“Are you a regalia or something…?” The question slipped out before he could catch himself, and he searched her pale flesh curiously for a name.
The adolescent, perhaps realizing that he should help her, hurried to pick up the fallen produce with the hopes that nothing was too bruised from the fall, “Sorry. That’s a strange question.”
And once more with the abrupt questions that, in the end, seemed out of place for such a mundane setting. Crouched on a mostly empty street helping a young adolescent boy pick up groceries was nothing out of the ordinary, after all. But still her interest was helplessly peaked at the word regalia.
Cradling an armful of groceries that had fallen to the ground the blonde sat back on her heels momentarily, gazing at the boy with curiosity alight in her eyes. ”What’s a regalia?” Words that were expected, though she hoped she was not prying too far.
how long have you role played for: a long ass time. or more precisely, about five or six years ago.
your first rp genre: kingdom hearts.
first character’s name: naminé.
first character’s face claim: N/A?
first character’s species: nobody.
last character’s name: alec lightwood.
last character’s face claim: kevin zegers/michael fjordbak.
last character’s species: shadowhunter/nephilim/half angel.
do you prefer tumblr or forums: depends on my mood, sometimes tumblr, other times forums.
have you roleplayed with someone you know irl: pretty much all the time.
what is your favourite genre of rp: everything ranging from tooth aching fluff to heart wrenching angst.
what is your least favourite genre of rp: none really, i just don’t enjoy it when things are forced upon me but eh.
if you could change one thing about the rp community, what would it be: usage of the term “senpai” and general things that put others on pedestals and makes them uncomfortable while at the same time knocking other people down several pegs. everyone is amazing, alright?
how long has a plot lasted for you: ah… a think one plot or another has lasted me for over a year, but i can’t even remember what it is anymore.
are you open for plotting: always. i can be picky and weird, but generally i’m open to hearing ideas no matter what.
do you have any restrictions when it comes to plots: generally i like to have an idea of writing chemistry before jumping into an au plot, but that’s about it. (also threesome related things–sexual threesome related things to be more specific, they make me uncomfortable for some reason.)
what fc are you craving to play as of late: michael fjordbak tbh. and yes i technically cheated but naminé was both my first rp character and my most present one, but i am planning on remaking my alec–hence michael fjordbak. uwu
Yukine glanced upwards in surprise. The groceries he’d just bought for Daikoku remained strewn across the relatively empty street.
”Uh, you can see me?”
A strange question, to be sure, but all the same she stooped down and began to pick up fallen items. Best not to ask why, but rather to respond with the truth.
{☆} — If she were to be honest, Stella did not know where to even begin to describe her situation, much less to a young girl such as Namine. Had she been aware of the calamities happening beyond her world despite being confined to these mansion walls? Yet she had undeniably hinted the slightest possibility of being acquainted to the person Stella sought. But now that she thought about it, it was through a strange hooded man that she even stumbled through the forest in the first place — alluding to a person deep in the woods who may be of help to the princess. It was then that the pieces had started to come together in her head…
Had he been referring to Namine all along?
However, the young blond’s innocent inquiry had triggered Stella to look back into her recollections of that dreadful day; the memory of her childhood friend, soon to be crowned as the future king, seizing her hand as they attempted to flee from legions of powerful Heartless that had occupied the palace. Their world had been caught unprepared by the sudden invasion, and the Heartless’ growing numbers easily overwhelmed the Royal Guard. In a last-ditch effort, the prince had made himself decoy to buy Stella precious time to escape, creating a portal leading back to the realm of a light — a skill she never imagined him possessing. Before the corridor came to a close, severing all connections to their world and to him forever, Stella had prayed — hoped that his conscience had been strong enough to resist the darkness from snaring his heart. She had made it her mission to bring him back from the realm of darkness ever since, even if it meant having to forfeit her own heart in the process.
Stella would do everything in her power to save him. And she had dire need of the Keyblade Master’s power to do so.
“…In grave danger. You see,I come from one of many worlds consumed by the darkness.” The maiden responded to Namine simply, staring contemplatively at folded hands before her. “Rumors have circulated of a boy able to liberate worlds from the Heartless utilizing a special key. I seek his aid in order to help restore my world and its denizens back to its former state.”
Before it was too late.
“I have been informed that he was last seen in this small town, however…“ Stella turned to face the younger blonde once again, a pleading countenance visible on her face as she spoke in a voice laced with sincerity. ”Should you have any information to his whereabouts, Namine, I would appreciate it wholeheartedly.”
A case of losing one’s home world, she supposed, albeit it was not so simple and plain as that. There were many worlds that had been consumed by darkness, many tainted and pulled into a deep lull, full of heartless and without any sign of life that had been there before. That was what keyblade masters were generally for, as far as she could understand—purifying the worlds once more, bringing them back to their former prosperity without the burden of darkness and heartless.
It was difficult to tell just how long this young woman, Stella, had been looking for the young man who would be the supposed savior of her world, if it was not too late. Sora, in all of his heroism and for all of his selfless acts, would certainly jump at the chance to help her to the best of his abilities, and she knew that well. Even without the pleading and the clear desperation that was falling upon the woman, he would help her happily and without pause.
For a moment, just a moment, she tried to place herself in the other blonde’s shoes. In her position, in her mind, to understand the deep desire to save her home, a desire strong enough to seek out a stranger who was rumored to be able to help her in her quest. While she was unable to fully understand and sympathize with the woman, there was still remnants of memories and feelings that laid deep within her, of her time in Castle Oblivion, the desperation that she felt. A different kind of desperation, a different kind of desire, but it would all cumulate into a similar thing, she supposed.
And she had always been bad at lying anyways.
Absently rubbing her thumb along the swell of her hand, just beneath the base of her opposite thumb, she gazed at the practical stranger before her. Surely she meant no harm, and only sought aid, and there was no harm in telling her of Sora’s whereabouts—but the problem was truly that she had no idea. There were so many worlds that he could be in, and it was difficult to tell just where he had gone…
To answer dear Namine’s musings — Yes. This is exactly how she felt when her dearest friend is harmed. A pinch of anger, a dash of self-loathing. Pained.
Even if Namine had not disallowed any kind of argument with her tone alone, Xion would not have offered any. There is no point in hiding it any longer, and while Xion can manage the pain {she is always followed by a kind of aching discomfort, a sense of wrongness, so she is used to ignoring such} she does not have any particular desire to suffer more than necessarry.
{besides. the last this she needs is saix angry because she’d been broken again.}
“A—alright.”
She thinks about making a joke about how bossy she’s becoming. Parting her lips further is too much effort, however.
Her shaking hands rise and pull her hood back, cause it to fall and reveal the most painful of the wounds — and the primary one she’d been attempting to hide from Namine. The gash itself is hidden by her hair, but the blood seeps down to her eyebrows and eyelids.
”Sorry,” she whispers again.
Against her own will she heard herself gasp—did not feel it, was not fully self-aware and instead was drifting, half conscious and detached from her body. Perhaps it was the sight of blood matting her hair and coloring her face the wrong shade of dark red that caused her to feel as if she were not truly there. The amount of things that rushed through her body in that moment made her dizzy, an absolute overload of something she supposed humans called feelings.
But she could not feel.
Not really.
Within one moment and the next, within the space of barely a breath she felt herself return to full consciousness and her hand was reaching out once more, as if she were going to touch the wound on Xion’s head, but she stopped herself. Thin and pale appendages clenched and she let her hand fall, cradling it against her chest as she tried to breathe. After all, she was not the one who was hurt.
So why did she feel as if she was—?
Pushing the thought aside she stepped up close to the other girl, taking her arm gently and slinging it over her shoulders, lightly tugging the black haired girl so that she was leaning against her side. Naminé was not very strong and was not the best means of support, not in the slightest, but she could not bear to let her friend walk on her own. With a gash on her head and injuries that the blonde wasn’t even fully aware of, it was a wonder that she had gotten there to begin with.
