You awake for the first time. You try to recall what has brought you here, but nothing comes to mind. You see others around you, also waking up for the first time. Confused, you sit up as a voice echoes all around you.

 

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Boys and Girls,

Welcome to the Amnesia Games!

You have been allowed to remember three things

Your name

Your goal in life

And your skills in combat

And some of you don't even have one of those!

I have brought you here

From all over the omniverse

You each have an interesting story

But none of you know it

Because I have taken your memories

And the only way to get them back

Is to play my little game

So have fun

I'll be in touch

 

And the voice goes silent.

 

Mission 1: Interact with each other! Find out everybody else's name. One memory will go to each group at the end of the mission.

 

Renton 'Ren' Kisaragi, Neena Mors, Switch, and Noah Himitsu awake in a dense forest.

 

Walter Evergreen, Joshua Akira, Dom Locke, and Bronshu Wes awake near a bubbling spring in a flower meadow.

 

Morgan Etiam Vinctum, Mes Orem, Wolf, and Rexon Wrexx awake in a desert, sand blowing and sun shining.

 

Sylar awakes at a snow-covered mountaintop, all alone.

Rexon mumbled:  "Oh man."  when Neena she went in the dark corridor.  He felt the kick when she got behind him.  And right when his Radiant Grace wore off too.  Crashing and rolling on the ground, Rex laid down on the floor.  "She sure is skilled, and strong.  I'm done."  He puts his head down, certain that he couldn't go on any further.

"Hmph." Neena muttered, as Rexon fell. Job complete. Unfortunately, there was still one more. Her eyes flashed up, seeing the glider headed for her. Keyblade gliders? Really? This kid was trying to run her over. She quickly jumped up and landed on the glider herself. She swiftly changed its course with a wide turn, and headed towards Brooklyn. She shot towards him, and once nearby, did something similar to him, leaping off of her glider. As she flew over him, she sliced with her blade while the gliders were set to collide. As she landed, she smiled knowingly. The slice was naught but a distraction, from the real problem. A small piece of darkness, untrackable to anyone without a major influence in darkness, was planted on his back. In any case, it was set to detonate in a powerful dark and fiery explosion the second it sensed any kind of magic nearby. Knowing this would not be enough, she vanished into a dark corridor. She reappeared above her opponent in Dark Form, and fired off several arrows in a row charged with darkness. In a split second, she had switched to Light Form, and hefted her broadsword as she dived down to her opponent. She sliced down cleanly as she fell, her golden sword enchanted with light. When she landed, she once again smiled. "Divine Skill - Dusk's Vengeance." She said. Above her, the light magic from the sword finally mixed with the dark magic in the arrows it had sliced through, creating another twilight explosion. Not to mention, wherever her dark magic sensing bomb had ended up, exploded as well. She did like her explosions.

 

 

~Elsewhere~

Cordelia nodded towards Ranco, though her thoughts seemed elsewhere. "We must assume that is the case. Come, can you portal us to the Amnesia Games Museum she was speaking of." She said, slightly absentmindedly. Cordelia simply wanted to get this done swiftly, before her daughter had to go through more pain than she already had. But, she put on a brave face, and smiled at the keyblade Master. "It's time to put on a heist."

"Hmph." Neena muttered, as Rexon fell. Job complete. Unfortunately, there was still one more. Her eyes flashed up, seeing the glider headed for her. Keyblade gliders? Really? This kid was trying to run her over. She quickly jumped up and landed on the glider herself. She swiftly changed its course with a wide turn, and headed towards Brooklyn. She shot towards him, and once nearby, did something similar to him, leaping off of her glider. As she flew over him, she sliced with her blade while the gliders were set to collide. As she landed, she smiled knowingly. The slice was naught but a distraction, from the real problem. A small piece of darkness, untrackable to anyone without a major influence in darkness, was planted on his back. In any case, it was set to detonate in a powerful dark and fiery explosion the second it sensed any kind of magic nearby. Knowing this would not be enough, she vanished into a dark corridor. She reappeared above her opponent in Dark Form, and fired off several arrows in a row charged with darkness. In a split second, she had switched to Light Form, and hefted her broadsword as she dived down to her opponent. She sliced down cleanly as she fell, her golden sword enchanted with light. When she landed, she once again smiled. "Divine Skill - Dusk's Vengeance." She said. Above her, the light magic from the sword finally mixed with the dark magic in the arrows it had sliced through, creating another twilight explosion. Not to mention, wherever her dark magic sensing bomb had ended up, exploded as well. She did like her explosions.  ~Elsewhere~Cordelia nodded towards Ranco, though her thoughts seemed elsewhere. "We must assume that is the case. Come, can you portal us to the Amnesia Games Museum she was speaking of." She said, slightly absentmindedly. Cordelia simply wanted to get this done swiftly, before her daughter had to go through more pain than she already had. But, she put on a brave face, and smiled at the keyblade Master. "It's time to put on a heist."

"...Force!" The attacks began, he felt the heat of the explosions wash over him, but the damage was far from enough. A wave of Void energy shot off from Brooklyn in a complete and deviating force. Light and Darkness fell mixed and fused, magic pushed away, the ball of energy contenued to grow, and it wasn't stopping... the darkness and light was just getting sucked into it... even the lights of the arena began to be affected by the attack...It quickly became dangerous.Very, very, dangerous.The orb was already taking up half the arena, and still was growing...

(

Oh that is such BS... *sigh* It's irritating that Void can absorb light and darkness, but not the other way around.

)

(

Oh that is such BS... *sigh* It's irritating that Void can absorb light and darkness, but not the other way around.

)

(Well, if you have a light or darkness filter, then sure.)

Neena was blown back by the force of the void wave, landing on her feet barely as she skidded back a bit. She watched the orb consume the arena slowly, light and darkness both proving ineffective. She scowled at the impossibility at the situation. This would require a change in strategy, and quick, lest she wanted to fail to a dirty keyblader. She recalled all of the pain, the misery, caused by them. The Swanson Massacre, Loki's betrayal, the persecution of her and her comrades... Only now was she reflecting upon the memory she had received before she had gone to bed. It was of her, running. Running, running, running. Constantly. No end. Consistent prosecution. Cursing and crying into the wind that she wanted it all to stop. But it would not. This was after the war, and she was forced to run. A fugitive, on the lamb, forced away from society, unlike the war criminals of the Light and Darkness, who lived peacefully in retirement, the entire Decolor had been obliterated, prisoners executed. Neena could not run far enough, there was no escape from the endless hounding of keybladers. It didn't matter how defensive she was, how much she told them she just wanted them to leave her alone... The last piece of that memory was receiving a mysterious letter. But that did not matter. She looked back up to her opponent. His keyblade and all it stood for. It would fall. He would die. Without hesitation, she charged back in towards the inside of the orb. She impacted the ball of pure energy, and it burned. Stung. Pierced her very soul. But she was stronger than that. This would not, could not stop her. But it did. The orb burned her away, into ash. The Assassin, dark yet pure, evil yet good, mighty yet weak, was gone.

 

Silence swiftly entered the arena. Emptiness, pure and unfiltered. Brooklyn's attack continued growing, but there was no opponent. 

 

Boom. A huge dust cloud appeared at the edge of the arena. A very very observant spectator would have been able to see a dark blur of motion falling towards that area. The orb grew, and grew, and when it reached where the dust cloud was, it stopped. The dust settled, and there, was a figure, cloaked entirely in armor as pure as darkness. The figure stood with her palm against the orb, and where the void energy met the hand, a glowing disk of darkness was generated. The figure placed their other palm to the orb, and once again, the odd light generating darkness was created. The figure drew their palms back, the orbs growth still stagnated by the discs. Then, Brooklyn's opponent pushed outward with their palms, and the light darkness spread from their fingers, stretching over the orb of void energy. The figure clenched their fists, and the light darkness punched suddenly inwards, shattering Void Force. Of course, all of the light darkness on the field vanished along with it. Now, it was only Brooklyn, standing in the center of the arena, and the armored figure, standing at the edge. Finally, the armored figure, pulled off their helmet. Her long blond hair fell over the back of the armor, her brilliant white smirk matched her similarly entertained pure blue eyes. Though the tan skin might also throw you off, the figure was most definitely Neena, in all her glory. "Twilight Form." She said simply. The Assassin charged her helmet with the dusk energy she had used before, and threw it at Brooklyn, the helmet speeding towards him faster than a bullet.

(Neena's Twilight Form armor: http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141223201844/powerlisting/images/2/2a/Berserker_Armor.jpg Though a tad more feminine.)

~~~~~

Rija was working in the kitchen of the cabin. She hummed softly while she did so, a light tune of no consequence. Sounded similar to a lullaby. She mixed together her dry ingredients absentmindedly with a fork. She unfortunately, could not sleep. It was not her fault of course. She could not help but remember such happy times. She had been cooking something in her memory, what it was she could not remember, but it was of no consequence. What mattered was her, minding her own business, humming the same tune she was now. It was a nice tune after all. As she turned around in the kitchen to grab her next ingredient, she remembered hearing a loud crash outside. Immediately, she had run outside, not pausing to take off her floury apron or anything. What she saw when she went outside though, only made her laugh. Her husband, was clinging to the edge of the roof. The reason he was doing so was clear. The ladder was now on the ground, what must have been the crash. She had tasked him with roofing the house. Rija had not bothered asking whether he had worked on roofs before, her husband just knew stuff like that without much effort at all. Whether he knew how to roof or not though, she still had no idea, but he certainly did not know how to climb a ladder.

"Do you need any help honey? I can grab the roofing from the back if you need me to." She said, teasing him. A regular wife would probably rush a bit quicker to save their loving husbands from falling to their deaths from the rooftops, but Rija was not particularly worried. He could stand up to a fall from that height when he was a toddler. 

"No, I think I'm good. I didn't need that ladder anyway." He replied, clearly not very worried. He jumped to a windowsill below. Sharpshooter and mocking wife she was, Rija knew that a fall from that height wouldn't even knock the breath out of him. So... She lowered the power on her pistol to something that would hurt like someone throwing a rock at him. And the Soldier shot it at his hand as soon as he grabbed hold of the ledge. Surprised, her husband fell to the ground. The Soldier began laughing, though she stopped when she realized that he was not moving. Rija dashed over to him, and leaned over his face, listening for breathing. What if she had been wrong? Had she just killed him? Suddenly, her lips were sealed in a kiss. Her husband playfully grabbed her and rolled her over so she was on the ground instead of him. They separated for just a second, and they both laughed heartily.

"What was that for?" She asked him, smiling broadly.

"For knocking me off the house of course!" Her husband replied in mock anger. Rija restarted the passionate kiss. What happened after that, Rija had no clue. The rest was all gone. Her husband's face was still blurred in her memory, and she could not remember his name, but the feelings for him were intense. Rija added butterscotch chips to her mixture as she continued to hum her little tune.

 

(I could not help but make up a memory of Derik roofing.)

Neena was blown back by the force of the void wave, landing on her feet barely as she skidded back a bit. She watched the orb consume the arena slowly, light and darkness both proving ineffective. She scowled at the impossibility at the situation. This would require a change in strategy, and quick, lest she wanted to fail to a dirty keyblader. She recalled all of the pain, the misery, caused by them. The Swanson Massacre, Loki's betrayal, the persecution of her and her comrades... Only now was she reflecting upon the memory she had received before she had gone to bed. It was of her, running. Running, running, running. Constantly. No end. Consistent prosecution. Cursing and crying into the wind that she wanted it all to stop. But it would not. This was after the war, and she was forced to run. A fugitive, on the lamb, forced away from society, unlike the war criminals of the Light and Darkness, who lived peacefully in retirement, the entire Decolor had been obliterated, prisoners executed. Neena could not run far enough, there was no escape from the endless hounding of keybladers. It didn't matter how defensive she was, how much she told them she just wanted them to leave her alone... The last piece of that memory was receiving a mysterious letter. But that did not matter. She looked back up to her opponent. His keyblade and all it stood for. It would fall. He would die. Without hesitation, she charged back in towards the inside of the orb. She impacted the ball of pure energy, and it burned. Stung. Pierced her very soul. But she was stronger than that. This would not, could not stop her. But it did. The orb burned her away, into ash. The Assassin, dark yet pure, evil yet good, mighty yet weak, was gone. Silence swiftly entered the arena. Emptiness, pure and unfiltered. Brooklyn's attack continued growing, but there was no opponent.  Boom. A huge dust cloud appeared at the edge of the arena. A very very observant spectator would have been able to see a dark blur of motion falling towards that area. The orb grew, and grew, and when it reached where the dust cloud was, it stopped. The dust settled, and there, was a figure, cloaked entirely in armor as pure as darkness. The figure stood with her palm against the orb, and where the void energy met the hand, a glowing disk of darkness was generated. The figure placed their other palm to the orb, and once again, the odd light generating darkness was created. The figure drew their palms back, the orbs growth still stagnated by the discs. Then, Brooklyn's opponent pushed outward with their palms, and the light darkness spread from their fingers, stretching over the orb of void energy. The figure clenched their fists, and the light darkness punched suddenly inwards, shattering Void Force. Of course, all of the light darkness on the field vanished along with it. Now, it was only Brooklyn, standing in the center of the arena, and the armored figure, standing at the edge. Finally, the armored figure, pulled off their helmet. Her long blond hair fell over the back of the armor, her brilliant white smirk matched her similarly entertained pure blue eyes. Though the tan skin might also throw you off, the figure was most definitely Neena, in all her glory. "Twilight Form." She said simply. The Assassin charged her helmet with the dusk energy she had used before, and threw it at Brooklyn, the helmet speeding towards him faster than a bullet.(Neena's Twilight Form armor: http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141223201844/powerlisting/images/2/2a/Berserker_Armor.jpg Though a tad more feminine.) ~~~~~Rija was working in the kitchen of the cabin. She hummed softly while she did so, a light tune of no consequence. Sounded similar to a lullaby. She mixed together her dry ingredients absentmindedly with a fork. She unfortunately, could not sleep. It was not her fault of course. She could not help but remember such happy times. She had been cooking something in her memory, what it was she could not remember, but it was of no consequence. What mattered was her, minding her own business, humming the same tune she was now. It was a nice tune after all. As she turned around in the kitchen to grab her next ingredient, she remembered hearing a loud crash outside. Immediately, she had run outside, not pausing to take off her floury apron or anything. What she saw when she went outside though, only made her laugh. Her husband, was clinging to the edge of the roof. The reason he was doing so was clear. The ladder was now on the ground, what must have been the crash. She had tasked him with roofing the house. Rija had not bothered asking whether he had worked on roofs before, her husband just knew stuff like that without much effort at all. Whether he knew how to roof or not though, she still had no idea, but he certainly did not know how to climb a ladder."Do you need any help honey? I can grab the roofing from the back if you need me to." She said, teasing him. A regular wife would probably rush a bit quicker to save their loving husbands from falling to their deaths from the rooftops, but Rija was not particularly worried. He could stand up to a fall from that height when he was a toddler. "No, I think I'm good. I didn't need that ladder anyway." He replied, clearly not very worried. He jumped to a windowsill below. Sharpshooter and mocking wife she was, Rija knew that a fall from that height wouldn't even knock the breath out of him. So... She lowered the power on her pistol to something that would hurt like someone throwing a rock at him. And the Soldier shot it at his hand as soon as he grabbed hold of the ledge. Surprised, her husband fell to the ground. The Soldier began laughing, though she stopped when she realized that he was not moving. Rija dashed over to him, and leaned over his face, listening for breathing. What if she had been wrong? Had she just killed him? Suddenly, her lips were sealed in a kiss. Her husband playfully grabbed her and rolled her over so she was on the ground instead of him. They separated for just a second, and they both laughed heartily."What was that for?" She asked him, smiling broadly."For knocking me off the house of course!" Her husband replied in mock anger. Rija restarted the passionate kiss. What happened after that, Rija had no clue. The rest was all gone. Her husband's face was still blurred in her memory, and she could not remember his name, but the feelings for him were intense. Rija added butterscotch chips to her mixture as she continued to hum her little tune. (I could not help but make up a memory of Derik roofing.)

"Damn..." Brooklyn saw the incoming attack... how to counter that? The small balls of metal still lay strewn around the arena... Of Course! With a very narrow dodge back, he grabbed one of the metal balls, flipping up in time to see the Elmer right in front of him, but with metal orb in hand, he took his Keyblade and slammed it as hard as he could on the metal ball and casting Thunder on it at the same time, knocking it right into the helmet, the two deflected one another, the metal ball slammed into the roof of the area and shot off again right at Neena, electric force heading right for her.

(A bit late than what I said, but....)

It took a few seconds for Bronshu to realize he shouted "No I wouldn't!" loud enough for others to hear.  Scratching his head, he then responds:  "Eh heh.  Sorry for that everybody.  I was sort of talking to my friend Diasor.  He is, um, sort of inside my head."  Taking another bite of ham, he thinks:  Great.  Now everyone is going to think I'm a little crazy since I mentioned having someone talking in my head.  Maybe I should try remembering the memory I got back to avoid feeling embarrassed.  Yeah, I'll go do that.  Bronshu closed his eyes, concentrating on the memory he got.

 

He finds himself at the center of the Scramble, the main crossing intersection of Shibuya.  Or at least a place that looked like it.  He had a mission to reach a statue and defeat the monster there in 60 minutes.  But Bronshu wasn't sure which direction to go in.  Trying to figure out where to go, he spots three people running.  They were heading north of where he was, which was the road in front of him.  "Hey, it looks like Isaac, Sayo, and Auron are heading that way.  That must be where the monster is at."  Smiling while pumping his fists, Bronshu said:  "I can't let my friends have all the fun!"  He runs forward, chasing after and catching up with the others.

 

Opening his eyes, Bronshu smiled a little.  "My friends.  To think I forgot about them.  I wonder how they're doing?  Hope none of them are in this mess."

 

~Elsewhere~

Hearing Cordelia, Ranco held his chin with the left hand.  "I suppose I can.  But not knowing where it is could pose a problem.  Then again, I managed to bring us here without knowing its location."  He summoned his keyblade and made a quick spin.  He points it in front of him, light coming out, creating a corridor.  Dismissing the key, Ranco says:  "Ordinarily, I wouldn't commit any sort of thievery action.  But if it means assisting out my apprentice, then so be it."  Considering on taking point, Ranco steps through the portal, thinking:  Rexon.  I hope that you are faring well, wherever you may be.

A net of dusk materialized in front of Neena, and the helmet flew into it, slowing as the net stretched. Finally, it stopped, the mometum having stretched the net to it's fullest, and it sat in front of Neena. She smiled with her smooth white grin, and using her palm, struck the helmet, sending it flying it back towards Brooklyn, flying with a similar amount of force as he had sent upon her. Then, she vanished quickly, appearing high above her opponent, and rained down several arrows, that multiplied as they flew, practically turning the sky black as they fell upon her victim.

~~~~~

Nikolai glanced to his side, where Bronshu lay, and had just said something. Friends? "Hey man, we forget about everything. Including our friends." The Prince said, stretching his hand out, and grasping emptily at the sky. "I can't help but have similar feelings about my friends, them being safe and all. But I have no idea. To be honest, the entire thought of how they're doing now sends a chill down my spine." Nikolai said, sharing his own thoughts with his new comrade. He had no reason not to trust him, and what Nikolai needed, were, well, friends. If there was one thing he had learned of international politics, having powerful allies was always a good thing. If you need to betray them, then so be it. However, at the moment, being a traitor didn't appeal to his sense of morality, especially betraying people in the same plight as he.

 

 

~Elsewhere~

Cordelia nodded, glad that Ranco was willing. She walked through the portal herself, and they found themselves in front of a building. It was very modernistic in it's design, with clean shapes and curves pronouncing the building. And of course, at it's top, it was labeled as The Amnesia Games Museum of the Afterwards. Cordelia quickly strode to the main entrance, and checked the times. Damn. It was already closed. So they couldn't try the same ruse game they had done before. Oh well. Sneaking in would have to do. She looked over the building further, finding that the entire structure was covered in an anti-magic field. Portaling in and out was not an option. "Master Ranco, could you look for an open window or some other more discrete entryway?" Cordelia asked her comrade.

"I guess under normal circumstances.  But I figure with true friends, people you have a great time with and want to help out, you wouldn't forget them so easily any time soon.  And that's how I feel with them."  Bronshu takes another bite of ham.  "It does?  That's kind of weird."

 

~Elsewhere~

"Yes.  I will see to it."  Ranco responds.  He starts his search by walking to the left side of the building.  So far he hasn't seen anything that meant a way inside.  With nothing there, he goes to the back of the museum.  Ranco spots a door there, locked he figured.  Crossing his arms, he thinks:  Here is one way of getting inside.  I could try using my keyblade to open this door.  But I'm not sure I can with this field.  Opening the door may cause some suspicion too.  He looks up on his left and sees a window not too far away.  Going to a corner, Ranco waves over to Cordelia and says:  "Miss Cordelia, I believe I found something."

A net of dusk materialized in front of Neena, and the helmet flew into it, slowing as the net stretched. Finally, it stopped, the mometum having stretched the net to it's fullest, and it sat in front of Neena. She smiled with her smooth white grin, and using her palm, struck the helmet, sending it flying it back towards Brooklyn, flying with a similar amount of force as he had sent upon her. Then, she vanished quickly, appearing high above her opponent, and rained down several arrows, that multiplied as they flew, practically turning the sky black as they fell upon her victim.~~~~~Nikolai glanced to his side, where Bronshu lay, and had just said something. Friends? "Hey man, we forget about everything. Including our friends." The Prince said, stretching his hand out, and grasping emptily at the sky. "I can't help but have similar feelings about my friends, them being safe and all. But I have no idea. To be honest, the entire thought of how they're doing now sends a chill down my spine." Nikolai said, sharing his own thoughts with his new comrade. He had no reason not to trust him, and what Nikolai needed, were, well, friends. If there was one thing he had learned of international politics, having powerful allies was always a good thing. If you need to betray them, then so be it. However, at the moment, being a traitor didn't appeal to his sense of morality, especially betraying people in the same plight as he.~Elsewhere~Cordelia nodded, glad that Ranco was willing. She walked through the portal herself, and they found themselves in front of a building. It was very modernistic in it's design, with clean shapes and curves pronouncing the building. And of course, at it's top, it was labeled as The Amnesia Games Museum of the Afterwards. Cordelia quickly strode to the main entrance, and checked the times. Damn. It was already closed. So they couldn't try the same ruse game they had done before. Oh well. Sneaking in would have to do. She looked over the building further, finding that the entire structure was covered in an anti-magic field. Portaling in and out was not an option. "Master Ranco, could you look for an open window or some other more discrete entryway?" Cordelia asked her comrade.

(For once, I'm going to have to get serious. )

 

The helmet he could evade, barely, but only so. The arrows, however, Brooklyn couldn't account for. They pierced his skin quickly, painfully, he were no more than a pin cushion in a matter of seconds. He fell to the ground, unconscious, bleeding, and tired.

 

"Brooklyn, you can't give up!"

 

"Brooklyn... Where did you go?"

 

"Tch. A weakling, just like you were when you were a kid. You know I could have cleaved her head off with no remorse and yet you hesitate. You'll never come close to stopping me without backbone."

 

"Please! Help me!"

 

"Who's... Saying.. That..."

 

"Brooklyn, wake up!"

 

"It doesn't matter. Even if he could wake up, he's no help for you all. He's useless, weak, I'm honestly surprised he lived this far."

 

"Who is saying that!?" Brooklyn Felt his rage awaken, the arrows in hid body melted away into darkness, into his blood. His body healed it's wounds, and began to be cloaked in a ferocious black wind, the room began to be raged on in by a storm like no other, battering winds cloaked the field in a lush, thick darkness, so sticky one not coated in a fine armor of pure light would only be permanently glued to the floor which they stood. The storm was raging on, and if Neena couldn't halt it, things would get bad quick...

 

(No, he hasn't remembered anything, if your worried about that, just my way of explaining his transformation)

(He has a memory available anyway.)

"Man, you just will not give up and die will you! Stupid stubborn kid!" Neena said, the wind howling around her. She was able to stand her ground, but the darkness nicked her cheek. The scratch glowed gold and healed. In her hand summoned a orb of light the seemed to suck in all the light around it. With orb of dawn in hand, she shot it out, it floated in front of her, until she shot an arrow charged with the dawn mixture into it. It then exploded, sucking all the active dark and light magic into it. Neena began her next move, by dashing in towards Brooklyn, slicing downward with her dark broadsword, putting dusk into it, which allowed a huge wave of dusk magic to shoot out from the edge of the blade.

(Dusk - Mostly dark magic with some light mixed in, allowing it to be more creative and more powerful than either alone.

 Dawn - Mostly light magic with some darkness mixed in, allowing t to be more destructive in nature and more powerful than either alone.

She can use these two magic elements in Twlight Form. )

~~~~~

"Weird? I suppose. Friends are supposed to be always with us huh? And work for the best, support each other, always be ready for anything. Joke around, goof off, or fight battles with each other. Best kinds of people to have around." Nikolai said, ranting slightly. He stopped, then sighed. "I suppose I can't know what it means until I get the rest of my memories." 

 

 

~Elsewhere~

Cordelia jogged over to where Ranco was gesturing. She looked up to the window. "Excellent. That should work. Here." She said, grabbing hold of his arm securely. "Hold on." She said mysteriously. Cordelia took a deep breath. It had been a while since she had done something like this. Suddenly, they both rocketed into the sky. Her eyes locked onto the window, and she tossed out a little hook in midair.The hook grabbed hold of the windows handle, and when she pulled it's attached string, the window opened up. Cordelia then kicked backwards, sending them both propelled into the window. Cordelia rolled to a stop once inside the building. The Dragoon was excellent at what she did. "Let's see if we can find what we're looking for." She said, as she stood up, looking around.

(He has a memory available anyway.)"Man, you just will not give up and die will you! Stupid stubborn kid!" Neena said, the wind howling around her. She was able to stand her ground, but the darkness nicked her cheek. The scratch glowed gold and healed. In her hand summoned a orb of light the seemed to suck in all the light around it. With orb of dawn in hand, she shot it out, it floated in front of her, until she shot an arrow charged with the dawn mixture into it. It then exploded, sucking all the active dark and light magic into it. Neena began her next move, by dashing in towards Brooklyn, slicing downward with her dark broadsword, putting dusk into it, which allowed a huge wave of dusk magic to shoot out from the edge of the blade.(Dusk - Mostly dark magic with some light mixed in, allowing it to be more creative and more powerful than either alone. Dawn - Mostly light magic with some darkness mixed in, allowing t to be more destructive in nature and more powerful than either alone.She can use these two magic elements in Twlight Form. )~~~~~"Weird? I suppose. Friends are supposed to be always with us huh? And work for the best, support each other, always be ready for anything. Joke around, goof off, or fight battles with each other. Best kinds of people to have around." Nikolai said, ranting slightly. He stopped, then sighed. "I suppose I can't know what it means until I get the rest of my memories."   ~Elsewhere~Cordelia jogged over to where Ranco was gesturing. She looked up to the window. "Excellent. That should work. Here." She said, grabbing hold of his arm securely. "Hold on." She said mysteriously. Cordelia took a deep breath. It had been a while since she had done something like this. Suddenly, they both rocketed into the sky. Her eyes locked onto the window, and she tossed out a little hook in midair.The hook grabbed hold of the windows handle, and when she pulled it's attached string, the window opened up. Cordelia then kicked backwards, sending them both propelled into the window. Cordelia rolled to a stop once inside the building. The Dragoon was excellent at what she did. "Let's see if we can find what we're looking for." She said, as she stood up, looking around.

The broadsword clanged against cold, dark steel. The winds were only a diversion, as his body were cloaked in dark armor, repelling the Dusk as well, seeing as its mostly light. Brooklyn no longer had two Keyblades, however he now had a much larger, longer one. Black and red, covered in talons and at its hilt, the eye of a Raven. It's teeth grew out to resemble bat's legs, and the blade a mixture between a tattered bat wing and a birds, almost as if the bird were shading it's feathers and becoming a bat. The pitch black armor only looked at Neena. "Enemy?" He looked at the blade thrown at him, and the dissipating energy from the Dusk shot, leaving a minor crack in his gauntles, one which he filled quickly, his helmet turned to Neena. "Enemy." His voice couldn't be heard, but somehow you could hear he was saying something. "Enemy..." Pulsing with emotion. "Enemy..". In the blackness of his mind a mental image of his team that he recently remembered, snow, the man who beat his friends up... "Enemy." The puzzled armored Brooklyn couldn't understand what exactly was going on. "Why, you my enemy..?" He looked at the great sword she swung at him "Enemy." He repeated this for what seemed like forever. In diffrent tones, voices, volumes, it rung in the arena. "Enemy...?" he questioned again. His arm tightened around his Keyblade's handle. "I see. Enemy. Villan. Scoundrel. Keeping us from our goal. Madness, isn't it?" he Began laughing hysterically. "Enemy!" The voices began to yell, with excitement. Yes, yes, Enemy! Crush the enemy of which try to refuse you life! From the blood shead which wince the blade were tempered had been of no use to whom opposed it! They dance and sing, die, die, die!" he released the blade, turning away. "What is which you want of mine? My blood splattered for what? A memory? Foolish sentement? By which you would commit a péché of bloodshed? And what else? It's not like you can hide your darkness from me." He swung the Keyblade he had around nonchalantly. "You hate this, don't you?" He waved the blade like a disapproving finger. "Ohohoh. How I feel that darkness come from you. Like a fine Pěche, ripe for plucking out of your weak little tree of a body." He vanished, appearing behind Neena, and relieving her of a strand of her hair. "A single lock of the ever so ripe fruit's fuzz. Of how I cannot wait to split it open?! For you see I am sin, and the blood of your tiny little pěche will drip down my throat ever so sweetly. Like the honey of a bee or nectar of a god, I dare say the darkness in your blood will ooze out quite nicely from your head, you see!? For you are much like every other dead body, the pit of the pěche. Hard and useless unless one wanted to plant another tree. But what use is that, the fruit is bountiful like life, you see?! We can throw the pits our because there are so many of their fruit, another one would just mean the rest would have to rot around it!" He vanished again, now above her, in a lying position."Say, do you understand what I mean?" He asked, holding his keyblade on his shoulder, the armor he wore clang with every time he tapped the guard, waiting for an answer to his question.

"Yeah.  I hope it goes better for you."  Bronshu replies.  He gets up, yawns, and starts stretching.  "Oh man I'm tired.  I didn't think I'd feel like this.  I'm going to get some sleep so goodnight guys.  Oh, and thanks for the great dinner Nikolai."  Bronshu grabs his cot and looks for a place to rest.  Finding a good spot he puts it down, lays on it, and tries to get some sleep.

 

~Elsewhere~

Ranco lands on his left knee when he gets inside.  "You amaze me with your talents miss Cordelia."  he comments.  He stands and looks around.  Hearing what he she said, he replied:  "Yes, let's see."  Ranco starts his search for the device, wherever it might be.

Neena looked to Brooklyn, her eyes full of fury. Their eyes were locked for a few moments. Then she spat in his face. Directly. "Screw you." She said. Neena suddenly vanished into thin air. She reappeared above Brooklyn, a golden ninjato flashing down, the power of a wave of dawn also colliding towards him. She landed and dodged swiftly backwards, flipping until she was a decent bit away. She crouched, her golden ninjato held backhand. She was dressed in two wide pieces of golden cloth wrapped around her chest and waist. Her skin was pale and her hair was black and done up in a ponytail. The other half of Twilight Form had made it's appearance. She looked towards Brooklyn. "You are a child. Selfish, immature, but certain of his own righteousness and goodness simply because of who he is. A moron. I do not care. You are a target, a wielder of the keyblade, and I always hunt down and destroy my target, no matter the price." She flashed out of existence, appearing in front of Brooklyn. She sliced her blade faster than light, the weapon charged with huge amounts of destructive dawn. Finally, satisfied with her barrage of attacks, she vanished again, reappearing farther away. She lifted her hands to the sky, then swung them down, a giant hammer of dusk being created and falling faster than gravity could pull it towards her opponent.

 

~Elsewhere~

Cordelia joins Ranco in the search of the device. "Heh. Thanks. I'm a little rusty though." She said, attempting to deflect attention from her. She was not proud of the abilities she had aquired. They were a means to an end, and if it did not mean the end of these games, she would not use them. They search, Cordelia eventually catching sight of a sign that pointed towards an area on air drops. "Perhaps that is where it could be?" She said, pointing towards the area.

Neena looked to Brooklyn, her eyes full of fury. Their eyes were locked for a few moments. Then she spat in his face. Directly. "Screw you." She said. Neena suddenly vanished into thin air. She reappeared above Brooklyn, a golden ninjato flashing down, the power of a wave of dawn also colliding towards him. She landed and dodged swiftly backwards, flipping until she was a decent bit away. She crouched, her golden ninjato held backhand. She was dressed in two wide pieces of golden cloth wrapped around her chest and waist. Her skin was pale and her hair was black and done up in a ponytail. The other half of Twilight Form had made it's appearance. She looked towards Brooklyn. "You are a child. Selfish, immature, but certain of his own righteousness and goodness simply because of who he is. A moron. I do not care. You are a target, a wielder of the keyblade, and I always hunt down and destroy my target, no matter the price." She flashed out of existence, appearing in front of Brooklyn. She sliced her blade faster than light, the weapon charged with huge amounts of destructive dawn. Finally, satisfied with her barrage of attacks, she vanished again, reappearing farther away. She lifted her hands to the sky, then swung them down, a giant hammer of dusk being created and falling faster than gravity could pull it towards her opponent.

 

~Elsewhere~

Cordelia joins Ranco in the search of the device. "Heh. Thanks. I'm a little rusty though." She said, attempting to deflect attention from her. She was not proud of the abilities she had aquired. They were a means to an end, and if it did not mean the end of these games, she would not use them. They search, Cordelia eventually catching sight of a sign that pointed towards an area on air drops. "Perhaps that is where it could be?" She said, pointing towards the area.

The slashed... Each with a clang, Brooklyn moved. Dodging and blocking  most of the strikes, only taking one to the side or leg here and there, Brooklyn laughed.  

"Foolish sentiment. You judge me by your delusional little world, so small. You must have traveled many places, oh so many..." Brooklyn looked at his Keyblade, longer than probably normally wield-able. "Such a small world!" The room exploded into darkness, such a pitch black darkness that even light of a bright sun, freshly made, would not show any more than that of a nearly-dead flashlight. "...For you still judge by right and wrong. Good and evil. Like a little fairy tale. Let me tell you, girl..." The keyblade in his hand glowed brightly, enough for the two of them to see each other, but only faintly. "In this world, as many others, good and evil is just an illusion made to make us think what we are doing is for the best. We are not evil, oh, no." in the purple haze, memories gained so far for the both of them echoed about...

 

Meanwhile, in another realm...

 

The world was completely drenched in light, in which Brooklyn and Neena both stood, unarmed, without transformations. In this, Brooklyn looked to Neena, and simply asked: "Why? What shadow that which clouds ye beating chest with such ungrace which causes your revile of a person over a mere trinket. Say what which a child born of you would stand and be presented with such an accursed weapon and would you slay them, too? For one side we see which is darkness...

 

"In this world, there is no light. No safetynet. You can't just say "I hate you, so I will kill you.". You have no reason other than to kill me other than I hold this..." He tossed the blade right at her, as it neared, caused it to return to him, the light of their area dimming with it's disappearance, and its glow when it dissolved the air around Brooklyn's hand and reformed itself within that space. "But you only count on this weapon for your enemy. Which light do our eyes deceive us to stab a brother or sister? One of power and fear alone." The cracks in Brooklyn's armor began to smooth over again, "I dare say that you best calm your tude, young woman. Or I will have to destroy you painfully, instead of quickly..."

 

..Is the other's light. What dare be your purpose? Be it good enough and maybe I can convince what beast that which been released from my own blood to sleep again." The unarmored, unarmed Brooklyn only stated. "I would not dare even try move yourself here, for which actions we take here are folly, this is a place of which I come to talk when my body no longer listens to my command. Nothing we do here will change the world outside. I would answer quickly, you body and my own will have to take a moment for processing our actions here before we continue. If you want this to stop now, before I cannot do anything else to help you, I would suggest taking this opportunity here and now."

 

(To explain this, the orb which they are in is a separate place from the white world one, which is on the plain of human thought instead of the physical one. Dark mode forces what Brooklyn is to be pushed out in exchange for more power, but it has to go somewhere. When the fight is said and done, he reverts and leaves this plain. When the real fight starts, Brooklyn won't be just talking/dodging and blocking every blow, but for purpose of keeping everything fair, I wrote it like this. Both of us are sort of stuck at no damage so we can get this little moment here done, which I planned if I were forced to Dark Mode.)

~Elsewhere~

Gazing to the place Cordelia was pointing to, Ranco takes a few steps towards there.  "Hm. It is a good chance it might be there."  Trying to get a good look of the area, he mentions:  "There's also a chance of a security system active in the vicinity.  But I don't seen anything of the sort.  It is either well hidden or nonexistent."

Neena looked at Brooklyn. Her expression was droll, as if bored. She sighed, and sat. "I know what the answer you are looking for is. You want to me to say that I have reconsidered my ways and will never kill again, blah, blah, blah. Or you want an extremely logical argument that no one could refute. What you are going to get is neither of those things. I have met several delightful keybladers, pleasant in manner, kind, compassionate, a general joy to be around. They are now dead. Because of me. It is an unpleasant fact that I have learned is and always will be true, that the Keyblade is a weapon born only to destroy and kill anything and everything around it. Its existence is the problem, and at the moment, the only way I have found to properly eliminate the Keyblade is to kill it's wielders. Do you want the cold hard evidence yet? Or have you already understood that there is nothing you can do to stop me? In any case, you will not be getting any evidence, only anecdotes. My home was obliterated by the Keyblade, an ally was betrayed by one of his own side, countless lives changed for the worse, none can convince me that it is not the fault of the Keyblade. What else could explain such large scale destruction and chaos?" Neena finished her little speech, her expression still tired. She had to say this speech so many gaddang times. "Now then, can we move along before I lose my adrenaline sitting in here?"

 

~Elsewhere~

Cordelia looked to the area herself. "A security system. That is a thought that I had not considered." Cordelia said. She looked around the area carefully, spotting a single camera. "They must not be expecting too much crime to have such light measures." She mentioned. Cordelia pulled out a knife, and threw it swiftly at the camera, breaking the lens. "We should move quickly now. It may not be long before they come check us out. But at least we won't be recognized." Cordelia said, moving into the exhibit.

Neena looked at Brooklyn. Her expression was droll, as if bored. She sighed, and sat. "I know what the answer you are looking for is. You want to me to say that I have reconsidered my ways and will never kill again, blah, blah, blah. Or you want an extremely logical argument that no one could refute. What you are going to get is neither of those things. I have met several delightful keybladers, pleasant in manner, kind, compassionate, a general joy to be around. They are now dead. Because of me. It is an unpleasant fact that I have learned is and always will be true, that the Keyblade is a weapon born only to destroy and kill anything and everything around it. Its existence is the problem, and at the moment, the only way I have found to properly eliminate the Keyblade is to kill it's wielders. Do you want the cold hard evidence yet? Or have you already understood that there is nothing you can do to stop me? In any case, you will not be getting any evidence, only anecdotes. My home was obliterated by the Keyblade, an ally was betrayed by one of his own side, countless lives changed for the worse, none can convince me that it is not the fault of the Keyblade. What else could explain such large scale destruction and chaos?" Neena finished her little speech, her expression still tired. She had to say this speech so many gaddang times. "Now then, can we move along before I lose my adrenaline sitting in here?"

 

~Elsewhere~

Cordelia looked to the area herself. "A security system. That is a thought that I had not considered." Cordelia said. She looked around the area carefully, spotting a single camera. "They must not be expecting too much crime to have such light measures." She mentioned. Cordelia pulled out a knife, and threw it swiftly at the camera, breaking the lens. "We should move quickly now. It may not be long before they come check us out. But at least we won't be recognized." Cordelia said, moving into the exhibit.

"This you see, is your own irony." Brooklyn looked though the white void. He stared into it's great emptiness. "You proclaim that the keyblade means death to all around it. Yet you kill even those who seek to defeat what evil there is. This is a fault in humans: Some of us are born evil. Most don't make it to power, most sit in their quiet corners and waste away with the rest of the world, deciding that their evil is just no use as they are weak."

 

Visions of average people within a building filled the landscape, some, only some, with lighting on them. "But, with power, awakens evil, gives it ability, gives it form."

 

These highlighted people suddenly unveiled guns, killing many of their fellow people in cold blood. The gore went on for as long as these people to kill every single man, woman, and child in the area. Stealing their valuables, and leaving. 

 

"Evil is only brought out by power. Power comes in many forms. For some, it's strength."

 

Two men beating a third as his child watched on from the background, killing him, filled the white space.

 

"For others, it is the weakness of humans."

 

Men, robbing others of items again filled the area. 

 

"For others, they justify evil by destroying everything they see as evil."

 

Neena's memories, once again, of killing many, flooded the room.

 

"You justify your own personal evil by saying that you are destroying it. In reality, nothing is good, nothing is evil. This world, like many others, has been..."

 

The light faded away, vision now vanishing, only the force of intense winds slamming into her body could Neena feel.

 

"...Connected. Tied to the rest, like humanity is tied to imperfection and evil. Evil we only perpetuate by allowing ourselves to deem any action we do as good or bad."

 

A much deeper, more sinister voice took over from here...

 

"Neither will darkness swallow the light, or the light burn away the shadows... Evil is part of our nature, no matter how you try and rationalize it as good. Much like these worlds, these worlds of darkness and light, it is all how we decide to rationalize good and evil!"

 

Both Neena and Brooklyn regained their sense of self. In a few moments, they caught up with this new information. "I see... You are blinded by hatred, this generates your evil... Well, how unfortunate..."

 

 

"You've made a mistake, Mrs. Neena, You believe that evil is just such a simple a matter as using tunnel vision on who you deem unworthy of life..."

 

The back of Brooklyn's armor sprouted white, bright wings, translucent, not physically there, but so realistic that they look like the wings of how we picture angels today. A purple ooze leaked from his suit, supple with darkness and fragmented light.

 

"You have decided your own fate... The Red Cross of Oblivion." An "X" appeared in the air, littered with sharpened thorns and jagged edges, it's simple look was plenty enough to give one a feeling as though they had been stabbed fatally.

 

"The Omen of Life." A purple, beating heart symbol appeared in the center of the cross, it looked disgusting, like that of a real heart ripped from ones own flesh...

 

"And the Final Rest..." A skull, simple as could be, sat at each corner of the "X". The teeth of which were grotesquely long.

 

"...Welcome your doom and peace! As there is only good-"

 

He aimed the Keyblade into the center of the three symbols, moving it to where Neena was. The room turned into frightening white, then a somber grey.

 

"In death! This is the end, Void Flare!"

 

The room filled with intense, punishing explosions, only the very air around Brooklyn was completely safe, the worst was at the core of the explosion: Where the symbols had been placed. Neena was more towards the end of it, but by no means was she safe from the explosion...

"People like you will never understand! I have made my choices, to sacrifice my own soul for saving the life of others! A pathetic keyblade wielder could never understand the strength it takes to withstand the pressure of the choices I made each and every day. For each life I took, I saved thousands of others, for each notch upon my bow is one more boulder upon my back in the Fields of Punishment! I have accepted this! You cannot stop a woman that has nothing more to lose!" Neena yelled ferociously, her voice echoing around the arena, a lion's roar. Her eyes were full of fury. She could forgive this foolish kid. But she could never, ever, forgive that accursed weapon. So, he would die with it. Still dressed in her Dawn Wrap, Neena suddenly started bouncing around the arena at extremely high speeds, whenever she hit a side or border she ricocheted to another end of the arena, dodging explosions narrowly as she went. Each time she impacted, a split second would happen as she stopped and placed a dusk chain link on the surface. Finally, she hit the very top of the arena, above Brooklyn. She dived down at extreme speeds, passing straight through an explosion as she fell. The explosion hurt, burned, so, so much, but Neena would not be stopped by it. Not yet. She landed in front of Brooklyn, a shockwave emanating from her upon impact. She stood, wearing Dusk Armor. The explosions continued to ripple around her, the searing heat warping her vision and causing her skin to blister even under the armor. She hefted her broadsword, and swung it with velocity incapable of being produced by even a god. The blade glowed with dawn, and as soon as it neared her opponent, the chain links all across the arena sprung into motion, twisting all around the arena, until several dozen chains hurtled towards Brooklyn, intending to chain him up and burn his entire essence with their dusk nature. "The Chains of the Abused, a symbol of a hurt and shamed populace, only to be used against those that might be tyrants. Burn." Neena said, her tone cold with a more stony wrath. She could still feel the pain of the void explosions, but if it meant the end of this Keyblade, she would feel the pain of a thousand suns.

"People like you will never understand! I have made my choices, to sacrifice my own soul for saving the life of others! A pathetic keyblade wielder could never understand the strength it takes to withstand the pressure of the choices I made each and every day. For each life I took, I saved thousands of others, for each notch upon my bow is one more boulder upon my back in the Fields of Punishment! I have accepted this! You cannot stop a woman that has nothing more to lose!" Neena yelled ferociously, her voice echoing around the arena, a lion's roar. Her eyes were full of fury. She could forgive this foolish kid. But she could never, ever, forgive that accursed weapon. So, he would die with it. Still dressed in her Dawn Wrap, Neena suddenly started bouncing around the arena at extremely high speeds, whenever she hit a side or border she ricocheted to another end of the arena, dodging explosions narrowly as she went. Each time she impacted, a split second would happen as she stopped and placed a dusk chain link on the surface. Finally, she hit the very top of the arena, above Brooklyn. She dived down at extreme speeds, passing straight through an explosion as she fell. The explosion hurt, burned, so, so much, but Neena would not be stopped by it. Not yet. She landed in front of Brooklyn, a shockwave emanating from her upon impact. She stood, wearing Dusk Armor. The explosions continued to ripple around her, the searing heat warping her vision and causing her skin to blister even under the armor. She hefted her broadsword, and swung it with velocity incapable of being produced by even a god. The blade glowed with dawn, and as soon as it neared her opponent, the chain links all across the arena sprung into motion, twisting all around the arena, until several dozen chains hurtled towards Brooklyn, intending to chain him up and burn his entire essence with their dusk nature. "The Chains of the Abused, a symbol of a hurt and shamed populace, only to be used against those that might be tyrants. Burn." Neena said, her tone cold with a more stony wrath. She could still feel the pain of the void explosions, but if it meant the end of this Keyblade, she would feel the pain of a thousand suns.

"And to you, the same!" Brooklyn drew back the keyblade as the chains raced for him, the edging of the weapon stabbing into her back, Brooklyn span slamming her against the back of this arena, the grey shattered into the original arena, shards of it sticking into Neena's outfit, and through it, the chains made a grab for Brooklyn, but this was the end. "Blackest void of negative world, swallow us together into everlasting Nothing!" a vortex of swirling darkness swallowed them both, the chains grabbing onto Brooklyn at the last moment, keeping him from being sucked away. With his head, he motioned for his dark armor to swallow him up. It consumed him, in that instant, and he became one of the beings of Darkness, shackled forever in their endless pursuit of freedom. Such simple chains like these could not hold a being so swallowed in darkness, he melted through their bind, landing back on the original arena's ground. "Come on out. I know sending you into that would be far from enough to kill you." This old, hollowed voice spat out. "Sending you to the Edge of Nothing would never kill something like you, and if you don't come back of your own will, our oh, so gracious host will surely return you." Brooklyn's armor reformed as a solid object again, his next attack was a guaranteed end all. However, the cut he took was severe. His shoulder had a deep strike into it, his armor and Darkness helped null the pain and allowed him to keep moving it, but it wasn't going to be of much use from here on in. The armor reformed, though cracked now, it didn't have enough energy left to repair itself after every harsh blow.

~Elsewhere~

"Right.  Let's get to it."  Ranco replied after seeing Cordelia break the camera.  He enters the exhibit and takes a look around.  So far he hasn't seen what he was looking for.  Just a couple of potted plants and a few pamphlets on a table.  No resemblance of any device.  Ranco walks around, but spots something on a stand.  Tilting his head, he points his right hand and says:  "Miss Cordelia, do you suppose that's it?"

{Dom}

Dom continued to feel edgy as Nikolai cooked. This waiting for the next "challenge" to happen was getting unbearable.

"Get it together, Locke." She muttered to herself.

She sat down on a cot, trying to will herself to calm down. She thought it was working, till the Watcher's announcement. She was up with her weapon out after the first word. Grumbling under her breath, Dom sat back down, but kept her Gunblade unholstered. She was working on being calm again when the Watcher got to the part about her memory.

"Here we go again." She thought.

Dom expected the head pain she had with her last memory, but now she just felt...sleepy.

 

 

 

Dom was jarred awake by a slap to her leg.

"Come on, sleepyhead." Kowalski, the team's tracker, said jovially. "You don't want to miss the drop zone."

Yawning, Dom stretched.

"Pardon the term, but 'as if'." She shot back, grinning a little. "Not even a night like last night can keep me from beating you all ground side."

A deep laugh came from the giant Callahan, the heavy weapons expert and Dom's best friend.

"You didn't beat Maxwell to the ground." The giant bellowed. "He went over like a tree."

The whole patrol laughed. Maxwell was a universally despised pilot from the air corp. So, when Dom drank him under the table, there was much rejoicing.

A small smile remained on Dom's lips as the whole patrol readied for a drop in the wilderness of Hollow Bastion. She hadn't had many friends growing up, and had had none during her time at the academy. But now, with this squad, she felt she belonged.

The bay doors at the back of the gummi dropship slowly opened as a red light came on. The team got on their feet and did a quick check on their repel lines.

"You don't suppose we'll find some Funguses this time around?" Kowalski asked, sounding hopeful.

"With our luck, we'll have Fat Bodies and Wyverns." Dom said as she took her place next to Kowalski as the first two to jump.

The trapper sighed. He kept a journal on what types of Heartless he had slain, and was now just short some of the rare fungus type from having everything in the codex. The light turned green before the teasing from behind could really start. Dom ran and dived out of the dropship, letting the exhilaration of falling fill her. 15 feet above the ground, she tightened her grip on the rope, and lowered gently to the ground. She was joined by the rest of her patrol in twos till they were all down. With Kowalski taking the lead, the patrol set out over the rocky terrain of Hollow Bastion.

After half an hour of nothing much, Kowalski found signs of a Neoshadow pack that passed through a gully not long ago. Following those tracks with caution, the patrol was led to a box canyon where Neoshadows were gathering. With a few smirks, the team set up quietly, then proceeded to open fire on the Heartless from medium range. It was a text book op, until Dom felt the ground shake beneath her. The hand of a Darkside punched through the ground a few yards behind the patrol.

"By the stars, we don't have the fire power for a Darkside!" Mendez, the medic, cried out.

"Stow it, Mendez!" Dom shouted. "Callahan! Light this SOB up!"

The giant complied and swung his heavy machine gun around to fire on the rising Darkside as it pulled itself out of the ground. With the Giant Heartless blocking their retreat, the patrol was forced to fight back through the Neoshadows. Dom was directing her team when she heard Callahan yell in surprise. Three Shadow Heartless were climbing up him, getting dangerously close to his heart.

"Hold on!" She yelled, dropping her rifle.

She ran to her friend's side, pulling out her Gunblade sidearm and slicing off one of the Shadows in the same motion. She made short work of the other two Shadows.

"Thanks for the save." Callahan beamed.

A second later, Callahan was crushed by the Darkside's massive fist. Dom was sent flying from the impact, her Gunblade flying out of her grasp. She hit a bolder hard with her left side and arm when landed. An audible crack and shooting pain informed Dom her arm was broken.

Laying against the bolder, Dom watched as her team was slowly being surrounded. One Neoshadows broke off from the pack and charged straight at her. With her head still shaken up, she reacted like most people would. She closed her eyes and tried to shield her self with her one good arm. Behind her eyelids, Dom registered a bright light appeared inches from her face and a weight in her hand. She opened an-

 

 

Dom snapped awake in a sweat, sitting bolt up right in the cot. She breathed heavy as she replied the memory in her head. She slowly pulled off her ocular patch and touched both of her sightless eyes. She had been seeing normally in the memory. She had hope in the memory. She had a life. But that light at the end...she wasn't sure how she knew, but she was certain that that light was the start of her life going straight to hell.

 

{Terranort}

Terry wasn't sure he liked the idea of handing off the player items to someone else for delivery, but then then again he had trust issues. He followed Severa as she lead the way back to the HQ, feeling oddly awkward in this situation.

"So...how did you come to be here?" He asked, trying to take his mind off the situation.

Neena suddenly sprung out from a dark corridor, leaping and slashing down with her broadsword with huge amounts of strength. Once landed upon the ground she disappeared into a new dark corridor in the ground, reappearing farther away. She held out her crossbow with one hand, and fired off several shots that halfway through she cloaked with dusk to make them invisible. "The more I fight you, the more I hate you. I didn't think that was possible. But I suppose that this is going to be a night of firsts." Neena called to Brooklyn, still donned in her Dusk Armor. Suddenly she sprung back into action, charging towards Brooklyn, creating a large variety of weapons of dusk, that moved with her. Upon reaching her target, she immediately began to sweep with broadsword as the other weapons stabbed and sliced towards her opponent. In the middle of this move she switched into her Dawn Wrap, and all the weapons she had exploded in a huge burst of Dawn. But Neena herself continued her own barrage of strikes, flowing gracefully from movement to movement, flipping, teleporting, and rolling all around in attempts to throw Brooklyn off.

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Ryonne awoke when Dom had moved so suddenly. He looked to the woman. He knew very little about her, despite being with her this entire time. He knew she was capable, cautious, strategic, and an overall excellent ally. Aside from that... "Memory?" He asked her quietly, hoping that if they did carry a conversation it would not wake up the others.

 

~Elsewhere~

Cordelia looked to where Ranco had pointed. She saw a round, sphere like thing. It looked to be made of metal, and had a fist shaped hole in one side. She glanced to the plaque underneath, that listed it as the device they were looking for. She smiled. Excellent. "Indeed." She said. The Dragoon scooped it up with her arm, then motioned to the way they came in. "We should get out of here as fast as we can."

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Severa didn't look back to Terranort. She still didn't trust him. He was a "Nort", a form of the legendary Seeker of Darkness. No citizen under the Light's regime didn't learn about that man. "I died. The same way we all did. I must assume you've been watching the Games? I'm working with you guys so that way my mate Ryonne doesn't end up dead at the end of these dang games."

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Neena suddenly sprung out from a dark corridor, leaping and slashing down with her broadsword with huge amounts of strength. Once landed upon the ground she disappeared into a new dark corridor in the ground, reappearing farther away. She held out her crossbow with one hand, and fired off several shots that halfway through she cloaked with dusk to make them invisible. "The more I fight you, the more I hate you. I didn't think that was possible. But I suppose that this is going to be a night of firsts." Neena called to Brooklyn, still donned in her Dusk Armor. Suddenly she sprung back into action, charging towards Brooklyn, creating a large variety of weapons of dusk, that moved with her. Upon reaching her target, she immediately began to sweep with broadsword as the other weapons stabbed and sliced towards her opponent. In the middle of this move she switched into her Dawn Wrap, and all the weapons she had exploded in a huge burst of Dawn. But Neena herself continued her own barrage of strikes, flowing gracefully from movement to movement, flipping, teleporting, and rolling all around in attempts to throw Brooklyn off.

 

 

Each shot at Brooklyn was blocked or dodged, save the occasional scrape from a slash or two that went his way. But there was no more time for games. "Hate... Why do you hate the very thing you are? You feign righteousness, when you've never even stopped to think of the millions of lives you ruined, cut short, even the people who were connected to Wielders, but not ones themselves. All you've done is stoop to the level of the ones who harmed you."

 

Brooklyn felt his Keyblade charge with energy, dodging every move he could, blocking every strike he could. 

 

"You would kill anyone, even your own kids at this point, if they just so happened to be chosen by this thing. You don't even know what they would do with it. This key is no more than a sword, in reality. What it means is it's truth. This key was one I used to swear an oath to my team, to my home, to the people I love, so I have more reason to beat you! I have more right to! This key means I accept my evil, I accept my sin, if it means I can do what is necessary to save my friends, my comrades, my world, and my life! And you killing me here will not help me in that goal! My evil is that I want to save everyone I can, so I'll kill whatever dares attack them. And I'll win."

 

 

(Couldn't find the vocal-less track, which fits better, but oh, well)

 

From that instant forth, Brooklyn predicted her next Teleport location, forcing closed every Dark and Light portal in the area, his Keyblade grew long and began to sparkle like a gemstone. "Scythe Recoil Rock active..." He drew his blade back, and with great speed, slashed at Neena as she reappeared, and another, and another, the blade continued to grow longer and longer, wider and wider, the strokes faster and faster. Left, up right, spinning slash, upper left, downwards, the slashes and stabs at this point reached though the hole of the arena. Teleports, slashes generating energy waves at the brunt of them, he kept slashing everywhere, in every direction, hitting in a area of effect. The blade only grew larger, cutting the land of the arena, the sides, everything there was. Even if he didn't hit her, he would bury her in the limits of the arena, he refused a loss. If it came to it, a draw was necessary. The slashes kept coming, at this point he already had preformed nearly a thousand slashes in the area. Brooklyn refused to allow her any sort of victory here, layering his strikes with portals linked to the Dark and Light portal areas, he produced shots cleaving though as much as he could. The arena was, for the most part, toast, Brooklyn's incredibly high-speed slashes had cut rubble into sand, the pile of what was once the Arena sat with an already staggering one-thousand ninety-two strike attack,

 

Above the area, as far as he could get out, he opened portals to both the Dark and Light realm, he took the Keyblade, and his last set of main slashes was about to begin. First, a long Horizontal, then following that, a diagonal downward strike from the end-point of the last slash, a diagonal upward slash after that, and then another downward, still staying to the points, intersecting the lines he made in the air with the blade, he drove the blade in a diagonal up once again, creating a five-pointed star. His arms then retreated back, bubbles of pure shadow generating at each point, he aimed a stab at the center of the star and executed it quickly.

 

The arena filled with beams of pure darkness pouring onto the area, the only safe area was exactly behind Brooklyn. But he was on the move. Along the beams of Darkness, the star dragged him, at full force, right to the center of the Light portal first, he shot threw it, the beam being slightly cut off by the portal's limits, the light burned him, but he left it in the next instance, into the Darkness. Blasting through there. And finally, back to the Arena. The beams in each world exploded as Brooklyn let the Keyblade guide his final stab: Right at Neena.