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{Silas Ironhart: Destiny Islands; Palace Kitchen} Silas looked down at the invoice on the clip board, matching up names as his mind went through filing cabinets of their own. "Ah, yes." He said plea
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{Destiny Island; Outside the Palace} Aether's diversion and kick gave the renegade guard the opening she needed. She slammed her knee into the other guard's groin, then smashed his head with both fis
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{Kira: Lanes Between; Shuttle aft section} "Stuck between a rock and a hard place." Kira noted as she rubbed her eyes with one hand. All this wasn't great news. Lots of uncertainty and it wasn't ac
Across the Realm of Light, the rich and powerful were contemplating the upcoming ball held in honor of Emperor Francis Ironhart's birthday. For some, it was a place to be seen, an event to show off. Others would use it to settle some business and discuss what should be done about the increasing unrest from the lower classes. The Emperor himself didn't care about such "trivial" concerns and would likely sign whatever edict his advisors put in front of him. But for a Silver Raven's director, it meant the completion of a lucrative contract...
{Destiny Island; Royal Estate - Beach}
Emperor Francis snacked on a shrimp cocktail as he watched members of the court put on a blitz ball match for his enjoyment. It was rather dull so far, so interjecting some new rules seemed in order. He wasn't that familiar with the official rules to begin with, but that hadn't stopped him before.
Away from his father sat Silas, dressed in a linen suit and a wide brimmed hat to ward of the sun. While he watched the game, his mind was truly else where. Unlike the emperor, the crown prince was well aware of the growing political situation. It was a growing danger, but where there was danger, there was also opportunity...
{Radiant Garden; old castle}
The city lights of Radiant Garden shone out into the night, all but one building contributing to the shine. The old castle, once the home and laboratory of Ansem the Wise, had been left long abandoned after Xehanort's Keyblade War, until Prince Silas renovate it as a wedding present for his second wife, the Lady Claudia. Now, their son Lamont lived there most of the year under the guidance of his personal tutors and a few hand picked guards. One of these guards was marching through the main corridor, missing the dark clad figure hiding in a seldom used turn off. Once the guard had past, the figure slinked down the way the guard had come, moving quickly and quietly.
After a turn, the figure made it into the entryway to the castle's kitchens. After a moment of listening, he glanced around and stalked into the kitchens. The room was barely lit, with only a few pools of light from a few appliances and a fixture over a sink. The figure was half way through it when one of the pantry doors started to open. Scrambling, he dropped down and hid under a high table. Praying not to be found, he glanced out to see the heavy boots of another guard. Why did he have to get a snack now? The munching guard past by the table without any sign of noticing the hidden lurker. Waiting for the foot steps to die away, the figure quietly left his hiding place and crept to the kitchen door to the outside.
The doors were locked and enchanted to prevent entree of undesirables, but it was still subject to older magic. In a flash, the figure held a copy of the Keyblade Sleeping Lion. He tapped the lock, which clicked open. Opening the door carefully, the escapee darted out and closed the door behind him. He re-locked it with his blade, then dismissed the weapon. Moving a little faster than before, he came upon a stack of boxes where he discarded the black cloak he had been wearing.
Using a few connected back allies, Lamont Ironhart came out into the still busy streets of the city proper. He was dressed in something more appropriate to a normal person going about their business along with a pair of glasses and a ball cap. His face wasn't generally well known, but some precautions had to be taken. Taking a deep breath, Lamont merged with the crowd. This was a stupid thing to do, but there were things he knew he would only learn if he tried it himself. Plus, it felt good to see the world of his birth up close and not from behind thick walls.
{Dark Realm; outskirts of Calik village}
Erinys Ta'gon placed a cracked helmet on the counter of the curiosity shop, eyeing the proprietor with her glowing red eyes.
"Found it in a beast den." She explained as the proprietor examined the helmet with growing disgust. "The thief must have tried to use it to get away from a Heartless pack, but got gutted by-"
"I don't care what got him!" the proprietor exploded. "You expect me to believe this is my helmet? My very magical helmet?"
"Was magical." Erinys said tiredly. "The hound sucked it dry after it gnawed the thief's bones, by the look of things. But i followed the scent you gave me and this is what i found. No way he stashed your helmet and picked up another."
"It was worth 5,000 munnies!" the proprietor bellowed. "Now I'll be lucky to get 50 for it."
"Sorry to hear that. But it happens. Now, we agreed on-"
"If you think I'm paying you anything for this lump of metal," he said, tossing the helmet away "you've got another thing coming!"
Erinys' eyes narrowed.
"You promised 800 munnies for the return of your property." she hissed. "No word on its state, just its return. I risked my neck to hold up my end. We shook on it."
"Pah! Pledges to abominations aren't binding! Begone, noxling, before i call the guard."
The Noxling Ronin gritted her teeth, their white showing up vividly against her pure black skin. A hand shot out and grabbed the proprietor by the throat. He tried to break free, but her grip was like iron. In her other hand, a swirl of darkness left behind a Heartless Shadow the she held by the back of the neck, like one might hold a cat.
"You're not suppose to bring them into the village!" the man wheezed, his eye bulging.
"And you are not suppose to break deals." Erinys retorted in an icy tone. "So here's a new one. You pay me what's owed and this little guy goes away. You keep thinking you can break deals with noxlings, and i drop him. You're the only heart he can feel in here. Think you can get your mace in time?"
The proprietor's bulging eyes swiveled back and forth between Erinys and the Heartless. Wordlessly, he pulled a munny bag from under the counter and dropped it in front of the ronin. Erinys muttered a Stop spell the froze the proprietor in time. Cradling the Heartless in one arm, she opened the bag and counted out the munny. It was high denominations, so she quickly found it was 1,000 munnies in all. She eyed the man who had tried to stiff her, anger smoldering in her eyes. Just taking all of this served the fat man right. Hades, leaving this Heartless with him felt worthwhile. But old Nick had taught her different.
When the Stop spell wore off, the proprietor found that the Heartless had gone and a small pile of munnies was on the counter.
"I'm taking what I'm owed, not a speck more." The Noxling said from the door. "Now, we're square and you don't have to worry about me anymore. Talk to the guards, and I'll be back."
Slamming the door behind her, Erinys stomped through the main street of the village, pulling her hood up. She had a few supplies to get before leaving. Getting them quick and leaving sounded like the best course of action right now.