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11.1.2017 - Kingdom Hearts RP is now closed. We'd like to thank everyone who invested time on the site for contributing to a wonderful experience which lasted for many years. All stories must eventually end, but while this may seem bittersweet, it can't be stressed enough what a pleasure it was to create and share them with you all. Goodbye everyone.

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Radiant Garden... A place Rakki had once known as home. Rakki stood with his back against a wall and his arms folded across his chest as he examined the city in front of him. There were numerous buildings and a large square in the city, but he hadn't really explored it much since his banishment from his sanctuary. His mind raced with various different strategies for a battle as he examined the layout of the city and its buildings, as this was the only thing he could do without getting too bored. Today happened to be his day off from guard duty, so he was wearing black trousers with a black t-shirt, something many of the commoners had been wearing. He had no shoes on today, preferring to go barefoot as he had done back in the sanctuary. Being a guard required him to wear boots all the time, and he hated it. It was an unfamiliar feeling on his feet, though he had started to get used to it. His grey eyes stared into the street as a citizen or two would pass by him without so much as a glance.

His hair was tied back into a pony tail to keep it off his face as it was a slightly breezy day out. The sun was overcast, hiding behind clouds that threatened to turn black with rain but had yet to deliver. Sighing, Rakki found himself uncrossing his arms and summoning a small sphere of light. It wasn't a spell or anything of the sort, just something to have some fun with. His mind and fingers worked in tandem to fold the light into odd shapes. A book one time, then a sword, maybe an arrow or a staff. He stood there, relaxing in the day and watching the light, wondering where his parents had lived once upon a time. Had they moved? Were they dead? Where were his brothers at? He couldn't even recall their faces and he only had a dim memory of their voices. He did, however, remember the embrace his mother had given him the day he left. He no longer felt the warmth or the smoothness of her skin, but in his mind he remembered the green shirt she had on and the smell of roses from her perfume. He couldn't recall her face, nor what the weather was like outside, but he remembered green and roses. Green and roses. As his thoughts drifted towards his mother, the ball of light in his hand found itself molding into the shape of a rose made of light. It was beautiful, and Rakki let the form hang there for a good time as he tired to recall the feeling of his own mother.

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