Post by Zabuza on Oct 15, 2006 14:39:31 GMT -5
Roxas tossed and turned in his sleep, sweat beading on his brow. Strange voice whispered in his head, tormenting him. Strange figures appeared, flitting through his dreams like ghosts.
"Roxas...Roxas! I have need of your services...", said a strange, deep voice. The figure of a man wearing red robes appeared in his mind, wielding a golden staff.
"I am no one's servant.", said Roxas. He drew his keyblade, pointing it at the figure.
"No, I don't suppose you are. Still, I can give you the things you desire...I can give you what you have lost."
"You...can give me my heart?"
"Yes, I can give you that and more. Serve me, and you can have anything you want."
"As I said, I am no man's servant. I work for Organization XIII, and I am not interested in what you have to offer.", said Roxas. His tone was cold, like ice.
"Oh, but I think you are. I can give you back your missing memories...everything you have lost...everything you desire."
"I refuse.", said Roxas bluntly. The strange man facing him pointed his staff at Roxas, his face growing angry.
"What makes you think I will give you any choice in the matter?", screamed the figure, his voice filled with wrath. The man began to chant, and Roxas knew he was casting a spell. He wasn't sure what kind, but he knew the situation wasn't good. He hurled his keyblade at the man, but it bounced harmlessly off of a magical barrier.
Roxas suddenly felt a pain in his stomach, so intense that it doubled him over. He fell to his knees, retching. It felt as if his body was trying to turn it's self inside out.
Roxas woke up with a start. It had all been a dream...he breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up from his bed, clutching his keyblade. It was then that he realized that the bed he was in wasn't his...and that he had no idea where he was.
OOC: Ok, just starting you out in an interesting place...you can take it from here as you see fit, but you have been transported from your room to a room in Mysidia.
EDIT: Sorry for the short and suckiness...I had food poisoning for the last 3 days, and I wasn't feeling well when I wrote that
"Roxas...Roxas! I have need of your services...", said a strange, deep voice. The figure of a man wearing red robes appeared in his mind, wielding a golden staff.
"I am no one's servant.", said Roxas. He drew his keyblade, pointing it at the figure.
"No, I don't suppose you are. Still, I can give you the things you desire...I can give you what you have lost."
"You...can give me my heart?"
"Yes, I can give you that and more. Serve me, and you can have anything you want."
"As I said, I am no man's servant. I work for Organization XIII, and I am not interested in what you have to offer.", said Roxas. His tone was cold, like ice.
"Oh, but I think you are. I can give you back your missing memories...everything you have lost...everything you desire."
"I refuse.", said Roxas bluntly. The strange man facing him pointed his staff at Roxas, his face growing angry.
"What makes you think I will give you any choice in the matter?", screamed the figure, his voice filled with wrath. The man began to chant, and Roxas knew he was casting a spell. He wasn't sure what kind, but he knew the situation wasn't good. He hurled his keyblade at the man, but it bounced harmlessly off of a magical barrier.
Roxas suddenly felt a pain in his stomach, so intense that it doubled him over. He fell to his knees, retching. It felt as if his body was trying to turn it's self inside out.
Roxas woke up with a start. It had all been a dream...he breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up from his bed, clutching his keyblade. It was then that he realized that the bed he was in wasn't his...and that he had no idea where he was.
OOC: Ok, just starting you out in an interesting place...you can take it from here as you see fit, but you have been transported from your room to a room in Mysidia.
EDIT: Sorry for the short and suckiness...I had food poisoning for the last 3 days, and I wasn't feeling well when I wrote that