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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2015 5:52:31 GMT
A pull, then a tingly feeling, again another pull, only to repeat the tingle. It was time, time to play a little game with a former comrade of him. The silly young man would not believe what he, The Master, has been through. What he, The Trainee, will be going through next. A flavor of independence freedom, a freedom to do what he willed, oh such a way to set love free. If the young man did not give the Master what he seeked, the Trainee will certainly be left friendless.
Again the pull, instead of letting the pull go away to that tingly feeling, the Master opened a door to the pull. Stepping into the door of darkness he appeared into a black silent world. He began to count down the time, he wanted to see what the boy had experience this day. He wanted to see exactly what his newest dreams and wishes were now. The boy knew nothing of his Master's true power, true identity, why if he did. Well the young man would not be here, would he?
Soon the time had reached 30minutes, they should come very soon. As the young man fell deeper and deeper into slumber, his heart opening more with each in take of a breath. With the opening of the heart, oh such a weakness it will show, it would be utterly defenseless. It would cry, weep, shout at everything. Not one soul could escape their weak pathetic hearts, it is what made them weak, what made the light oh such a fright.
Times Up, a smile spread across the sky as the dark world changed to a familiar scene. A scene of Twilight town, one of the many peaceful locations he trained the young keyblader. One that just seemed ironically fitting for this future conversation, he a incubus could control everything here. Would he let the young keyblader know that? No, where was the fun? In the world of dreams, anything is possible, anything. As far as the keyblader knew, he was a shadow manipulator... one who could speak and control shadow snakes, such a fool.
The snake charmer disappeared from the dreamer's view, he waited calmly to see all the dream would behold, before shattering it into a nightmare. A ice crawling nightmare that made one wake up with tears and sweat. Leaving the body feel incredibly shakey, enough to make one step shatter all will to walk. It was only temporary, but such joy it was to watch in front of view. As an incubus he feeds on these fears left over, it merely brought his power a tad bit stronger, he was no longer controlled by the hunger it held. His new hunger was something bigger, more dangerous, more addiction to bring horror.
EMILIO & DIABLO
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 9, 2015 6:38:59 GMT
@gingerfrost2 CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE He'd had a rough day today. Not that the work was any harder then usual, especially since the work he had gone through with the master had been even more difficult then this. Although, he had to admit that training with the master had been a lot funner. Anyway, with so much stress that day he was out like a light. It didn't take long for him to go through several of the sleeping stages and then be pulled into a dream.
The dream was not one to his liking the moment he arrived in it. Twilight Town? No! Of course he had to dream of his long time training place. It came often, he realized. And this was a reoccurring dream. It never ended well, but it wasn't as bad as when he was training with the master. This dream was more of an irritation then a nightmare. He stood in front of the train station where the clock tower stood. Milo turned and looked up just for the sake of it. For a place that had been only memory for so long, it was so vivid in his mind.
Not that there was such thing as a good dream for Milo, but at least he could think of some that might be better. Why couldn't he have those dreams? Well, it didn't matter, he was here now, and he would have to try again for a different one later. For now he moved away from the clock town quietly and kicked himself off the ground and into the air with his staff in hand. Strange.... He thought as he glanced at his staff. Usually I don't have you with me when I'm dreaming.
But then he shoved the thought aside and began to glide slowly over the town. There didn't seem to be anyone out at the moment. And the world seemed to be at it's normal time of day. He shook his now skeptical head and shifted his body weight so that he managed to land on the struggle ring. He missed the struggle ring. It had been so fun to watch and mess with.
That was the curse wasn't it. Every time he came here, those memories would flood into his mind and he would have to fight them off to keep himself from falling back into the darkness of his own heart. Please, not this time. All he wanted to do was get some good night's rest. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2015 4:13:46 GMT
Lurking hidden away, the Master watched the protege take flight high above the town. The glider gradually descended from the sky onto the ground in the struggle ring. The boy seemed lost in thought, he was always one to be thinking. A curious fellow, one who could become a great leader in the world Heartless and all that was darkness. If only the boy would fully join the side, let go, release the love in his heart. \
Slowly the Master appeared in the shadows near by, his whole body hidden away by the dream power. If the boy was to look closely he may noticed the Master, the boy probably already sensed the Master's presence by now. Oh, if only the boy was let his guard down for a moment. such a sad feat, there was nothing to be learned tonight. No memories, no nothing, the boy was just too cautious for his own good.
Slowly the shadowed figure began to step forward, his eyes glowing a calm yellow color. After leaving the shadow he played as if a doll in the dream. He let his powers stretched out like a invisible silent threads, the threads allowing the incubus to read the dreamer's emotions and feelings within the dream. It was what helped incubuses somehow manipulate the dream to the victim's needs and desires, so that the incubus could feed upon them. It has been stated before if an incubus gives the victim too much desire, soon the victim gives up on life wishing only to live in the world of dreams in a coma. A simple reaction that all incubuses knew all to well, a reason they always stop the desires at a certain point, or change the dream around. How could they keep victims? If said victims starve to death?
After leaving the shadows, showing his true complete self, he waited for the boys reaction. Depending on the action, certain words would be spoken. The Master will always look the same no matter how time passes, a blessing from the Gods. His outfit was black long sleeve shirt, black skirt, and simple black jeans.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 10, 2015 7:06:17 GMT
@gingerfrost2 CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE He felt cold... It was a natural feeling. Or should be. But Milo hardly every felt the cold. When he did, it usually meant that he was being watched. Being watched in his dream? He peered around, now holding his staff closer to him. He played it cool for a few moments. Attempting to gain the upper hand by seeming to take in the sights of his old training place. He glanced briefly into the shadows, taking in every piece of information he could. Honestly, once the master had taught him, he had become very wary of his own dreams. They used to be a lot worse then this and he had to learn to cope with them. But still.... His heart had been shifted since meeting Ray.
It took him a some time, however, to realize that the presence he felt was very familiar. The moment he realized that, was the moment he noticed the figure stepping out of the shadows. His eyes widened and he immediately swung his staff into a defensive position. Whether he could summon his key blade or not he didn't know. But he knew by the Master's presence within his own dreams and the light appearance he now took, the Master probably knew who he had become.
"I... I thought you were..." His voice was hesitant and shaky. For some reason, it felt like all of the courage he had gained in the last year or so had abandoned him. He stood with his fingers curling tightly around his staff. "Master... I thought you were..."
Then he closed his eyes again and took a deep breath. It was a dream. A dream. Unless the Master had powers over dreams, this was simply a figment of his own imagination. He forced himself to be calm. He didn't have to be worried. The Master hadn't drifted into his dreams before but he wouldn't put it past himself. Especially with how much he had been dreaming about Twilight Town more recently.
"Don't scare me like that. I supposed its fun for you. But I'd be funner for me if there was someone else standing in my place and I was standing in yours. Making the scare has always been better then being the one to be scared." Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 23:46:32 GMT
Ahh he noticed him? Such a defensive position, must have been all those horrid nightmares from his childhood. Who had done such a thing to him? Himself? Well his parents were gone forever, it was only natural for a child to have nightmares.
It brought a bit of joy to this old mind that the boy had kept his training close. That is good, so subconsciously buried within him. The boy seemed quite hesitant in all this, did the boy potentially saw him dead? such a negative thinker, how pitifully loving dovey it was to a point. Did the boy know more than he let on? No, there was no major feeling response saying so.
The boy was tempting to make a normal conversation? Ahh how smoothful of him, make best of the situation. Well, this old man will not give this boy anything new to learn. It was he who must learn about the boy, see what was making the boy tick now. With the last few visits, all he knew was that the heart had gotten softer... Almost as if something had entered his life to turn it upside down, oh such joy, it was working.
He gave a grave tired smile, almost as if an old tired forgotten soul. "A tinge bit, the joker will always enjoy the jokes more than receiver." he answered the boys blabber comment, with small thoughtful comment of his own. He approached the boy slowly, showing absolutely no means to endanger him. He stopped a few feet away, he tilted his head, commenting "Give reason as to why you have come here? Why you have made me here?"
//Sorry couldn't think of anything XD not without getting to the point. Anyway, I am thinking maybe both of them can wield the keyblade if so choose? Since he controls dreams, and the keyblade is soul-linked to emilio.//
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 13, 2015 22:39:37 GMT
@gingerfrost2 CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE "A tinge bit, the joker will always enjoy the jokes more than receiver."
Well, that was certainly the idea wasn't it? To scare someone was meant to entertain yourself rather then the person on the other end of the deal. Milo's eyes were now glued to the Master. He didn't know how he should be feeling right now. Didn't know how he should react. The Master asked him why he had brought him directly into his dream? Why he had dreamed of Twilight Town. Emilio furrowed his eyebrows and took a step back. Why was he so afraid? This was his master. He should be happy that he was alive. Assuming that he truly had pulled the Master into his dream.
But then a furious anger filled his heart. His fear transformed into rage and spun his staff and struck the ground with the tip of it. "You ditched me? Your alive and you DITCHED me?" He said furiously. Then he turned away and place his hands on his head and closed his eyes tightly. "No... No... This is a dream. Wake up. Wake up Emilio. People don't just transfer into dreams..." He turned away from the figure and began to walk in the opposite direction.
Twilight Town was a curse. This world... This person.... It was all a curse. It was too painful. He could feel his heart begin to beat swiftly. This was a DREAM he should not be able to feel his own bodily functions. "I am real. I am Emilio. Emilio Dante Di Angelos. I am a Di Angelos."
When he opened his eyes he could feel them change. He knew they were yellow right now. And he knew that the colors around him must be shifting. No no no... No no... stop... Calm down. Calm down. He took a couple deep breaths and allowed himself to relax. In and out. Calm down. Don't freak out. And he felt his eye color become blue once again and the magic he released to relax. No more. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2015 4:43:29 GMT
Yell, yell all you want it won't save you. Yes! he has ditched you! Ditched you to let you learn that, there was fate much crueler, that you were destined for greater. Oh how he loved the boys seething agony of anger and pain. His secret obsession with power, control, and ultimate bitterness.
Every urge wanted to reach out to the boy, to shout, "yes! I am here! Ha! such a fool you are to believe I would stay! The darkness never stays in 1 spot, it has too much ambition! You are a pathetic creature of true darkness! Haha!" Nagi however calmly watched the boys reaction, waiting for the right moment to make him truly shake with agony, fear, and pain.
Milo was fighting the belief that this was all real, it was almost adorable. The boy truly believed this was not at all real, well it wasn't but who cares? Make it as REAL as it can be! Be as REALISTIC as it can be! Haha! Such an amusing fool!
The boy seemed to be on bit of edge, was he losing control of his magic here? How amusing, maybe he was slacking his studies, without well... His Master, such a tragic heart. Slowly Nagi walked forward, his face showing nothing of the mockery he felt inside his heart. Oh how he wanted to smile, cover half his face, and just smile. He wanted so badly to laugh aloud and mock the boy saying it may be a dream, but a dream was REAL... That he! The Master! Was Right here! ALIVE AND WELL!
Slowly without fear of magic, overpower, or just getting killed in this dream. The master approached the protege, he spoke in a low calm almost threatening voice. "is this what you wanted?" soon there were other mentors other Nagis.... All circling around the boy, all repeating what the original said... Non made an attempt to attack or block, if they are to be hit they would all shatter to pieces like glass only to disappear in a black smoke. If the original was to be hit, he too would shatter to pieces like glass disappearing into a black smoke.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 17, 2015 7:18:37 GMT
@gingerfrost2 CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE "is this what you wanted?"
Over and over again... and then... there were so many. Emilio watched each of them with bitter eyes. What was this? Why was he dreaming of his former master now? Was he truly here? If so, then that could mean one of three things. Emilio really had somehow subconsciously brought the master into his dream. This was planned by the master all along, and he had the power to enter dreams by himself. Or this wasn't real at all and Emilio was simply having a nightmare. He'd had nightmares before. Emilio may have formed some kind of fear of the Master since leaving the darkness. But had Emilio truly left the darkness? He had wanted to. The light was where Ray was after all.
"Is this what you wanted?"
Emilio tried to ignore the circling Nagi's. It was an accurate question. What did he want? The Master had ditched him after all. And to what end? What was the purpose. Was there a purpose? To test him, possibly. It was something the Master would do. He did remember that one time in particular that the Master left him in a desert world for a week by himself without so much as a clue as to what he was supposed to do, this at the age of 8. Why train him for so man years and then disappear? What had he been meant to do? Cause chaos? Go out on his own and become apart from his mentor finally? Was it his final test possibly?
"Is this what you wanted?"
The question would be engrained in his mind for the next few days, he muling it over and over. He wanted to be with Ray. But what was the point if he couldn't even keep the darkness away from his heart every time he would battle his key blade master in the Land of Departure. He was even separated from the rest of the students simply because he would slip back into a dark or berserk mode every time he would try to use the key blade.
"Is this what you wanted?"
"What am I supposed to want then? If not a place to belong." He said softly. Then opened his eyes again and gazed at the several Nagi's calmly. "You disappeared after all, with no direction pointed. Where was I supposed to go? If not to look for you Master?" He said Master heavily dripped with sharp sarcasm. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 7:48:05 GMT
It came out almost like a whisper, from his lips, oh so softly. It almost made Nagi want to chuckle, such fragility, a true somebody. Slowly the boy opened his eyes, gazing at the fake Nagi's. Calmly the boy pointed at how foolish all this was, why leave if not search? Where was he suppose to go? What was he suppose to do?
The words came across Nagi, he found them amusing, a part of him wanted to tease the boy. Why for this, why for that, why be here? What was the point of it all? These questions can only be answered, by you. Follow the path laid to you, follow to see where it goes, follow it to the pit hidden beneath it.
Slowly all but the original nagis vanished from left and right vision of Milo, the original right behind him. Slowly, silently, he approached the boy close enough that every part of his body twitched from the closeness. He placed his over the boy's eyes, leaned up to his ear, whispering in a calm almost fatherly voice if he held one, "You know the truths you seek." As the words passed his lips, if one could see him, they would see a sharp mockery smile. Every piece of Nagi disappeared into smoke then vanishing into the imaginary air.
He lurked, for it was always watching that was the fun part. However soon as the dreamer awaken, he too would leave this dreamworld.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 17, 2015 9:05:33 GMT
@gingerfrost2 CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE The Suspicion that plagued Milo's mind as the Master's copies vanished was quite obvious on his expression. But it vanished as a hand slipped around his face from behind him. He could feel his own heart stop as the cold fingers wrapped around his eyes and nose. Emilio couldn't move, couldn't breathe. He was frozen out of complete fear. "You know the truths you seek."
He couldn't breathe. His mouth was open, but nothing came in and nothing came out. He couldn't breathe. What? How had this happened? How had he been paralyzed? It was the touch. He had always hated it when the Master would touch him. He had always hated it. It made him cold... It froze his whole mind and body. No... And his voice... It was so calm... So gentle.
It was inevitable. Milo couldn't stop his body from shaking. Even as the Master pulled away from him, he couldn't stop the tremor in his body. His eyes shifted. They did... again... He could feel it. This is your fear! Don't you remember? This is your failure. Your fatal flaw.
Fatal Flaw? He couldn't stop the shaking. His legs became weak and he fell onto the ground on his hands and knees. "Stop..." he muttered as he brought his hands up to cover his ears. "Stop!" He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. "Ray..." He choked as he pulled air into his lungs forcefully. "RAAY!" Finally he could scream. and thats what he did. That was how he awoke.
It was so loud that he couldn't help but wake himself. He bolted up in his bed, soaked in sweat from head to toe. Shaking miserably... Uncontrollably. The night shirt and boxers he wore were completely wet. Not a dry spot to be seen. His eyes were wide. And yet... AND YET...
He couldn't remember... He couldn't remember why he was so afraid. What dream had he had? What kind of dream? But he couldn't remember. All he could see was the blackness of the night and he panicked. He screamed again, taking in whatever air he could get. He hyperventilated. Soon, his mentor came into the room, speaking to him in a quiet tone. That only made it worse. "STOP!" He cried. "JUST Stop..."
Several days past before Emilio could sleep properly again. He'd been too exhausted to keep himself awake any longer. But that was simply the beginning. For It was several nights later that he would have an even worse nightmare then even before. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2015 20:14:14 GMT
It had been so long, much too long, several nights had passed by. It was saddening how the boy stayed awake as much he could, did the boy not enjoy their little chats? There were some days he just wanted to say, like a little puppet in a musical box.... No sleep, kept the box wind up, no jumps till this night that had finally came.
The dream it was actually more for this old man's fun than that silly boy. Many worlds he had travel, many things he has seen... This was one he found perfectly worthy for a new night, just something to enjoy. This dream was like unlike something his protege would have ever experienced or seen, it was tunnels of darkness various of rooms. These tunnels of darkness all were tiled, routing away, and smelled of old dust with mixture of mildew.
The whole maze was warm, almost welcoming to those of darkness and the damned. He wanted to laugh how fitting a maze will be for one looking for love, true love. The boy would never see this story coming alive, he would see the girl... Running from him... Always away... There will be times in the maze the girl dies, only to force the boy to restart the maze and chasing the girl. The boy will have time to save her, but in a maze full of monsters of all kinds... Well it was hard for a silly clueless girl to make it out alive, if only he was strong enough.
In this maze there was no way to fly up, no way to find an exit, only follow the building's path to see were it lead... If one was to find the ending, the would only see all those who they care for killed and splattered all over the ground. Oh how beautiful this was, how perfect! This will be! Lurking in the shadows out of view, the snake decided to watch and see if this plays out, if there was ever a problem or he grew bored, he could well.. up the level... a little...
// theme song of maze... Mostly the beginning portion//
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 21, 2015 8:59:47 GMT
@gingerfrost2 CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE It started out okay, not all that creepy. A little bit, but Milo had seen worse of course. But that was how it started. It continued to get worse and worse as it escalated into a crazy whirlwind of insanity. The darkness all around him didn't scare him. The tilled rooms didn't frighten him at all. Of course he felt a bit apprehensive and nervous about the whole thing as this was very different to the kinds of dreams he was used to. Although at first... he found the whole thing to be a bit cool.
But after awhile, he wasn't sure if it was a dream anymore and he began to wonder. Everything felt so real. Not like a dream at all. He could see very slightly by the soft light that led the way through the maze and the rooms, but other then that details were fuzzy.
After awhile of walking Emilio found that he was very lonely within the dead silence. There seemed to be no end to the maze of tunnels, and that was what worried Milo the most. If this wasn't a dream... How did he get here in the first place?
And that was when he saw her. He would never forget the fluffy ball of hair upon her head that he loved so much, or the glasses that she so loved to wear. She looked at him very briefly and then turned away from him and ran full speed away from him.
"Wait!" He called after her as he moved to run after her to catch up to her. "Ray! Wait up!" What was she doing here? Why was she here? He didn't want her to be here for some reason. This was where all of his darkest secrets were hidden. He didn't want her to know them. It was too embarrassing. Too painful, and he didn't want her to know anything about them.
Then she began to run faster then him and vanished into the darkness in front of them both. "Ray! No wait! Come back!" He continued to run in the direction he saw her. But then he came to a dead end. In that dead end was a darkened silhouette holding a dead and bleeding Ray by the scruff of her shirt.
Emilio stopped when he saw her and coughed in shock. There was... so much blood... So much... "Ray... no..." There hadn't been a scream. There hadn't been any noise. It was just her death at the end of the line and the deathly silence of the tunnels. He hadn't even heard the footsteps of ray on the tile ground as she ran. "No... Who are you! What did you do?!"
The figure only grinned a wide, white, toothy grin. Then he simply dropped the girl on the ground and made his way toward Emilio with claw-like fingers. There wasn't much of a battle. Somehow it ended with long black claws sticking out of Milo's chest. There was so much blood.
But then it started over again. Then he was standing alone in a double hallway once again. "What?" He said and listened to it echo down the hall. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2015 17:15:03 GMT
Well the first round seemed, a little fun? He felt slightly disappointed, it was much too... inconclusive? It needed a level up, needed to be a bit more juicy. You know what, he's a villain, why not play the villain? This sort of thing was bound to happen anyway, let's make those oh so boring shadows into being.
Adding a little form, clothing, shading, there... A perfect much much darker shadowy replica of himself! How wonderful he looked, maybe this will cause a more reaction from Milo? Now, he had himself, what else did this place need? A thought occurred to him to add silent barely audible whispers... "join ussssss" repetitive like an audible incomprehensible audio track. If one was to focus the words may feel as if they are whispering inside the heart, though if one did not they were barely even there.
Sitting in the darkness, looking at the tile and maze around like a director in debate of his studio structure, Nagi began to wonder if he should make it a tad bit darker. Tilting his head back and forth he made a decision to just add a little more mold, little more crumbling tiles, and a tad odd indefinable smell. He figured the small changes would go unnoticeable, but then this was his apprentice. From there he just sat back as he watched the studio go into action.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 22, 2015 6:53:59 GMT
There was a several differences this time. It was darker. Or it seemed darker. Perhaps it was because of the cracks and mold that had been placed in different spots. Emilio noticed all of these differences. Even the slight mold smell that was usually apparent in dank caves and metal tubes and places underground.
Wait... So that was either a vision just then, or this really was a dream. He didn't really remember anything else. How did he get here if it wasn't a dream? How did he get out?
Of course that was when he heard the call of his name. "Emilio!" This caused Emilio to jump and spin around in shock. He hadn't expected someone to say his name. Especially since the last one was like a silent movie, but with his own voice as the sound track. The voice even sounded terrified. Icy blue eyes searched in the darkness of both sides of the hallway, looking for any sign of the girl he could remember so well.
"Ray!" He called out. The last time he followed Ray through one of the tunnels she was dead and he also died. Was this a dream? Or had he really died? There was no answer. At least not at first.
"HELP!" The voice again. Emilio gasped and accidentally backed himself up against the wall. Something was so wrong with this place. The last time he had followed her, she had ended up dead. If he followed her again, what would happen? This was no longer cool. It wasn't even interesting in the slightest.
It was then that he began to hear the gentle voices that whispered all around him. They called for him. Beckoned him. Pulled at his own fear and feelings. His pulse began to speed up, and breathing was more difficult then it had once been. He didn't want to follow her. He didn't want to see her dead again.
"EMILIO HEEELP--!" Her voice became rasped and then cut off. That was what snapped Milo out of his daze and his mind seemed to go into an auto mode. He shoved his body away from the wall and he made a dash through the maze in the direction of her voice. There were more twists and turns this time. More places for things to hide and jump out from. He could hear the voices call after him and the darkness begin to pick at him as he ran past.
Sadly he didn't trust himself to call out her name anymore, for fear that he wouldn't be able to call it loud enough. His feet began to feel like lead as he continued to run, but he couldn't seem to shake it off. As if he were running through molasses.
At the end of the line and Emilio came to a halt. This time Ray was hanging from the ceiling by a rope tied around her neck. Feeling suddenly very dizzy Milo became unsteady and had to lean against the icky wall of the maze so that he didn't fall to the floor in shock.
That... Figure. That familiar... bastard. His heart and mind felt so empty, devoid of emotion that it took several moments for him to actually realize what was happening. But it was already happening. He couldn't stop it. Tears of Acid slipped down his cheeks, his eyes flickered between that of blue and yellow, and the air around him began to shift from his illusion powers going out of control.
He.... He... couldn't. Why? Why? Why did he feel so... empty? Why did he feel... guilty? He didn't belong with her. The Master had tried to tell him what would happen. The Master had tried to explain long before how little use these feelings were. Didn't he?
Flash! The appearance of No Name summoned into his fingers. With crazed, wide eyes Emilio lifted his blade to challenge the figure. This time, he knew there would be no match. He could barely move, whether it be from fear or just emptiness, there just was no will.
This is a dream... This it a dream... He told himself. What should I do? I can't walk away. If I do, would that mean I would turn my back on Ray? | CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST, DON'Y YOU CRY NO MORE.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2015 19:33:59 GMT
Well well, he was cracking already? This was only level 2! They still had a long way to go! You would think all the hard training, he had given the boy, boy could at least hold it together. Though that was the whole point wasn't it? To break his defenses down, make him feel nothing but regret, make him try harder to protect the girl. Have the girl feel as if he had abandoned her, that he had changed, and leave him. If not that, then when she finally falls, so does he. How much could the boy handle? Would the boy wake wide awake kicking him out of his dreams? That would be no good, better make the dream captivity stronger, this way he has to live through it all.
Then he summoned, what this? Ah the keyblade! Desperate are we? Will you succeed or fail? If you succeed, what will you truly save? Yourself? or her or them? Still Nagi lurked in the shadows watching, for the true show was about to begin, how much did his protege's training improved? Will he wield that weapon heroically or tragically? Ohp! Answer will come; it comes.
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