into the nothing

[firstmaster.livejournal.com]

Who: Everyone
What: Jagannatha makes his move, and the game begins.
Where: Everywhere
When: Saturday, June 11

It was time. The preparations had finally been completed. Alexandria was completed.

Darkness sprang forth from the Hearts of Worlds, Denizens of Light, and the Denizens of Darkness celebrated. Those of the Light - Key Bearers, "Refugees," and civilians alike - all began to succumb. Few would be allowed to remain.

The era of Light was over, each and every one of his subjects knew. This was their time to shine, ironic as it may be. And they could do nothing to stop it.

It was, all in all, turning out to be an excellent day.

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[shaderic.livejournal.com]

Cut.

Then cut again.

Fire.

Then shoot some more.

He wasn't really a warrior. A few months practice with a blade, along with some time at various firing ranges couldn't hope to make him into a warrior.

That was fine.

He didn't need to win. He just needed to survive.

Another Heartless dashed forward, a Neoshadow this time. The gunblade went clean through, before cutting to the side to fire at another one getting too close.

Shaderic didn't think he could keep this up forever. He'd called it in to his superiors when people had started to disapear, only to find them already gone. He'd tried to reach the other Refugees physically, only to be caught outside his own building by a horde of shadows.

Don't linger on the past, he thought to himself. Don't think about impossible odds. Don't think that there isn't a way out. As long you can keep going, then there's a chance.

When his boots began sinking slowly into shadow, he didn't stop moving. His moves just changed to a more defensive style.

When his waist was consumed, along with his ammo pouch, he stopped shooting. As long as his arms were above the pool of darkness he could keep on cutting.

When he was up to armpits in darkness, he took a deep breath.

And ducked his own head under.