, but they need to find their way out of it quick. They need to get back in the city, to keep stalling Xehanort long enough for the others to reach them.]
[Suddenly, it dawns on him. We. Not just Sora, but Roxas was with him before. He turns, scanning his surroundings with haste before he spots it: Roxas's form lying just a few feet away, lying in a pool of ambient red light. He's quick to scramble towards the other, shaking his shoulders lightly to wake him.]
Roxas!