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unionoftheheart) wrote2011-10-15 03:07 pm
unionoftheheart) wrote2011-10-15 03:07 pm
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Memory #14
Significant Positive - 2 - Awakening - Forging a connection with baby Sora
Regained - Game #75, Cheshire, skill swap take-home (to Peridot, "For excelling, though not quite as well as Turquoise. Mm, perhaps . . . second place?")
Shareable - Yes, eight extra uses!
(First sig pos ever, whee! Also, IDK why he's half-naked in these cutscenes*, but it's kind of frustrating, because I can't get any proper nekkid icons out of them because he's a) eleven and b) broken and looking sad in all of them. This is not relevant to the memory at all, just an annoyance of mine. :U)
(*Well, okay, IC, he's probably half-naked because Xehanort stripped him to inspect his heart like a creeper. :U)
Cutscenes - Part 1 (starting at about 0:55) - Part 2 - Part 3
- There is a surreal, disconnected, dreamlike quality to this entire memory. Yet for all that, it feels...if not real, then absolutely true.
- ...o-oh great, this memory starts when I'm barely conscious, unable to move, in pain, and feel hollow and broken. Again. I can't keep my eyes open...
- And there's...a voice in my head. Not even a voice so much as...words, silent words. And a shining light in front of me, in deep darkness...
- I'm falling, slow and gentle, like through water, but I can breathe. I'm wrapped in a sheet, but it's dissolving into glimmers of light white until it's just me in my pants and shoes...I'm younger, a child. Dropped gently on my feet on this big circle of bright light in the middle of endless darkness. Only a third of it is missing, broken off. White smoke curls gently around me. And I know, with dream-instinct, that I'm within the depths of my own heart.
- That silent voice is another heart, a brand new one. Drawn by the light shining in the distance. "Yeah...that was my light. But my heart is fractured. And now...the little I have left is slipping away."
- "Then you should join your heart with mine."
- And as I blink in dim confusion, light glimmers and coils, and the circle fills in, solid light to the edge, perfectly round.
- "Now our hearts have touched," that voice says. "Nothing else will slip away. And one day...you'll be strong enough to win back the part that already did."
- I thank the voice, and then it says it's time to wake up, that all we have to do is...and we say together, open the door. The light on the platform starts floating up in white petals, and I realize I'm standing on a giant circular stained glass window. And in the design...is me. My heart, restored. I feel...well, like I just drank Chance's orange potion. Peace, healing, completion.
- And when I open my eyes...my keyblade is in my hand, pointed to the sky, and light sparkles amongst the stars, like I'd just opened a portal.
+ So my heart is complete, just without any darkness.
+ I guess this explains why I went from catatonic to conscious between those other two memories.
+ Apparently I can summon my keyblade and light the way somewhere while unconscious.
+30 zen.
+30 hearts are maaaagical~!
+30 love for silent typewriter voice, whoever he/she was.
Regained - Game #75, Cheshire, skill swap take-home (to Peridot, "For excelling, though not quite as well as Turquoise. Mm, perhaps . . . second place?")
Shareable - Yes, eight extra uses!
(First sig pos ever, whee! Also, IDK why he's half-naked in these cutscenes*, but it's kind of frustrating, because I can't get any proper nekkid icons out of them because he's a) eleven and b) broken and looking sad in all of them. This is not relevant to the memory at all, just an annoyance of mine. :U)
(*Well, okay, IC, he's probably half-naked because Xehanort stripped him to inspect his heart like a creeper. :U)
Cutscenes - Part 1 (starting at about 0:55) - Part 2 - Part 3
- There is a surreal, disconnected, dreamlike quality to this entire memory. Yet for all that, it feels...if not real, then absolutely true.
- ...o-oh great, this memory starts when I'm barely conscious, unable to move, in pain, and feel hollow and broken. Again. I can't keep my eyes open...
- And there's...a voice in my head. Not even a voice so much as...words, silent words. And a shining light in front of me, in deep darkness...
- I'm falling, slow and gentle, like through water, but I can breathe. I'm wrapped in a sheet, but it's dissolving into glimmers of light white until it's just me in my pants and shoes...I'm younger, a child. Dropped gently on my feet on this big circle of bright light in the middle of endless darkness. Only a third of it is missing, broken off. White smoke curls gently around me. And I know, with dream-instinct, that I'm within the depths of my own heart.
- That silent voice is another heart, a brand new one. Drawn by the light shining in the distance. "Yeah...that was my light. But my heart is fractured. And now...the little I have left is slipping away."
- "Then you should join your heart with mine."
- And as I blink in dim confusion, light glimmers and coils, and the circle fills in, solid light to the edge, perfectly round.
- "Now our hearts have touched," that voice says. "Nothing else will slip away. And one day...you'll be strong enough to win back the part that already did."
- I thank the voice, and then it says it's time to wake up, that all we have to do is...and we say together, open the door. The light on the platform starts floating up in white petals, and I realize I'm standing on a giant circular stained glass window. And in the design...is me. My heart, restored. I feel...well, like I just drank Chance's orange potion. Peace, healing, completion.
- And when I open my eyes...my keyblade is in my hand, pointed to the sky, and light sparkles amongst the stars, like I'd just opened a portal.
+ So my heart is complete, just without any darkness.
+ I guess this explains why I went from catatonic to conscious between those other two memories.
+ Apparently I can summon my keyblade and light the way somewhere while unconscious.
+30 zen.
+30 hearts are maaaagical~!
+30 love for silent typewriter voice, whoever he/she was.