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C`aos Porcupo                 Since: 03-02-06 From: AB, Canada Last post: 6285 days Last view: 6285 days |
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| These halls had always been cold to Troy.
Eventually he had gotten rid of his shell for actual Keyper's garb; a loose fitting black fur-lined vest that hung overtop of a white undershirt, spacious cloth shorts, an assortment of silver chains that hung off both, and a set of steel-toed boots. Still, where he stood was undeniably chilly. He lent against a wall of the corridor, dropping the hexagon keychain in his hands and catching it again. He stared to his side off into the abyss. The hallways were built of some snow-white metallic compound that still somehow managed to look alien. The hand-crafted archs above him tried to calm him but failed miserably. But, in the end, it felt like home nonetheless. "Have you still not left?" Troy slid his hands back to his side, clipping the keychain back onto one of the other silver strands that hung off him. "...I don't know. I've been thinking for a long time... where I should actually go." He stared in the direction of the voice, shaking his head. "I don't have any loyalties besides the Covenant anymore, Samurai." Auron stepped out from the shadows, looking away from Troy. Eventually his eyes drifted away from the event horizon of the endless hallway and his scarred stare fell upon Troy. "...there's no need for formalities here. You've been troubled lately... we should talk about this like human beings. I've heard from the others." Troy stepped forward, crossing the hall. "...you know, when you were still mortal... and you wielded that blade like nothing... you wanted to become powerful, right?" "Who doesn't?" "Did you ever think what would happen when you got to the top, so to speak?" Troy slowly turned, staring into Auron's eyes. "You would have an iron grip on all your former rivals, and you'd be able to command the world as you please?" "Not quite to that degree, but I don't think anyone hasn't had the notion before." Troy drew on the wall with his fingers. It slowly dissolved away, creating a porthole into the space outside. He slowly sat down and let his arms fall limp into his lap. "A long time ago, before I left Dimension 1, I had that vision in my head. When the Vast and the Heartless first struck, I realized that there were worlds beyond mine and that I would take advantage of that rift and see everything that creation had to offer. Peach had the same idea too." Auron nodded. "...I had the Chronicle keyblade, and it was my responsibility to fight the darkness with it." Troy was up on his feet, pacing back and forth. "The more I fought with it, the more powerful I became. Eventually I was able to relegate it to backup status as I finally managed to soul-forge the Ragnarok and tie it to my own life. I have one of the ultimate keyblades. And I realized something." "What's that?" Troy shook his head. "Can't you see? I can crush entire worlds single-handedly if I really felt like it, but what would it accomplish? I'm freaking powerful, and I have a heart ready to fight, but there's so much darkness, pain and hatred out there and I'm not on the level to deal with it all. It's like trying to kill a fly with a sledgehammer." "The Vast, Heartless and Nobodies are still at large," Auron said half to himself. "And there are many people trying to control these... and others outside of our duristriction... you did tell me about the UEN and what it was trying to accomplish at this time..." "And on top of that, I've lost countless friends all these years... with the exception of the Covenant I have literally nowhere left to turn now... all I can do is fight and fight and fight because that's what the Covenant is here to do, isn't it?!" Troy threw his arms out, snarling. "What do I have left to live for besides save people from theirselves?" "Troy needs calorie therapy!" Troy spun around, watching as a 3-foot-tall halfling, draped in white/red robes, waddled toward him. She had a head full of bright red hair that plumed out behind, eyes of the same shade, and a tiny black bear-like nose. Troy's face twitched as he stared down at the tray of chocolate chip cookies she held, far too large for her to retain her balance. "Do you have to bring those out here, Fires..." Troy muttered under his breath. "I go outaru of the way to whip you two up these treatsie-weets and you just keeping yelly-welling at each other! I'll justaru leave them here 'til you simmer down..." "Troy," Auron mumbled. "I'd like to say that... although you are a member of the Covenant, I understand fully that you feel alone in this world now.... I was with you, remember. I am not requesting your undying loyalty. You're not unwise to criticize your situation, and if you desire a reason to continue existing, then I by all means encourage you to find one. Fires' husband died, as you remember. Though he was a brave man and defended those he loved with his life, he eventually succumbed. Fires was left to deal with that sorrow, but eventually found a new goal to devote herself to, while at the same time keeping his memories strong in her heart." Fires shuffled the tray uneasily in her hands. "...he sure loves his cookies-wookies! No reason for no one else to have 'em!" "Continue fighting, Troy," Auron said sternly. "If not for the Covenant, then for yourself. Your heart will show you the way, and armed with the key no one will be able to deter you. You will find your friends. And Selphie will not be wrong." Troy nodded weakly, wiping the tears out of his eyes with one arm. He hunched down, plucking two cookies from the metal sheet. "...she won't be." Fin~ |
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Kirbynite Phan Phan  I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!!      Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6299 days Last view: 6284 days |
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*claps* I liked it.  The biggest reason could've been because it was short enough for me to read it without having to devote a lot of spare time.  I feel like there needs to be like a picture portraying the scene, too....
Though, you've misspelled "leaned" with "lent".. unless there's another meaning to it I haven't heard of.. 
Lesse... this is just a story... but it's canon, like Grey told me.... oog.. the dilemmas... you know what, I really need to work on that SF website thingy... I guess I should relocate this over to Modern Art.... Whenever it feels right. ;(edited by Kirbynite on 08-26-06 12:30 AM) |
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C`aos Porcupo Since: 03-02-06 From: AB, Canada Last post: 6285 days Last view: 6285 days |
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| I was thinking whether I should've posted it there, but it obviously had more relevance to the SF, was intended to create more questions than answers about Troy, and would maybe lead into a larger thread involving his history directly... after he's done harassing other stories anyways.
But it's your call |
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Kirbynite Phan Phan I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!! Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6299 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| Yeah, it does have more relevance to the SF, like I said with the canon thing. It technically belongs in Modern Art but I'll let this slide for now
And I don't mind him harassing Treasure Beyond the Old Door  |
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