Nobody's Memory's
Chapter 2 – The Lanes Between

First manner of business now that I had finished writing in my journal, in a long, rambly way that probably meant I had lost track of all time; find out where I was, and more importantly, when I was. I had no real goal ,no real motivation. My humanity was something I was trying to grasp on drawstrings to retain, my personality – even in my thoughts – faintly emotional, and even then its faked. Nothing clicks, nothing registers; I had tried speaking, without putting conscious forefront into it, and my voice had come out tone-deaf, not one inflection placed into it beyond habit and accent.

Oh yes, I could hear my own accent now. I'm from southern jersey, and can hear every twang, pop, drawn out syllable, and vowel pronounced as another. That wasn't annoying. Well, it wasn't, but it should be, and – no, bad Solstice, no more rambling while questing. I had to set up goals, and I had to figure out what to do so I wouldn't end up sitting around for an eternity. Looking back and forth, I decided to not open a corridor of darkness, mentally mapping out hopefully clear paths to hop across and get close enough to a world that I could access it. Not because of time constraints, or some unforeseen difficulties; no, to stave off my goddamned boredom.

.

Really, of all the things that had to still afflict me, boredom? I seriously hoped this was an ailment shared with all other Human-Nobody's, otherwise I would kick whichever divine entity or force of nature was responsible for this in the nuts with all my…. Considerable? Force.

The conclusions to be made from these observations? The Organization XIII member's strengths didn't wildly fluctuate and instead could be chalked up to difficulty spikes and scaling within the game itself –possible, just to make things more difficult than they should be on my part- or there really was that much of a power difference that presumably couldn't be overcome save for through trickery and subterfuge between the Organization members, with Nobody's being created unequal to one another.

Hopping towards a large, flat altogether plat-like rock, I grabbed a pebble that had been floating nearby; aiming carefully for a far-off chunk of rock a normal human's eye couldn't have hoepd to see, I aimed, carefully lining it up between my fingers….

*Flick!*
*Kr-krack-boom!*

….that was surprisingly satisfying, actually. There were far too many gratuitous noises compacted into that one rock exploding into rubble all because I had thrown a pebble into it. Withdrawing the journal from the hidden, large pocket within the hem of my robe, I flipped it open, taking a moment to appreciate my pen. It was a nice, ballpoint pen, unadorned with any random company's advertisements, glass, or copyright claims of all things; and thus far it had shown itself magic. I could erase whatever I had written by running the cap along the text; though I had nothing to test whether it was the pen or book itself that was enchanted. My cloak outright couldn't be written on by it, my skin outright rejected the ballpoints tip, and there was nothing but

The point being, it was an excellent, excellent pen.

My pen.

Flipping the journal open to a section with a flap sticking out – such a useful journal ,too -, I Idly reread what I had written thus far. My goals? What I knew? Powers? Recorded here.

*scribble scribble scritch scratch*

It had an absolutely amazing tip, too. Felt so natural.

Powerset thus Far

Exhibited strength beyond normal humans; able to jump several dozen to hundreds of feet with little to no effort. Effects proof of absurd strength, or of lack of Gravity?

Able to throw pebble far and hard enough to pulverize a far larger stone. Estimated distance; 1km?

All Nobody's displayed ridiculous amounts of durability to high-end RPG characters; assume I'm super-resistant to most things, but not all. We aren't immortal like Heartless; any weapon can put us down.

Physics; No fucks given. Center of Gravity appears to be whatever and however I define it. Natural, or due Lanes Between?

Pathways to the Darkness; I can feel them, the paths connecting all the worlds together with the darkness, that allows me near-instant travel to essentially anywhere we want. Test showed opening and closing of portals to be instinctual; locations need to have been visited or seen before? Unknown.

Eyesight is disturbingly good, able to pick out safe paths in great detail to get closer to worlds with ease despite taking several minutes to reach them

Vision remains constant in both extreme light and dark?

Able to sense life, and the Light and Darkness within peoples worlds.

Closer examination can reveal the balance, as well as intensity, of each respective force.

Knowledge

Aranel is my R.O.B?

Middle-Earth was consumed by the Darkness

Possible Keyhole locations; Saurons Tower in Mordor, The place Sauron had the ring severed, Lonely Mountain, all the vague places from the Similarion.

Was snuffed out shortly after awakening; keyhole in shire? Or was I unconscious for longer than I am aware of?

Goals

Entertain myself, goddamnit.

Figure out when I am

Figure out where I am

Investigate the World shrouded in Darkness which yet shines.

Figure out why there's so much Rubble around these worlds. Actually, we might want to prioritize this one.

Monstto came through?

Regain heart?

Slamming the journal shut with a loud boom as it vanished back within the folds of my cloak, I nodded, a simple action meant once more to fill the time I spent here with. I had the distinct feeling that would be a recurring problem here, but regardless, entertainment and possible answers laid ahead, at the world you currently sought to enter was close. What an interesting world it was, too.

A single look at it hadn't revealed anything wrong at first; a misshapen world at second glance, perhaps, its star blotting out all signs of its deformities. A matter to investigate another time. But then? Then I had looked closer, in a way only I could. There was no tenuous balance being retained, nor a struggle by one side to overcome the next; Darkness overflowed throughout all the world, snuffing out and dowsing all the light I could find. Yet still the star shined on, bright as any other cared to. Was it a world overrun by heartless, unable to find the world's keyhole, its survivors putting up apparently commendable efforts to survive? There were few other explanations you could find at the moment, and none of them satisfied you. The fact that this worlds barrier, for reasons you couldn't currently understand failed to glimmer constantly, as though exposed to sunlight like others close enough for you to see had shown themselves to.

It was concerning, but not too much. Your current thought track went something along the lines of this; it was an anomaly, and you were a nearby SI. A R.O.B wants to be entertained, almost as much as you did. Odds were he had placed or altered this world specifically for you; and annoying a R.O.B was a bad idea. Even if that wast the case, you would look anyway; something about it seemed to scream and slap your sensibilities , as well as Kingdom Hearts lore, in the face.

I would laugh, if I had a sense of humor anymore; I acted like any sensibilities I still possessed could be offended.

If the threat of R.O.B-based 'encouragements' to visit this world wasn't enough to persuade me, what might be happening there was. Where heartless were created en-masse, so too would Nobodies be created; I wasn't entirely sure if they could be controlled, bartered, or persuaded with, but the chance to gain some loyal followers? So long as I found them, or could find a method of gaining their attention, Sign me up. Judging by how the world was consumed in darkness, yet no others did en-masse, I could assume this was before KHI, and therefore only had to worry about pureblood heartless, unless this was after the game, in which case... nothing changed from my previous situation, really. Regardless, I could try to figure out my exact limits there, in addition to figuring out if I could control low-level Heartless, and how some of the Organization's members had done so in the first place.

Judging the jump from here to the final stone deemed turdy enough to trust my weight upon, I leap, soaring for but a few seconds before landing solidly, graceful as a cat. I'm standing a scarce few feet from the world's barrier, now; it shines so brightly... yet it does not sing to me. I feel no loss. I do, however, feel like not taking a plunge out of the sky yet again, so I slowly back away, into the corridors of darkness which I had opened behind me, entering a long, echoing space made of darkness given sustenance and texture, all color muted an odd gray color. English texts cover the walls, as does a number of other languages I can... somehow understand and read. Huh.

*Scribble, Scribble*
*Snap!*

Interesting. For now, I turn, so that I may exit the corridors of darkness, exiting through the space I know to take me where I wish to go -

-and I cry out in true pain, rejected by the world itself. That made no sense. It.. I... thoughts racing, calm and collected, I know I would feel glad for my inability to feel emotion yet somehow register pain, which had caused to me cry out in surprise. Checking myself over, I find naught to be harmed; the sleeves of my cloak are singed, but nothing more. Everything is fine, even if I feel a bit ruffled up, and yet for no discernible reason the world had rejected me. The rejections origin was not visible from within the corridors; at least not via any methods of sight I had available to me.

There was no place for me to arrive, difficult to believe yet not impossible; I had yet to seen an entrance to the Corridors open without some kind of surface nearby.

Or something on the other side was rejecting me, shoving me aside. Now, here's the funny thing about me. I don't like rejection. Not one bit. Sure, sometimes it was understandable, or required in a relationship; sometimes rejection was unavoidable, and no one was better off. But random rejection? Well, normally it made me angry. Right now? Nothing but calm regards as I tried to figure out what had happened. My actions are rushed, now, as I think of a plan, acting upon it as steps formulate. Final conclusion?

I had no idea beyond what I had already said. It was in my best interest to simply mark this location down and visit it at later dates; which I did, exiting out of the corridors of darkness to observe notable landmarks in relation to this place, the few traits I had noted the star as having even from a distance - everything to help me find it again. I then turned, place my book back within my pockets fold, placed the silvery hood up over my face to realize... huh, what do you know, the hoods actually kind of just comfortably hover over your head, like a pillow thats making sure its not disturbing your hair will keeping your face shrouded in shadow. I always wondered how the guys in Organization XIII could have such crazy hair and constantly wear hoods. That wasn't enough to distract me for the moment.

Leaning against the edge of the floating rubble I had entered the corridor from, I tense, taking a form similar to one of a swimmer about to dive into a pool. I had reached my final conclusion, one that might help me regain a bit of humanity, with minimum risk and maximum reward. There was only one thing to say as well.

"At sufficient Velocities."

Tightly gripping the edges of the rubble, now crumbling under my grip, I tense... push... and release my grip, the platform getting quickly launched away from me while I sent myself flying forward at the barrier through a mixture of jumping and kicking the now eradicated platform. With a loud boom, I reach the barrier in under a second, my force attempting to pushing me through, as something reach out and shoves me away- deep into the void at speeds far faster than I could ever have hoped to accomplish,crashing through drifting stony debris, vision blurring as I continue to fall wildly...

My consciousness begins to slip as I realize I am, once more, falling out of the sky.