voice;

[onlytwilight]

[The faint sound of sloshing water can be heard in the background, but no voices, nothing. This continues for several minutes until finally, Roxas' voice can be heard.]

It's not real. It's not. You can't fool me this time! 

[His voice chokes.]

Hayner. Pence. Olette. You're not real, are you? It's just another digital -

...You. Why do I keep seeing you everywhere? Who are you? [A pause.] ...Wait! Come back! There's still something I need to say! 

[The sloshing of water picks up, frantic as he starts running.]

Don't go!!

[--Click.]

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[Audio]

[onlytwilight.livejournal.com]

No. No, I have to go!

[Audio]

[myownmemory.livejournal.com]

Out to sea?! You're crazy!

[Audio]

[onlytwilight.livejournal.com]

What are you talking about? We're in Twilight Town; there's no beach.

[Audio]

[myownmemory.livejournal.com]

What? No! This is World's End...remember? Roxas?!

Don't make me come down there.

[Audio]

[onlytwilight.livejournal.com]

You're wrong. You're wrong! I don't...

I don't know what's going on...

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[myownmemory.livejournal.com]

Get away from the shore! Rox-

Errrgh! Hang on!

[Audio]

[onlytwilight.livejournal.com]

No. I want to see that person.

[Commentlog]

[myownmemory.livejournal.com]

[And here comes your good pal Riqis, splashing heavily into the water and scattering seafoam and roses as he trudges forward, suddenly reeling for balance as the world goes pitch dark around him, riddled with lit up colored patches beneath the thigh-deep water!]

Roxas!?

[He calls in a disoriented panic, but sees the Keybearer ahead, the current taking them both forward before it surges in the opposite direction, nearly knocking him backwards.]

[Commentlog]

[onlytwilight.livejournal.com]

[He turns to look at him, the world around him suddenly shifting to Destati, the glowing tiles beneath his feet.]

What have you done?!

[And another cloaked figure, behind Roxas a good distance.]

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[myownmemory.livejournal.com]

Me!? I didn't do this!

[He protests, holding out an arm to his friend.]

C'mon we gotta get.....gotta get out of this water!

[Commentlog]

[onlytwilight.livejournal.com]

Get out of here!

[He glares at him.]

You'll just get hurt. You made her a promise!

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[myownmemory.livejournal.com]

[He continues slogging with effort through the riptide, his footing shaky...it feels like sand underfoot, but looks as smooth as glass. The artwork shows a tower, covered in thorns and blooming roses.]

Only you're the one that needs rescuing this time, not her!

[Commentlog]

[onlytwilight.livejournal.com]

You're an idiot.

[One more step and the cloaked figure is gone, and Roxas' hands are covered in the blood of all the bodies behind him, laying on the glass, keybearers and World's End citizens alike.]

[Commentlog]

[myownmemory.livejournal.com]

[Riqis recoils sharply, teetering on the edge of the dais with the next surge of surf rushing past his eyes, roses suddenly scented like death.]

Snap out of it!

[Commentlog]

[onlytwilight.livejournal.com]

[He backs out of Riqis' space, slipping in the water and falling backwards. The glass shatters and he splashes into the water. He's quick to surface, back in reality, moving up to him and sputtering.]

[Commentlog]

[myownmemory.livejournal.com]

[There's a spray of water when Roxas slips, and Riqis squints against the salt, wet rose petals clinging to him and drawing out the darkness which spreads about his aura. For a moment the world turns sickeningly, dark sky, black sand and a pulling tide underfoot...and there's his friend again, coughing.]

Come on! We've got to get-

[The current pulls again and this time he dives for Roxas' arm, the tide threatening to drag the two apart. There's almost no room to breathe, grit and petals and an echoing laugh in his ears. He staggers upright, disoriented.]

Where's this?

[Commentlog]

[onlytwilight.livejournal.com]

[He stands, suddenly feeling Riqis press himself into his arms, holding tight to him as the water rushes at them. He hears his own laugh, that sickeningly mad sound, and the feel of steel in his lungs. He holds him upright and forms a portal.]

In.

[And he pulls him into the portal, dumping them both into the upstairs of the Lux.]

[Commentlog]

[myownmemory.livejournal.com]

[...only it's not quite the Lux, with the both of them still covered in bits of the roses, but Roxas' room back in Twilight Town, colorful and childish but lit by a sunset more crimson than golden.

Riqis coughs up seawater and shakes hair out of his face, reeling from the change of scenery. But he manages to look to his friend, clapping him on the shoulder.]

You...okay?

[Commentlog]

[onlytwilight.livejournal.com]

[He slowly gets up, dripping on the bed, staring at him and then around the room. His eyes turn instantly distraught.]

...Yeah. [It's toneless, and he stands and goes to touch the little fishbowl.]

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[myownmemory.livejournal.com]

[He laps at his lips, mouth bitter with salt, and wrinkles his nose at all the petals. Sitting on the floor, he looks around confusedly and checks to make sure his communicator's still there... Then notices Roxas' expression.]

...Roxas? Hey- Are you alright? What is this place?

[Commentlog]

[onlytwilight.livejournal.com]

[He touches the fish bowl, his hand passing through the blue light and touching it as though it was real.]

My fake room...in Twilight Town.

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[myownmemory.livejournal.com]

[Fake is a word he bristles at slightly, still dripping drenched.]

Oh...Twi- The fake dataplace, right? So...is this real? Where's World's End?

[Commentlog]

[onlytwilight.livejournal.com]

My digital room. [He pats Riqis' shoulder limply.]

Still here. The... The petals, I guess. And the water.

[Commentlog]

[myownmemory.livejournal.com]

[Riqis reacts to this by shaking free of Roxas' grip and forcefully palming the clinging roses off his arms and shins and front, angry at the thought of being fooled by a bunch of lousy tower-flowers.]

Ergh! I can't believe it....that was a close call.

[Commentlog]

[onlytwilight.livejournal.com]

[He's still staring at the fishbowl, glancing at the window absently.]

...Sorry.