It was if she were being shoved through a dark corridor that was open to somewhere otherwise closed off. A painful, shocking pressing she cannot escape from. There is no going back.
Namine has no recollection of how she got to be in this predicament. Had she been asleep? Had she gone in for a data check?
She stumbles into ... well, this sure is a place.
It is like Castle Oblivion, if you replaced all of the white walls with mirrors.
She once saw one of Aqua's memories that looked like this.
This is certainly one of the stranger places she's ever been. And definitely the strangest method of getting here. No star shard or feather to transport her. Not even the usual feeling of a dark corridor. For had that been a dark corridor? When a place is closed off, you can't get through.
She thinks, briefly, about forming a dark corridor and going back home. But someone or something went through the trouble of getting here in the first place and she'd rather not go home only to repeat the process again later.
This is not the first time she's arrived somewhere for no other reason than it is where she's supposed to be.
Reflections
Namine turns around to get a better look at where she is. Despite being in a room full of mirrors, the mirror she stepped out of is... blank? Like a non-reflective piece of glass. Except it looks like it is a mirror and it should reflect.
But it doesn't.
Odd.
She moves to another mirror.
At first, she is somewhat horrified to see the bags under her eyes and the unkempt nature of her hair. A second glance reveals that the mirror "her" is wearing that old plain white dress from her days in Castle Oblivion. The Namine in the mirror is haunted like Namine herself once was. Namine reaches out to place her hand on the mirror. The other Namine mirrors her motions. Can Namine pull this past version of herself out? Does she want to?
Though it pains her, Namine moves away to another mirror.
While the first couple of reflections would have her think she were looking at her past, it quickly becomes apparent that these are all alternate versions of herself. She has a Keyblade in one of them, for instance. In another, she looks more like Kairi than herself. In still another, she looks like she may be a Sorceress like Rinoa?
She starts looking for one alternative version of herself in specific. One she's met before. Is she here, as well? Can Namine pull her out if she finds her?
A Bad Time
To Namine's horror, what, or rather, who she finds first is a version of herself that looks too much like Larxene for comfort. Her hair is cut short, she wears a cloak.
But this reflection mirrors her the same as any of the others.
And then she doesn't.
Like pushing an invisible curtain aside, this twisted Namine pushes herself out of the mirror she was trapped in. If she was trapped at all. Behind her, the mirror goes black.
She has knives in her hand like Larxene carries. Namine pulls out her own dagger and tells herself she did not choose this weapon to be like Larxene.
The twisted Namine raises her hand, as if to call lightning, but none comes. Namine suddenly has fear that she will have no magic either.
She reaches for the first ability she always does: memories.
She senses none.
Or, perhaps, the twisted Namine is not a true being, and therefore has no memories to sense.
Namine casts Blizzard instead.
That works.
The twisted Namine is frozen in place, the look on her face something between a sneer and a pout.
"I fought the real Larxene and came away unscathed! You do not scare me!"
The Blizzard spell wears off and Namine knows she should have cast something stronger. The twisted Namine laughs a horrible Larxene-esque laugh.
Namine draws her own dagger and lunges, hoping to shove this twisted reflection back into the mirror she came from.
AtP!Namine Arrives
It was if she were being shoved through a dark corridor that was open to somewhere otherwise closed off. A painful, shocking pressing she cannot escape from. There is no going back.
Namine has no recollection of how she got to be in this predicament. Had she been asleep? Had she gone in for a data check?
She stumbles into ... well, this sure is a place.
It is like Castle Oblivion, if you replaced all of the white walls with mirrors.
She once saw one of Aqua's memories that looked like this.
This is certainly one of the stranger places she's ever been. And definitely the strangest method of getting here. No star shard or feather to transport her. Not even the usual feeling of a dark corridor. For had that been a dark corridor? When a place is closed off, you can't get through.
She thinks, briefly, about forming a dark corridor and going back home. But someone or something went through the trouble of getting here in the first place and she'd rather not go home only to repeat the process again later.
This is not the first time she's arrived somewhere for no other reason than it is where she's supposed to be.
Reflections
Namine turns around to get a better look at where she is. Despite being in a room full of mirrors, the mirror she stepped out of is... blank? Like a non-reflective piece of glass. Except it looks like it is a mirror and it should reflect.
But it doesn't.
Odd.
She moves to another mirror.
At first, she is somewhat horrified to see the bags under her eyes and the unkempt nature of her hair. A second glance reveals that the mirror "her" is wearing that old plain white dress from her days in Castle Oblivion. The Namine in the mirror is haunted like Namine herself once was. Namine reaches out to place her hand on the mirror. The other Namine mirrors her motions. Can Namine pull this past version of herself out? Does she want to?
Though it pains her, Namine moves away to another mirror.
While the first couple of reflections would have her think she were looking at her past, it quickly becomes apparent that these are all alternate versions of herself. She has a Keyblade in one of them, for instance. In another, she looks more like Kairi than herself. In still another, she looks like she may be a Sorceress like Rinoa?
She starts looking for one alternative version of herself in specific. One she's met before. Is she here, as well? Can Namine pull her out if she finds her?
A Bad Time
To Namine's horror, what, or rather, who she finds first is a version of herself that looks too much like Larxene for comfort. Her hair is cut short, she wears a cloak.
But this reflection mirrors her the same as any of the others.
And then she doesn't.
Like pushing an invisible curtain aside, this twisted Namine pushes herself out of the mirror she was trapped in. If she was trapped at all. Behind her, the mirror goes black.
She has knives in her hand like Larxene carries. Namine pulls out her own dagger and tells herself she did not choose this weapon to be like Larxene.
The twisted Namine raises her hand, as if to call lightning, but none comes. Namine suddenly has fear that she will have no magic either.
She reaches for the first ability she always does: memories.
She senses none.
Or, perhaps, the twisted Namine is not a true being, and therefore has no memories to sense.
Namine casts Blizzard instead.
That works.
The twisted Namine is frozen in place, the look on her face something between a sneer and a pout.
"I fought the real Larxene and came away unscathed! You do not scare me!"
The Blizzard spell wears off and Namine knows she should have cast something stronger. The twisted Namine laughs a horrible Larxene-esque laugh.
Namine draws her own dagger and lunges, hoping to shove this twisted reflection back into the mirror she came from.