Open KH Mingle

[keybearer]

[You are here. You probably made a wrong turn down that dark corridor. Maybe your Gummi Ship got knocked off course. Maybe you just felt like a change of scenery, or maybe you already lived here.

Regardless, you've stumbled upon Radiant Garden in all its glory. The flowers are in bloom, the fountains flowing. Or perhaps you're less fortunate and ended up here or even here. Time's in a bit of a flux. Open corridors link from one version to the other.

And for those uninterested in sight seeing, there are other activities to enjoy. Several moogles seem to have set up booths with snacks, items, and a synthesis shop. There's a sale on sea salt ice cream, and for thrill seekers, plenty of Heartless lurking in the shadows.]

[ooc: Just a general post for KH mingling. Other Disney and Square Enix characters are welcome, too. Doubles and AUs are all welcome.]

Comments

[cloak]

I guess it would be, for you.

[Not exactly for him, but nothing in his tone suggests either opinion or preference]

[seasaltkeys]

[Still, Roxas feels bad.]

Sorry.

[cloak]

Don't worry about it. Data can't exactly be disappointed.

[Supposedly. Same could be said of Nobodies of course...]

[seasaltkeys]

Doesn't seem like you're data though.

[cloak]

It's strange that I'm tangible here... But I know what I'm made of.

[seasaltkeys]

You don't think you'll freeze or anything, will you?

[cloak]

Freeze...? I don't think it's cold enough for that.

[seasaltkeys]

No, like...the last time I was in a digital world...stuff froze. Like, my fr...Pence and Olette stopped moving. Everyone did.

[cloak]

I'm aware. I was added to the journal after those events had transpired.

[It's very nearly the last of what he knows, in fact. There was so little time after]

Without a catalyst, I can't imagine why I would experience that kind of error.

[seasaltkeys]

It's just something I worry about sometimes.

[cloak]

That should only be a concern in a world made of data.

[seasaltkeys]

I guess.

[It's going to remain a small, irrational fear. He pauses as they come to a crossroads.]

Which way should we go next?

[cloak]

[He turns one way and then the other. Having taken this survey, he points to their left]

That way seems easiest to traverse, unless convenience isn't a concern.

[seasaltkeys]

Doesn't really matter to me. It's not like I'm on a mission or anything.

[cloak]

Simplest route then. In case we cross paths with someone.

[And so he turns left]

[seasaltkeys]

Sounds good.

[Roxas will follow, letting him take the lead.]

[cloak]

[It's funny, he's never been the leader before. Of course, he's never been part of anything resembling a group before. That was only the real Roxas.

But it's a simple matter to choose between directions, whenever they reach a fork in their path. And eventually, they arrive at the gate of a castle]

[seasaltkeys]

This place...it was different to, right?

[Roxas is staring at it curiously. There's a part of him that wants to go in and start exploring, but another that gives him a feeling that maybe he shouldn't.]

[cloak]

Yes. This structure was warped and steeped in darkness, in the Datascape.

[Moments pass and he starts forward]

There may be more relevant information here.

[seasaltkeys]

I remember that, from Sora's memories. It was empty...except for Ansem.

[Or his heartless or whatever.]

Can we get in though?

[cloak]

More or less.

[His records contain much the same, no surprise]

We both have Keyblades, don't we? Locks are no barrier.

[seasaltkeys]

Good point.

[There's a flash and the kingdom key is in his hand. He's not sure why he can't summon his dual keyblades yet, but he hasn't thought too much about it.]

[cloak]

[On the other hand - or two - he can call an iteration of Oathkeeper and Oblivion in a flurry of zeroes and ones]

There should be no problems advancing.

[seasaltkeys]

[Is Roxas a little envious of the dual keyblades? Maybe a bit. But first, the door. He aims the keyblade.]

Nope. Let's go!

[cloak]

[And forward they march. He half-expects guards when the doors open, but there doesn't appear to be anything - or anyone - to stop them]