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Okay! So then just like before, the deadline is on the 30th. My advice: Just get it over with as soon as possible; although do your best to sing it!

It's posted. @Krowley @Sebax @~Phoenix~ @Shu

BOOM! HERE IT IS! DECEMBER EXcluSLIveS ON DECEMBER!! BONUS CROWNS!!!

TEN OUT OF TEN!

Everybody Wants to be a Cat -
13 crowns and 50 Munny for (D'daear, Glen, Base) ~Sweet memories~

10 Crowns, 350 Munny for (Karina, Kel, Hikaru)

Scales and Arpeggios Duet -
8 Crowns for D'daear ~Sweet Mem's~ (21 Crowns and 50 Munny total)
6 Crowns and 200 Munny for Kel (16 Crowns and 550 Munny total)

Just as everyone on this thread has been saying, the whole Org. XIII name is just your name jumbled around with the inclusion of the letter X; which is technically used because it's a brotherhood thing(Aside from the Chi's(X) actual origin story). Really it's just a matter of finding a name that sounds right; imo.

Good Luck with your name change!

Warning: There are a lot of hyperlinks

This might be off topic as I'm not technically talking about the four organization members( Larxene, Marluxia, Demyx, and Luxord) in respect to their potential story origins; because there's no real concrete information on that. What I'm talking about is more about their design choices. I choose to believe most of the organization members were based off of or inspired by FFVII Turk members...or perhaps some other FF. I'm talking about this from a Developers P.O.V, not story canon wise. The reason behind my way of thinking is that we all know Lea/Axel is obviously based off of Reno. Although the two don't sport the same weapons, they obviously have the same look; and while we're on the subject of weapon. <---A Shuriken that has a similar color scheme to Axel's chakrams.

When I saw this thread, I remembered having read a similar thread not to long ago where people were discussing the identity of Larxene, Marluxia, Demyx, and Luxord's identity when they were once a whole person. In one of the posts, someone pointed out a Turk member named Elena because of their similar appearance. After doing some quick digging, it turns out Larxene looks a lot more like Elena's sister, Gun; because they have same hair color, and same eye color. The weapon are once again not the same, but are implied to have similar effect (Both long ranged weapons). And get this, there's another Turk member who just happens to wield Larxene's weapon, Knife.

For Luxord, I could not find anything except for matching details. For Example: The Hair style matches Two Guns from FFVII. Perhaps he was an inspiration from the character Reeve as they both boast similar facial hair. Sadly, I couldn't find any examples for the weapon, but whatever. The way Luxord fights tells me he barely uses his cards as a weapon anyone. <----This one is really a long shot to be honest.

As for a real name, it could be Droul ~ Droul was a scottish pirate in about year 1600. Droul loved gambling and he won lots of games by cheating. He used cards, which had another card inside. Luxord was shown to be heavily involved in Port Royale world. (Credit goes to Yannif, whom Epif used as reference)

For Demyx, I honestly could not find anyone except for one which is a non FFVII character. From FFIV: Edward Chris Von Muir boasts similar, if not, identical characteristics to that of Demyx; both physical and personality. Also, what do you know! He's a bard!
Also, Demyx's real name could be Dyme ~ Dyme was an ancient city in Greece. Hercules lover used to live there. Demyx is surprisingly showed first time in Olympus Coliseum. (Credit goes to Yannif, whom Epif used as reference)


Marluxia....hmmm...he's a mystery to me; although his real name could be Lumaria (A flower).

But whatever, just nonsense rambling and the whole magnifying glass looking for clues and researching shinanigans.

Reference: Epif whom is a member of KHinsider.

Standing there as the big cat spoke, it occurred to D'daear just how demanding and grumpy of a person this captain is. Placing hands on waist, he stood there like the rest of them as information was exchanged between them. When all was said and done, D'daear snickered as the giant cat went off to search for the little mouse known as Mickey. Cailyn and Rain both commented on the the cats behavior, to which D'daear couldn't agree more. However, in the back of his mind, he could not help but wonder if there was a particular reason for this individual to be acting all grumpy; aside from Mickey's lack of responsibility.

"Hehe... anyone know where Cobblestone Hill is?" Hikaru queried in embarrassment.

Turning to the armored individual, everyone gave their input as to what to do next; considering they were all pretty much lost from here. The boy of average height shrugged at Hikaru. "I'm just as lost as everyone here. I guess we could always just pick a road and move on. Besides, I have this photo-" the boy spoke, but once again he paused with photo still in hand. This seemed to be happening a lot to him lately. Black dots for eyes gazed up, ahead of Hikaru, and nothing but a sheepish grin took control of D'daear's mouth. Placing a white gloved hand on his neck, the boy chuckled at their lack of awareness. How could he NOT have realized this giant detail. Looking above one of the roads, a large frame bordered one of the roads entrance with a big ol' sign at the top that said, "Cornerstone Hill... D'daear read out loud. With an index finger, he scratched at his cheeks, feeling really bad about just now having caught that detail.

"Hikaru...you mean Cornerstone Hill?" D'daear asked, pointing at the large wooden sign hanging above the frame that decorated the entrance to one of the roads. The words were carved into the sign, along with a picture.

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D'daear gave the curly haired girl a nod as he acknowledged her as well as the other unfamiliar face. With a soft smile, he greeted them, "Hey Cailyn. I'm D'daear, nice to meet you. Umm...I've never heard of anyone by the name of Kaida before..." he replied, pausing as to shrug off the name and point to the group with him; considering the amount of people he saw at Yen Sid's tower, it would not come to a surprise to hear a name he did not recognize. "Luna, Aden, and Hikaru." he identified the trio near him. Folding both arms in front of him, he gave a look as he pondered Cailyn's question. "Hmmm...good question... I've never seen a place like this..." he muttered, although understanding that he had only ever visited three worlds since his departure; four if you count that castle where he first met Base and Steel.

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"So from the looks of it, I'm guessing this could be a simpler version of Disney Town. The past, perhaps?" Hikaru answered in query.

Suddenly a bulb lit up over D'daear's head; literally. However he was unaware of it due to what he had remembered. Digging into his back pocket, index and thumb gripped at a piece of paper lodged in there. With a good tug, he pulled out a photo. In the photo, there was an image of Mickey and what seemed like his companions all clustered together. They seemed happy in this photo, all standing in front of the cornerstone of light. Blue irises stared at the picture, taking in one detail that he remembered specifically. In this photo, it was all monochrome, and the group of anthropomorphic animals all looked exactly the same way they did. Eyes lit up with excitement. He felt as if he had just done something that could help favor their search.

"Hey Hikaru! I think we can make this search for Mickey a lot easi-" he spat out in joy, ready to face Hikaru when interruption took place.

"Maybe he knows?" Hikaru thought aloud.

"Huh?" D'daear uttered as he looked up. Just as he did so, a tall chubby anthropomorphic cat walked up them wearing overalls and a hat. It looked rather grumpy. "Hey you! Seen a little mouse runnin' through here lately?" it barked, its voice confirming it to be male. D'daear was taken by surprise, not because of the cats sudden appearance, but because...he was one of the folks in the photo. "Uuh-" he uttered, trying to find words to answer with when suddenly mind registered what the cat had said. He caught on to it and without thinking, the boy took a step forward and gave the cat a serious demeanor.

"Wait-! Did you just say you're looking for a little mouse? We're looking for a little mouse too! Large round ears, a thin tail and wearing small shorts with two buttons on the front, right?" he queried back at the large cat, giving details all from memory of the photograph he held in hidden hands.

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1 more week till the deadline for this song!

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"Was there anyone coming behind the two of you?" Aden asked.

D'daear took his eyes off the two paths for moment in order to address Aden. With a small shake of his head, he gestured a negative. "There was no one else with us back at Mickey's house. I was the last one to be engulfed by the light before getting sucked in here." he replied. With head about ready to turn to watch the roads once more, it quickly halted as it sounded like someone had called out.

"Heeeelloo?" someone said.

D'daear quickly turned around; the roads removing themselves from his line of sight, as he quickly picked up on another bright light a ways ahead from the current group. He gasped a little. He could've sworn he was the last one in Mickey's house to have been swallowed by the light. When the light cleared, all that was left was someone he did not recognize. Yes, this strange tooney world changed everyone's appearance, but that was not what made him not recognize this individual. Even with the dramatic changes in their appearances, they all still looked recognizable. So why couldn't he figure out who this person was? Hesitant at first, D'daear raised a brow in question as he slowly lifted his hand up in the air in order to try to grasp this persons attention. "Hey-! Over here!" he shouted to the person with a ponytail.

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Eyes widened as this boy was taken by surprise at what Luna said. It was enough of a surprise to shock D'daear right out of his somberness. "Karina threw you at one of those giant things?!" he exclaimed in his mind as words found themselves stuck. How Luna had even managed to still be alive after such an ordeal was truly a testament to this girls fortitude. And to think Karina was just all attitude. He would have to make a mental note of that. Just as Luna had managed to see through his evasion, a bright light emanated from the attics entryway. Luckily for him, he had his back turned at the time. He quickly turned towards the entryway, and got ready to leave, but it seemed Luna beat him to the punch. This caused him to wait until Luna had exited the stairs in which D'daear followed right after; while the deserted keyblade by the corner of the attic suddenly vanishing in a flare of light.

Upon reaching the living room, he caught sight of Luna staring at the splotch of ink. The ink was glowing, which already alerted D'daear that something was up. Something did not feel right. What really gave the situation away was the fact that Hikaru and Aden were not here; unless they had left when he was up at the attic. However, he knew better as they had just witnessed a bright light just seconds ago. Taking a few cautious steps forward, he kept his eyes aimed at the glowing ink. "Hey Luna, maybe you shouldn't stand so close to that..." he warned, feeling really put off by the situation. Giving his surroundings another quick observation, he noticed Merlin was not in the room as well. Looking to his left, he could see that the front door was left opened.

"So perhaps...they really did just leave the- huh?" he muttered. A white light suddenly sprung forth from his peripheral vision, evoking his quick triggering curiosity. Head turned immediately to have light smack right into eyes. It was so blinding, that he could not make out the girl's form as it was enveloped by the light. All he heard was Luna utter her own reaction to this phenomenon. Concerned, the boy cried out while placing hands in front of face as to ward of the illumination. "Luna!" he shouted in vain. The light grew stronger, obscuring D'daear's vision. Not even hands could help ward off the light from eyes.

However, as quick as the light emerged it subsided into nothing. The boy's eyes remained shut for a while.

"WHOA!!!" a voice shouted, followed by a light thud.

"Wh-what is it?" he queried in concern, thinking it to be Luna. He had yet to notice the strange filter that surrounded their audio. Eyelids slowly opened up to reveal black dot for eyes. His vision was still recovering, but he knew what he saw. Eyes widened themselves further as he tried to adjust his sight. Before him he saw his hands, and they had white gloves on. He NEVER wore gloves, and that was not all. They were rather large gloves too. This was only the beginning however. Like a trail of crumbs, he examined in shock as he realized he himself had changed. His armbands and device had disappeared, and styling sneakers were replaced with simple shoes! "Wha-! Hhuh!?" he uttered in bewilderment. Now he noticed his voice. Gloves hands grasped at throat. There was something in his voice missing. It lacked something, which made it sound muffled, or compressed. It sounded like he was hearing himself through an old radio.

Looking past this, he just now began to realize the monochrome that painted everything. The barn before him, and the windmill by a river. Everything lacked color! Could that light have caused him to go color blind!? He wanted to freak out so badly, but a part of him found apathy towards it all. Like he lacked the energy to really feel anything towards it. Perhaps he had emotionally exhausted himself back at the attic with his little tantrum.

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"Hikaru! Aden!" a voice shouted. Following the source of the sound, D'daear immediately caught sight of someone running towards two individuals.

"Hikaru and Aden?" the boy reiterated. Taking a step forward, he began to tread carefully towards the group. it did not take much to discover that it indeed was them, as one of them still looked like they were wearing their armor, but just simplified with lack of detail. This bit of information helped D'daear to cope with the abrupt change in everything that was going on. He let out a sigh as he took the final steps in their direction.

"Good. I thought for a moment I might have been on my own here." he began, letting his thoughts known for a moment. Looking to Hikaru and then Aden, it was obvious that they had forgone the same transformation. Looking to Luna, even her new outfit looked plain in this bizarre realm. This was all just too weird for him, even weirder than everything that has happened to him so far!

"That painting...where did it take us?" he asked everyone while eyes began to wonder. Black eyes found there to be two roads that led to who knows where.

I noticed Yugi does not have his Millennium puzzle in that picture. So I'm assuming this is taking place AFTER the very last episode with the Pharoah. =(

Timeless River for me!!!!

Equipping Blend as well.

My jaw just dropped from shock... Nice find there, Patman.

Blue eyes widened immediately upon hearing his name. Assuming that was the voice that had called out Hello prior, instinctively he turned towards the attic's staircase where the voice that had called his name emanated from. However, just as the person came within peripheral view, he quickly stopped himself and turned around as to avoid eye contact. He did not want ANYONE to see him like this, let alone to see him teary eyed. "Tch-" he uttered as hands wiped away any tear residue. With his back still facing the person, he sniffled before letting out a wavering sigh. "Hey Luna...Yeah I'm fine. Don't mind me, I'm just letting off some steam. Never really gave myself the time to recuperate from the battle back at Central Haven, ya know? Heh." he replied, turning his head a little as to give Luna a profile view of his face. The boy gave a weak smile as he tried to play the facade off, eyes falling to the wooden floor. Shame befell him as he realized what he had done to the property, which removed the already weak smile that was his lips. D'daear looked on somber, not even trying to make eye contact with Luna's presence from the corner of eye sockets. Of course, being the self aware individual he was, he immediately figured that his expression would give away the deception. Quickly, he played off the little details that came to mind in order to remove suspicion. He had noticed she was wearing a different outfit compared to the one back at beast's cast- Oooh... Jaw tensed, but he remained focused.

"I see you got yourself a new outfit. It looks nice on you." he said, trying to make small talk as to lure Luna away from worry. "Have you checked up with Hikaru or Merlin? They found a ink splotch in the house. It could mean something...in regards to Mickey's whereabouts..."

I had no idea a tv series based on Krypton had even been conceived! Thanks for sharing this! I agree with you that the Krypton in MoS was just gorgeous, and fascinating. I wonder if they'll show case the Kryptonian martial arts in this series and other unique things about the planet?

There was nothing of importance in the attic, which gave the adolescent D'daear little to do as he took casual steps around the room, letting his eyes wander about. This had been the spot where they had met Princess Minnie. It was here when they spoke to her about the mouse they had been looking for, thus revealing the person's identity: Mickey Mouse. She had gone off about how she had been looking for him, and how Disney Town was hosting a festival. Huey, Dewey, and Louie had been with them before they had decided to run off into the library for unknown reasons. However, he had distinctively remembered hearing them say something about getting out of sight because their past selves were supposed to be on a summer trip. The whole conversation with Princess Minnie had ended with a person by the name of Horace escorting the Princess out of the premises, leaving the entire group with little to go on. All they had found out was: This house was Mickey's, he was good friends with Princess Minnie, he had been absent from the town for weeks, and somehow despite his absence they had followed the Mouse here. It was because of the lack of proper clues and info that everyone had dispersed; although most of them had probably other agendas that compelled them to venture outside the house. For brief second his eyes gazed at the floor while he pondered about his allies.

"I wonder how the others are doing...?" he questioned, physically showing his disinterest with a shrug only a few seconds after.

Why should he bother worrying about them, right? They were big boys and girls. Taking a step forward and then stopping, for no reason what so ever, he decided to summon the keyblade into hand. Eyes rested on the weapon as he extended the equipped hand forward in order to get a better look at it. It was the sweet memories keyblade. The design consists of a wooden cross-guard that perimeters the handle of the weapon. In a sense, it somewhat resembled a honey pot because the rain guard of the keyblade was yellow, like honey. The blade itself resembled a log or something, because the end of the key consists of a branch with a beehive being the teeth. Blue irises took note of everything, including the key chain that dangled below the extended arm. It was a bee. Sweet. Memories. Eyelids winced at the thought. This keyblade was supposed to be a symbol of good memories, not bad ones. All he could remember from the moment they encountered Aux were bad ones. Distaste for those recent experiences caused forearm muscles to tense as fingers tightened around the blades handle. Brows furrowed and jaw tensed, so much that he couldn't help to bare his teeth. He let out a faint growl while he brought the blade in closer, arm trembling with irritation. "All this thing has EVER done was bring me misfortune..." he murmured in disgust towards the blade. He remembered that day, where he recited those words like a fool... It was because of that foolish decision that changed his life; although he had his reasons. Anger towards this abomination of a weapon filled him, thinking everything to be unfair for the moment. Thinking back to those simpler times as a child, he realized that it truly WAS the keyblades fault. If it wasn't for the weapons existence, everything would have been fine! Arm rippled with muscles as he reached his peek in frustration. Without thinking, he gripped the handle with his other hand, and began pounding the keyblade against the attic's floor with the intention of breaking the sword; although that was impossible. He swung away, venting that anger with everything he had. Splinters flew everywhere, as the blade tore into the floor. Seconds passed until he realized it just was not going to happen. "AaaaaAAAAAAHH!!!" he screamed, throwing the sword onto the floor, and then giving it a good kick which sent it skidding towards the wall with a loud smack.

Nostrils flared in violent breathing as he glared at the weapon with teary eyes while jaw remained tense. The keyblade laid there next to the wall, not a single scratch on it; although that couldn't be said for the wooden floor. Senses were coming back to him, and he realized he needed to take minute to just ease up. Placing both hands into his hair, he thought it best to take a breather. D'daear let his neck hang back while hands pillowed the back of his head. Frustration still welled inside him. A groan escaped him as he just stood there, glaring a hole into the ceiling. He could feel it, that urge to just cry. He began to exhale and inhale from his mouth while a foot began to tap at the floor continuously. All this time he had been kept distracted, allowing him to cope with this shift awareness. It was what kept his upbeat attitude going all this time. Now that all of it had finally sunk in, Adjusting to this reality was not going to be easy for him. He was indoctrinated all his life, and now to find out that all that knowledge was fake... He was living in a whole other world that he was not prepared for. He was still in the middle of calming down before he heard a voice emanating from the entrance of the house. Head tilted to the attics staircase.

A part of him wanted to respond, but not like this. Not in the state he was in. If he spoke now, his voice would probably crack. Deciding not to say anything, he left it to Hikaru, or Merlin to respond while he tried to find his center.

Eyelids fluttered as the boy regained his composer, allowing for emotions to become stable. It was Steel's words that allowed for D'daear to just let off a sigh; which helped in the process of gaining stability. "Thanks..." he uttered in response to Steel. He kept his eyes averted, not wanting to risk exposing his sulky mood; although considering how Steel had spoken to him, D'daear's mood was probably obvious. The good thing is Steel's farewell helped ease D'daear back into a positive state of mind. A small chuckle escaped the boy. "Heh...yeah you go do that... " Hands found themselves atop the chairs armrest, gripping themselves to it while arms bent at the joint in order to lift D'daear up from his slouched position. Before he rose from his seat, the boy took the opportunity rub his eyelids with the back of his hands, making sure vision was not blurred from watery eyes. Upon placing his left hand near his face, he flinched at first when he realized he was still wearing that strange contraption he had picked up at Yen Sid's tower. Just what was this thing exactly? Was it a watch? With nothing better to do, he decided to fiddle around with the device that was strapped to his left forearm. It only took a second to confirm that it was indeed not a watch. For one thing, it lacked any hands to point at a specific time. On that note, the circular pad that found itself at the center of the device lacked any form of watch like images or patterns. Was it a buckler? D'daear rose from his seat, eyes glued to the device. He began to take thoughtless steps, letting his body go on autopilot while he tinkered with the piece of metal. The device had a decent shape, good enough to potential be just that: a buckler. However, did bucklers usually go outside of the shield like form that they normally associated themselves with? Feet found themselves on the first steps that led up to the second floor as he pretended to block an incoming attack with the "buckler". "Mmmm...I'm not convinced...it can probably act like one, but...I don't know...it's too heavy to be a buckler..." he deduced. It was a good distraction, he'd give it that much. It was helping him forget his little moment back at the couch. After a while of fiddling with the thing, he just about gave up. Left arm dropped to his side as D'daear let out a submissive sigh while weighing his head back.

There was a small chain connected to a light bulb on the ceiling. Brows scrunched up in confusion. For a moment, the sight brought a sense of misdirection as to where he thought he was. "Huh?" he uttered. When D'daear came to, he had realized he had ended up back in the Attic.

Letting out a sigh, the young key-wielder known as D'daear found his way to the same seat in which he had found comfort in not too long ago, and just let his body collapse on it. With a loud enough thud, the boy's rear end met the soft cushion that would comfort his tush. It was just moments ago that nothing of interest had been happening. Now look at them, discovering important clues and being dragged off to who knows where...for the amount of time THAT lasted. D'daear hoped Glen was doing alright because now that he had a moment to relax, he remembered Glen and Karina having an argument just before they all walked through the mirror that led them to Disney town. "I wonder if Karina was just making stuff up just to get Glen for herself. I wonder if they're fighting as we speak..." he mumbled as he sunk deeper into the large chair. Arms had naturally hung over the chairs arm rests while legs just stretched themselves onto the floor. D'daear didn't realize it, but he did not really care about the Glen and Karina issue. It was nothing more than thoughts for penny. What he did care about at the moment was the mystery behind the ink splotches. "Could she REALLY have found another ink splotch just like ours? Assuming that's what she had found...what then? Two locations with ink splotches... What could this mean?" D'daear pondered with a lackadaisical stare towards space. Train of thought began to open up the possibility of there being more than one ink spot in Disney Town. If Karina had found one, then potentially there could have been others scattered about this Town. For all the people still within Mickey's residents knew, the other members of this key-wielding team had probably found other graffiti. Of course, this was all based on the idea IF the girl had actually found another graffiti mark like theirs. D'daear let his head hang there, feeling a bit at odds with himself.

"So they're clues... but to what? What purpose do these graffiti splotches serve? And who put them there? Mickey...? " the queries just spewed out one after the other, all kept under his breathe. Brows furrowed at the questions he kept asking himself.

He could not help but feel overwhelmed, not by these questions, but by how much like his grandmother he was acting...or at least a part of her. She was always questioning things that could potentially serve great importance. D'daear's grandmother was always so deductive, unlike him who had always believed in Fate and Destiny. If something occurred, then his reasoning was that perhaps it was because fate had deemed it so...as if there was a higher power at work or something. And who could blame him. Growing up in a world filled with light, why would he ever cater to thinking otherwise? Faith and Hope were things he always carried close to his heart. The way he had seen it, if he Hoped...then there was always this glimmer of light that rested with him no matter what, and it kept him believing in the impossible. If he had faith, then there was always this light that shined bright before him whenever things seemed its bleakest. And the best part? She never looked down on him for such things. THEIR world was living in the light, in the prime of an age where the balance of light and darkness leaned all the way towards the light... or so that's what this purple haired boy had thought.

D'daear had always put his faith in his grandmother, and always took her word as truth...

Jaw tensed as he gazed at the nothing, recollecting his rude awakening. It all had started out as an extraordinary adventure. He met Base, Steel, and soon Hikaru and Luna while investigating Beast's castle. Beast, Belle, and the servants. They were all such wonderful people to him, and it was all looking exactly like in the stories. But then Aux appeared, and that's when everything changed. The moment his presence was revealed, it was like a plague had emerged onto the Castle. Aux had tried to severe Hikaru's friendship, and in turn had shown D'daear a side to humanity he had never seen. Heartless, betrayal...it was merely the beginning of a fact D'daear's naive and innocent mind was not yet ready to handle. Beast got injured, a man died before his eyes, and to make matters worse, Belle had been kidnapped because of Aux. A man Hikaru had called friend...

Did Hikaru consider Aux a friend? D'daear had no idea. Did Aux deserve forgiveness or redemption? D'daear had no idea. He believed people deserved a second chance, but what of those that really hurt you? Blue irises whittled in aimless gaze. He remembered that moment...when he was laying there in the mud with his broken reality. That pain his heart had felt. Darkness, which was supposed to have been purged, had shown him that it was very much alive...and powerful. Good people suffered in that moment...Good people suffered. Beast, , Belle, Hikaru, and everyone including himself had been dealt a hard blow. That blow had hurt D'daear's faith in his grandmother, and all her teachings. All this time, cooped up in that world of his being fed these "truths" that veiled his perception of the world, when in fact the world was very much the complete opposite of everything he had been told. The time spent in Central Haven had made him aware of that.

Well, at least this delusional boy could take the time to rehabilitate himself, right? They were in a HAVEN after all...

An ironic grin showed on the purple haired adolescent as he let out a chuckle. Oh how he remembered the invasion. It was not too long ago after all. When everybody had about just settled in, whom but none other than Aux to unsettle them, right? When he needed to time to transition, the darkness was there to make sure he couldn't have it. Lucky for him the fighting, the fleeing to Yen Sid's tower, and the investigations were good distractions. They had kept his mind else where, away from the problem that had been left unattended too. Just before he had stepped through the mirror to escape the Haven's fall, he had attempted to let go all of that which had plagued his mind with a long scream because he hoped that maybe, just maybe it would be all he needed to move on.

Purple bangs hid the boy's eyes, casting a shadow over them as they reddened from unbalanced emotions. Becoming slightly teary, they emerged at the cusp of his eyelids, refusing to trinkle down cheeks. He could feel it, his heart hurting. It felt like there was a hole where his innocence should be, where his Hope and his Faith in his grandmother resided.

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