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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDiJAjpO_Ck

 

{Alexi}

Alexi Strannov watched the rain pelt one of the windows in his office. That was the thing about this world. It was always dark and overcast, raining half the time. Alexi found it strangely comforting. He got up from his chair and walked over to the window to look out over the city scape around him. As far as he had searched, the whole world seemed to be a city, but hadn't searched too far. Creatures lurked out there, but there were a couple of city blocks that they stayed away from. Alexi couldn't think of a better place to direct the Decolor from.

A beep from a clock on his desk told him that one of his teams were starting a mission now. Silently, he wished them luck, then turned to leave his office. It was time to check on some of the others.

 

{The Ulthor}

The 4 man assassin team known as the Ulthor appeared in a secret area in the back alley ways of Twilight Town. The leader of the team, Thet, went to the shrouded entrance of the entry point, checking for anything suspicious.

"Clear." she informed the others in an even tone.

"What, you expected something?" Alph, the teams gunslinger/marksmen, asked sourly. "For the love of the Witch, we were told it was clear."

Thet gave Alph a look that could keep ice cream from melting.

"If you want to die so badly, fine." she said coldly. "But you are not taking the rest of us with you."

Rho, the youngest member of the team, cleared his throat, hoping to divert the argument he saw coming.

"Always best to check." he said, managing a smile. "Remember what happened in Port Royal."

An audible sigh came from the final member of the Ulthor, the assassin Cron.

"Don't get my hopes up, sunshine." She said wistfully. "At least that was fun."

"You can worry about fun later." Thet said, regarding her team. "Now, we have a job."

Though he looked annoyed by Thet, Alph brightened up as the mention of the job.

"And you don't worry about the job, Thet." he said, waving a brief case he held absently. "That wielder will be smoldering in Hades before he knows what hit him."

Thet nodded.

"We all know the plan." she said. "Let's begin. Move out."

In single file, the Ulthor exited the Entry Point, using the alleys to navigate through Twilight Town.

 

(The armor did the rest, if the pick was forceful enough to slammher into the ground)

(Like I had said ealier, the pick would only be a few inches long at best, being slammed through your armor would make it shorter probably (metal folding/bending/crumbling, ect) and a throwing pick has to be smaller than an 16th of an inch at the tip to be able to penitent the body, the only thing you should a got was a pinprick worth of damage, nothing that bad...)

(For the love of hot dogs, people! If you want to continue your "discussion" of what just happened, then do so else where. This thread is for the game.){Rho}Blushing a little himself, Rho let go of Dawn's hand and half turned away from her, hoping she didn't see the blush."Don't mention it." He said while rubbing the back of his head. He was trying to go for casual cool, but not pulling it off well.Training kicked in as the young Decolor Agent started looking for an exit stratagem. "We'd better keep moving." He said. "If you need to stick around here, there is a few back exits I can lead you to. If not, I really think we should head for somewhere else."He thought a moment, then brightened up."Maybe the beach." He said.{Thet}Thet watched as the fighting escalated. With most of the civis out of harms way, it was time to call the mission. She reached down and twisted the face of her wrist watch a little."Ulthor commander to all Decolor listening." She said, know using a frequency the whole Decolor used. "If you are listening and at the Plaza in Twilight Town, I suggest evac. This is still a occupied world, which means more baddies are coming."With that, she silently wished Alph luck, then joined the last few survivors as they made their way away from the Plaza.{Cron}Cron crept up and was laying beside Lunaris and Hotaru without making a sound."Hello there." She said cheerfully, though at a suitable low volume. "Good to see you two out and about. Doing alright?"{Freyja}Freyja's holographic form appeared before Sarah on the console, with Freyja standing at attention with her hands behind her back."Acknowledged, Captain." The AI confirmed.The Yggdrasil accelerated and banked right, towards the mountains as ordered. With fighters closing and opening fire, Freyja rerouted more power to the engines and aft shields. Countermeasures, designed to confuse targeting sensors and missile lock on, were fired to cover the Yggdrasil's escape, but no lethal force was used.After a moment, the sound of shield hits died down. Freyja looked slightly off to her left, then smiled slightly."We are already out of range of their weapons." She reported. "Losing them in the mountins will take an estimated time of 35.24 seconds."Her eyes swiveled to the right, focusing on something not there."Capital ship entering orbit. Early indicators suggest a non-pursuit course."{~*Twilight Town; Plaza*~}A cringing clerk surried over to Typhon, bowing on occasion."Sir, I received word that Queen Mercedies is arriving." He said, nervously. "She is interested in..."The Clark's voice trailed off and he just gestured to Zion.{Alexi}Alexi patted Severus on the shoulder."Have fun." He said, and wondered off as the three neophyte Keybladers attacked Severus.The Grey Monk walked down a short passage, listening to the sounds of battle. He would have preferred to stay and watch, to evaluate and help, if needed, but this report of a lab concerned him. Whenever a Keyblader started experimenting, it was cause for concern.Finding a short gallery of statues, Alexi went to one random one and poked it directly in both eyes. There was the sound of stone on stone and a passage opened up behind the statue. Smiling slightly, Alexi entered to see what was there.

Typhon frowned.

"So be it. Find this something to wear. This cloak is damaged and..." he sighs. "She wont be dressed to meet the Queen." The man headed off. "I will take her to the garrison."

 

"Good Freya." Her hands danced on the console. "Fleet has currently made camp under the oceans of Atlantica, at the King's sexret invitation. We meet them there, then move off to hide again." She frowned. "Luna, find our guest a room - not yours."

Luna scowled at the jesting, then took the boy's hand. "Looks like you are part of the resistance."

Dawn blushes as she smiles and looks away, hoping to hide it. She nods at him as she takes Rho's hand. She can tell that it is too dangerous to stay around for too long. She is still surprised that Rho fell on her. "Sure, we can go to the beach... I've never seen one before, and that would mean a lot to me..." Said Dawn, talking to Rho.

Typhon frowned.

"So be it. Find this something to wear. This cloak is damaged and..." he sighs. "She wont be dressed to meet the Queen." The man headed off. "I will take her to the garrison."

 

"Good Freya." Her hands danced on the console. "Fleet has currently made camp under the oceans of Atlantica, at the King's sexret invitation. We meet them there, then move off to hide again." She frowned. "Luna, find our guest a room - not yours."

Luna scowled at the jesting, then took the boy's hand. "Looks like you are part of the resistance."

 

(Calling starts playing in my character's head)

I got them out of safety, and my reward was a slap in my face. She also acknowledge me for saving them. I was very disappointed in myself for not saving Zion.

How long has it been since I felt this way? A few year ago, I guess.

 

I reached into their vessel and sat down and played the waiting game. The black-haired girl introduced herself as Luna and mentioned the blonde's name is Sarah. Oddly enough, As I look at Sarah, from the distance, her hair's pink and from up close, it's blonde. Weird...

 

Sarah came up to me and stated that we are heading for Atlantica to regroup with the fleet. Well, not my ideal place to start my journey, but it's a start. She told Luna to take me to my new room, not her room. Sarah is very protective towards Luna and both have great connection with Zion. What's their story? I thought.

 

Luna showed me to my room. The room was pretty basic. It has a bed, a window to gaze at the stars and worlds we would pass, and a desk with some items placed on it. Crap. I forgot my clothes. Oh well, who has time to worry about clothing at this time? Luna mentions to me that I am now part of the resistance.

 

"Resistance? Care to explain?" I asked.

In the main Base of the Decolor, Derik sat in the hall. "God damn... I let her do this much to me..." He muttered, using his left hand to reposition the bone in his right arm, he grimaced, feeling the bone snap back to the correct position, and sutures up his arm, activating his Angel Reign, which healed slightly, nothing substantial, it was more like enhanced natural healing if anything. He felt the brushes on his back and arms. "I may have delt first blood, but I lost. I lost to that bitch..." Derik slammed the floor with his left hand, causing more property damage that he would need to pay for. "I will... I will kill her next time... I will kill her and drink her angelic lifeforce in!" He yelled. "You will not beat me!" He screamed, the glass on the level of the base exploded from the force of his tantrum.

 

Brooklyn healed, slowly, but he healed and healed well, after a few more moments, he was back on his feet, and getting back into the action. He radio'do to the remote control pilots that he needed his Gummi Ship, which landed near by. He boarded it, and took back off, once back in the air, he flew to the low area of the land. "Cease combat or I will be forced to open fire on all of you on the opposing side!" Brooklyn yelled over the speakers down to the people on the ground, fighting.

Penny

Once Penny was a decent ways from the battle, she laid the unconscious Sandrew on a nearby bench and felt his pulse. She was no doctor, but other than being exhausted, he seemed fine. "Hello? Are you hurt?" she asked, shaking Sandrew a bit to wake him up. She then heard Brooklyn calling from his gummi ship for the fighting to stop, [Well then, I guess he really could handle himself.] she thought, now not feeling as bad about leaving him behind.

 

Stan, Lee, and Clara

As Stan and Lee were putting away their playing cards, they felt the ground shake, and lots of shouting coming from hall. "It appears Derik has returned. Will you ask how the mission went?" Lee asked Stan.

 

Stan merely laughed, "You kidding? Not while he's like this. How 'bout you?"

 

Lee kept quiet, and put away the rest of the cards. Clara, who had just finished polishing her tools, walked out with her medical bag. "If he's this angry, it's probably because he lost a fight, which means he's probably injured. If he is, it's my duty as the team medic to heal him, even if he can be a little... grumpy at times." she said. Before long, she made it to where Derik was having his tantrum. "Hello Derik, are you in need of some healing?" she asked. It was clear he was, but she wanted to know whether or not he was feeling too prideful to want her help before she got down to business.

 

Penny

Once Penny was a decent ways from the battle, she laid the unconscious Sandrew on a nearby bench and felt his pulse. She was no doctor, but other than being exhausted, he seemed fine. "Hello? Are you hurt?" she asked, shaking Sandrew a bit to wake him up. She then heard Brooklyn calling from his gummi ship for the fighting to stop, [Well then, I guess he really could handle himself.] she thought, now not feeling as bad about leaving him behind.

Stan, Lee, and Clara

As Stan and Lee were putting away their playing cards, they felt the ground shake, and lots of shouting coming from hall. "It appears Derik has returned. Will you ask how the mission went?" Lee asked Stan.Stan merely laughed, "You kidding? Not while he's like this. How 'bout you?"Lee kept quiet, and put away the rest of the cards. Clara, who had just finished polishing her tools, walked out with her medical bag. "If he's this angry, it's probably because he lost a fight, which means he's probably injured. If he is, it's my duty as the team medic to heal him, even if he can be a little... grumpy at times." she said. Before long, she made it to where Derik was having his tantrum. "Hello Derik, are you in need of some healing?" she asked. It was clear he was, but she wanted to know whether or not he was feeling too prideful to want her help before she got down to business.

"No." Derik replied. "Like I told you before, I don't let other people fix me." He held out his arm, the redness was already starting to deteriorate, even though the slight leakage of blood from the point he had to cut from was slightly apparent. "If you want to be useful to me, find me some way to prat ice and beat the crap out of the bitch with wings and the "I am good so I will win" attitude completely and uterly, to a point where her begging me to kill her will come." He stated, standing, he Wales away to his room. Pitch black, how he always liked it. Finding his way to his bathroom, he found a towel, soaked it in hot water, and covered his arm. Infection wasn't his worry, he just hated cold things. Then, a dry towel, and then a strip of gauss, as well as the kind of bandaid that was brown, and stretches with some velcro to hold the strip of gauss in place. After that, he removed his coat and soaked it in a warm liquid bath, then hung it by the heater he had in the dark room, and set to work. "I need more weapons, more powerful than what I have now. Maybe I should use my new idea for this." He smirked, heading to the workshop he had in the building, and prepped his forge.Sandrew was still completely unconcious. No phisical injuries occoured on his part, however, it was pretty emotionally trying for him to do that, and the energy spent was killer on his conciousness as well as his unwillingness to stop Sleeping, no matter the occasion, was the real nail in the coffin.

Edited May 9, 201411 yr by Guest

Typhon scowls.

"Lieutenant! Shoot down that errant gummi vessel. Don't need the pilot alive, so don't bother." He watched as a squadron of Keybladers arrived with a stretcher. Two females came up.

"Men. About face."

Privacy given, Zion was clothed in a dress and a simple pair of underwear. Healed and sponge bathed in record time, she was wheeled towards where Queen Mercedes would meet them, Typhon all the while studying the unconcious girl.

He clicked his recorder. "The statue wasnt a momunent. It was her. Not since The Age of the Fal'Cie have we encountered such a state. It is most peculiar. Most peculiar."

 

Luna frowned and turned to the boy.

"The worlds are unbalanced."

With the preamble done, she looked to space. "In two hundred years, those without the Keyblade are second citizens. Those who lacked this weapon of awe and ruin were disarmed and oppressed. The resistance is the name the media uses to label the collective entity of likeminded individuals, Wielder and Normal alike, who say this oppression and discrimination are wrong. But we have not had the power to change this mindset. Not since the World of Gummis was disarmed." She turned to the boy.

"I am Luna. I...I'm..." she blushed crimson. "Zion is my lover. I was pretty much a second wife to her. And...when I was awakened, I knew something was wrong. And I hope you can see it too. The Darkness is trying to destroy the Light, and the Light not only iswanting the destruction of the Darkness, but the subjugation by sword of it's own people." Luna frowned. I'm not giving you a small lessonas a tangent. The resistance is alive to reform the balance. Neither side should be aggressive to the other, and...the Light needs to be what it was in the time of Sora. The force of good. Of justice, reason, and love. So,, He Who Has Not Named Himself - I'll just call you...Toast..you're now a part of this. Being on this vessel, wven unintentionally, makes you an enemy of Mercedes Mouse. What a disgrace to King Mickey..." she added sadly, hoping she didnt kill him.

 

The Point of Eternal Light

"She lost!"

"We used so much power to revive her...for this? She should have used the Limit Breaker, unleashed herself! Smitten that oaf like afly!"

"Calm yourself Fang. If she had shown her full potential, she would have no trump card."

"Light's right. If she goes all outright off the bat..."

"He'll just become a problem." The figure looked and made a surprised sound as an ox driven chariot nearly flattened him and his companion. "Seriously?!"

"I ISKANDAR, KING OF CONQ -"

"GIVE IT A REST WITH THAT!" Came a barking retort, and the clack of guns.

"Well I say." The british accent silenced the masses. "We are all getting uptight. We must stay calm and collected, and not shout our names to whatever is above this."

"Oriana is correct." The woman next to her spoke. "If we are to proceed with this...we must collect ourselves."

"The great one has told us of a few challenges. But if these foes are such powerful people, how are we going to use Zion to recreate the balance?"

"Simple. Ascension."

They paused. "The last time that was tried..."

"The person was living."

 

That made the masses pause. "What are you getting at?"

"We don't execute ascension when she is alive."

"You don't mean..."

"Get tonit. Use every ounce of influence you can. And no Iskandar, no shouting your name."

There was a slight chuckle throught the mass. The girl refered to as Oriana cleared her throat.

"We have much to do if we are to kill Salvation."

 

((Wtf phone))

Edited May 10, 201411 yr by Silver Kuroi

I looked at Luna. Trying to absorb what she said to me. Hmm... I have to agree. The balance of light and darkness is threatened. The reason I went on this journey is to find balance and restore the order, bring it to Sora and Riku's ideas. Everything must be balance. Being a descendant with someone that worked closely with Sora means a lot. Since I helped those guys, I guess that labels me as the resistance. Oh well... Gonna have to deal with it.

 

"Well... Guess you gonna have to count me in. I do want to bring light and darkness to its normal state. I will do what I can to help get your lover, but one condition."

 

"What is it?" Luna asked.

 

"Don't freaking call me Toast. That's weird, I don't condone it. My name's Xamtweth. Xamtweth Twilight." I stated. "By the way, what do you mean by 'second wife'?"

{Lunaris and Hotaru}While Hotaru was getting tired of all the senseless death in the plaza, Luna noticed an incoming transmission on her comm."Ulthor commander to all Decolor listening. If you are listening and at the Plaza in Twilight Town, I suggest evac. This is still a occupied world, which means more baddies are coming.""looks like they made the right choice." Luna said flatly after she stopped shooting."Hello there." A low voice said. "Good to see you two out and about. Doing alright?"The blond girl turned around to see the the source of the voice."Oh? Interesting. Pray tell, how did you managed to climb all the way up here without us noticing." Luna asked Cron. "And yes, we are doing alright, all things considered. How about you?"Hotaru on the other hand shook his head and pointed his thumb up."I would love to stay and chat, but we got orders to evacuate. Perhaps we can continue our conversation once we are in a safe place."

Luna giggled. "It was either toast or Hash Browns...and the tradition of calling someone you dont know by breakfast foods is...it started with Kairi. Hence why Waffles and Pancakes are forever taken." She smiled. "Xam. Easier to say...and..." her cheeks flushed again. "Well...you see, Zion was married to Xion...and well...she kinda fell in love with me too...black hair and blue eyes and...yeah...anyways...Xion grew to love me, and they treated me like a second wife. You see, Zion's  been married for two hundred years." She sighed. "Her daughter was so cute...hard to see Fiore de Wy ter and remember she was born from the line starting with that pink haired princess Zion and Xion named Rei."

Luna giggled. "It was either toast or Hash Browns...and the tradition of calling someone you dont know by breakfast foods is...it started with Kairi. Hence why Waffles and Pancakes are forever taken." She smiled. "Xam. Easier to say...and..." her cheeks flushed again. "Well...you see, Zion was married to Xion...and well...she kinda fell in love with me too...black hair and blue eyes and...yeah...anyways...Xion grew to love me, and they treated me like a second wife. You see, Zion's  been married for two hundred years." She sighed. "Her daughter was so cute...hard to see Fiore de Wy ter and remember she was born from the line starting with that pink haired princess Zion and Xion named Rei."

 

"All right. Understandable. When will we be arriving?" I asked.

Edited May 10, 201411 yr by Xamtweth-ReMIXed

{Rho}

Rho swallowed nervously as Dawn took his hand.

"Alright, then." He said, then started for the Beach Train.

He suddenly stopped after a few steps.

"Oh, I've got to call my friends, tell 'em I'm alright." He said, letting go of Dawn's hand. "If you could go get us tickets."

Rho turned away and pulled out a phone from his jacket. He pretended to dial in a number, then held the phone to his ear. His off hand played absently with his watch, which he used to page Thet.

"Problem, Rho?" The Ulthor leader asked through Rho's ear piece.

"Hey, just making sure you guys weren't hurt by the fight." The young agent said.

Moment of silence.

"Are you in a situation?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm going with a, um, young lady to the beach, to stay out of harms way."

"That will take time, can you get away from the young lady without blowing your cover."

Rho looked back at Dawn.

"No." He lied.

"Very well." Thet said with a sigh. "Stay safe and report in when you can get free."

"Okay, stay safe, guys." Rho said cheerfully, then 'hung up'.

He turned back to face Dawn.

 

{Freyja}

Freyja's image remained still for a moment, then she smirked.

"Pursuing fighters evaded." She reported to Sarah. "Making for atmo and hyperspace."

The AI seemed to consider something for a moment.

"What is the plan, Captain?" She asked Sarah. "Master Zion and Guardian Luna will need reuniting."

 

{Cron}

"An assassin has to be good at sneaky." Cron replied to Lunaris's question.

She glanced over the city.

"This was an eventful mission, to be sure."

The Assassin looked back at Hotaru after his advise to bug out.

"Oh, right. Sure. Right behind you."

 

{Alph}

The fat man, a disposed Keyblade warlord who ruled the Dark world Halloween Town, huffed and puffed as he pushed his way out of a back entrance of the Train Station. He looked back the way he had come, then turned to head down the alley, then stopped dead as he saw Alph standing a few yards away, aiming a pistol with a suppressor on it.

"Well, well." Alph said in a nasty tone. "Lose your world, and you run to betray your side to the Light."

The man summoned his Keyblade, to receive a double tap to his arm from Alph. He yelled in pain. Alph took out his target's kneecaps and other arm.

"This is for all the people you had tortured on your sick world." Alph snarled, the double tapped the former warlord's head.

With his mission complete, Alph spat at the body, then teleported away.

Dawn looks at Rho, and smiles as she walks over to the ticket booth, and asks for two tickets for the beach train from the clerk, and got them, and gives the clerk the money needed for them, and walks over to Rho with a smile on her face. She is excited to finally be able to see the beach for the first time in her entire life. She can feel her Heart squeezing inside of her in joy and happiness. Gaia is seen looking at Dawn from the window, carefully hidden from view, smiling at the sight of Rho and Dawn. "Oh my... This is a sight... Might as well keep it a secret..." Thought Gaia, mentally thinking to himself in his head. Gaia quickly teleports away before anyone can notice. Dawn smiles at Rho, as she hands him the tickets. "Okay, got them. I'm ready to go." Said Dawn, talking to Rho in a cheerful tone.

Edited May 10, 201411 yr by Tom13

{Lunaris and Hotaru}

While Lunaris appeared to be fine with being around Cron, Hotaru was slightly nervous to be around the girl. Sure, he was a member of the Decolor, but he was also a Keyblade Wielder, a rather skilled Wielder. It came as a surprise to him when the Leader of the Decolor, Alexi, somehow let him join the Decolor under the watchful gaze of Lunaris instead of killing him on the spot. Alexi was a strange man and Hotaru knew it, but even with that knowledge Hotaru was unable to understand the leader of the Decolor."I think "eventful" is an understatement." Hotaru said."Gotta admit that I thought this day was going to be a boring one, but I was mistaken." The blond girl said. "To think that the famous glass statue of the Hero of Twilight Town had such a secret within is amazing."Lunaris' rifle then got covered in a black mist before disappearing in a small black portal."I didn't knew you could use the dark paths, Luna?" Hotaru commented. "When did you learned?""A good Servant learns her Master's most helpful tricks. Although, I can only transport my weapons and other small things and not people."The black haired wielder sighed and turned around before walking to the edge of the roof."We should avoid the townspeople. Perhaps we should go to the tunnels until Commander Thet decides a rendezvous point."Hotaru then jumped down, Lunaris shrugged and smiled at the Ulthor agent."Let's move out." She said before following his partner.

Braxen and Penny

As the battle was coming to an end, Braxen began looking around for Penny. As he ran through the nearby alleyways searching for her, he saw a large man in an overcoat summon a keyblade, before being brutally murdered by a young man with spiky hair and dual pistols. Braxen tried to get to the assassin and avenge the large wielder's life, but the guy teleported before Braxen could get to him. "Ghaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Braxen shouted, making a large dent into a nearby wall. He's always hated assassins. They were murderous cutthroats who always killed their victims when they were helpless to fight back. He's had more than one of his friends die at the hands of those monsters, and it always infuriated him when he saw someone killed by one, especially a wielder.

 

At the sound of Braxen shouting in rage, Penny left Sandrew on the bench and ran to make sure her partner was alright. [He'll be alright without any more help from me... I think.] she thought concerning Sandrew, when she saw Braxen standing over a dead body, "Brax, what did I tell you about controlling your anger?"

 

"It wasn't me. It was an assassin." Braxen said somberly, a tone he almost never used, and picked up the body. "Come on, we should show the authorities this. He might be someone important." The two of them then made it back to the plaza and Braxen put down the body next to the man who looked to be in charge (Typhon), I saw him assassinated in a nearby alleyway. I couldn't get to the killer before he escaped. Was he someone important?" Braxen asked.

 

Clara

"Well alright then." Clara replied to Derik, and headed back to the medical room.

Edited May 10, 201411 yr by Captain Arrowguns

(For the love of hot dogs, people! If you want to continue your "discussion" of what just happened, then do so else where. This thread is for the game.){Rho}Blushing a little himself, Rho let go of Dawn's hand and half turned away from her, hoping she didn't see the blush."Don't mention it." He said while rubbing the back of his head. He was trying to go for casual cool, but not pulling it off well.Training kicked in as the young Decolor Agent started looking for an exit stratagem."We'd better keep moving." He said. "If you need to stick around here, there is a few back exits I can lead you to. If not, I really think we should head for somewhere else."He thought a moment, then brightened up."Maybe the beach." He said.{Thet}Thet watched as the fighting escalated. With most of the civis out of harms way, it was time to call the mission. She reached down and twisted the face of her wrist watch a little."Ulthor commander to all Decolor listening." She said, know using a frequency the whole Decolor used. "If you are listening and at the Plaza in Twilight Town, I suggest evac. This is still a occupied world, which means more baddies are coming."With that, she silently wished Alph luck, then joined the last few survivors as they made their way away from the Plaza.{Cron}Cron crept up and was laying beside Lunaris and Hotaru without making a sound."Hello there." She said cheerfully, though at a suitable low volume. "Good to see you two out and about. Doing alright?"{Freyja}Freyja's holographic form appeared before Sarah on the console, with Freyja standing at attention with her hands behind her back."Acknowledged, Captain." The AI confirmed.The Yggdrasil accelerated and banked right, towards the mountains as ordered. With fighters closing and opening fire, Freyja rerouted more power to the engines and aft shields. Countermeasures, designed to confuse targeting sensors and missile lock on, were fired to cover the Yggdrasil's escape, but no lethal force was used.After a moment, the sound of shield hits died down. Freyja looked slightly off to her left, then smiled slightly."We are already out of range of their weapons." She reported. "Losing them in the mountins will take an estimated time of 35.24 seconds."Her eyes swiveled to the right, focusing on something not there."Capital ship entering orbit. Early indicators suggest a non-pursuit course."{~*Twilight Town; Plaza*~}A cringing clerk surried over to Typhon, bowing on occasion."Sir, I received word that Queen Mercedies is arriving." He said, nervously. "She is interested in..."The Clark's voice trailed off and he just gestured to Zion.{Alexi}Alexi patted Severus on the shoulder."Have fun." He said, and wondered off as the three neophyte Keybladers attacked Severus.The Grey Monk walked down a short passage, listening to the sounds of battle. He would have preferred to stay and watch, to evaluate and help, if needed, but this report of a lab concerned him. Whenever a Keyblader started experimenting, it was cause for concern.Finding a short gallery of statues, Alexi went to one random one and poked it directly in both eyes. There was the sound of stone on stone and a passage opened up behind the statue. Smiling slightly, Alexi entered to see what was there.

The room looked dusty as ever as the machine made a small hum. A 18 year old boy was inside of a pod, sleeping quietly. 

 

Severus smiled, his sword skills taking them out with perfect finesse. It was always that way. All the keyblader opponents underestimated him. He didn't complain. made his job easier 

Like a mound of dough, some plans needed to sit and let rise before becoming a perfect bun. Thus was the thoughts (more or less) of Le Chef, who, having intercepted the larger man in the streets, opted to let him go, watching him run much faster than one would have thought possible. For it did not take a genius to put the crumbs together and form a greater cookie: a man was on the run, against the grain of the other people doing everything in their power to leave the town. Second, the man was likely the intended target of the bullet which shattered Le Chef's coffee cup, meaning that he was important enough for someone to take time out of their busy day to try and take care of.

 

Just what that importance was mulled about the head of Le Chef as he followed the man at some distance. It might prove true that there was nothing to the case at all, but sometimes, following a frayed end led to a much bigger roll of yarn (he had considered using a spaghetti noodle metaphor, but that felt like overkill). Regardless of the analogy of choice, Le Chef had just enough time to spot the point-blanking of the man at the hands of Alph, before the latter teleported away. 

 

Le Chef twisted his mustache in interest (as ones with mustaches usually do), as he leaned with his back to wall of the alley entrance. The keyblade seen on the ground indicated the man was of some importance, yet here he was, dead in the street, from a far more primitive handgun. That WAS a twist: generally, these things seemed to go the other way around. A few things could be deduced from this front. One, keyblade wielders were getting much weaker (or the qualifications to get one were dropping substantially. Chef briefly wondered how one applied for such a thing). Two, those without keyblades were getting considerably bolder. Three, presumably, this faction was organized well enough to the point where operating a hit on a keyblade master was a tangible possibility. 

 

Clearly, the decision to follow had paid dividends after all.

 

The appearance of Braxten in the alley seemed the signal for Chef to skirt away (no sense in being implicated in a murder he didn't commit. Or one he did commit. Really, no sense in being around a dead body). The battle seemed to have petered out in intensity, so he took his time heading towards the areas where soldiers were attempting to guide civilians to safety. He wasn't sure what his next move would be, but a few ideas were beginning to simmer in his head.

{The Ulthor & Freyja}

Thet gritted her teeth as the fighting escalated. The simple assassin op Alexi had given her had turned ugly fast. She even saw the Keyblader Alexi had let in running around. How had they gotten here?

"Tell me you have something, Alph." She hissed into her comm after ducking behind a wall to avoid fire.

With Dawn's help, Rho managed to keep the way open to the train station for civilians to make for cover. He hadn't seen many all out battles before, and he saw why Thet and Alexi avoided them. Lots of people were hurt or dying from the crossfire of the fighting, especially between that guy and the lady with wings. A stray shot hit in between Rho and Dawn.

"We need to get out of here." He told Dawn as the last few people who could move made it through the stations doors.

Rho reached out to grab Dawn's hand, but was shoved into her by a fat man in a stereotypical "I'm in hiding" outfit, complete with scarf and hat.

"Out of my way, peasant!" The fat man bellowed as he ran.

"Hey!" Rho yelled, then realized who that was.

"No, I can't let the target get away." He thought, desperately.

He tried to get up off of Dawn, but saw Alph in the crowd, giving him a wink. Relaxing that Alph had the target, Rho got up and offered a hand to Dawn.

Alph followed after the poorly disguised fat man, smirking slightly.

"Don't worry, Thet." He said into his comm. "I've got the pig in my sights."

 

{Lunaris and Hotaru}

After a few minutes of watching the fight, Hotaru shook his head.

"I have to say this mission is a mess." He said flatly. "Team Ulthor is barely managing to keep the civilians safe from the fight between the winged annoyance and that guy."

After listening to his partner Lunaris stopped shooting and looked at him.

"Hotaru, Hotaru, Hotaru...This is far greater than those two, or any Wielder that we can dispose of."

As Hotaru continued to watch the fight, Luna looked at her wrist watch before looking at the sky.

"Things are getting out of control. Perhaps an evacuation would be the wisest move."

The blond girl once again pointed her sniper rifle at the Wielders in the crowd to help the surviving civilians reach safety.

 

Whereupon he was not only bumped into by a large man in a stereotypical "Don't-look-at-me" out fit, but his coffee cup exploded in a hot, deliciously brewed mess as a sniper bullet deflected off of it!

 

Trying to get over the devastating loss of a particularly good brew (the aftertaste, it should be noted, was almost minimal, leaving the drinker more refreshed), Chef immediately grabbed the stunned, larger man, and dropping down to one knee, wheeled the stranger in front of him, facing towards the direction of the bullet and acting as the perfect meat shield.

 

Although, actually, the perfect meat shield would be a frozen cow carcass, but he didn't have one of those right now. And it would be a waste of beef.

 

Well, the place was torn apart almost entirely, but whatever superpowerful combatants had been there were already spirited away, leaving naught but smoking craters and broken trains. The man in white curled his hands into tight fists, multicolored sparks jumping off his hands. Swinging his left hard at the closest wall, the surface broke away like dry sand, a line of razor sharp icicles jumping out along the rest of the wall where he'd struck, letting loose a string of curses loud enough to be heard on the beaches all the while. 

 

{Rho}

Blushing a little himself, Rho let go of Dawn's hand and half turned away from her, hoping she didn't see the blush.

"Don't mention it." He said while rubbing the back of his head. He was trying to go for casual cool, but not pulling it off well.

Training kicked in as the young Decolor Agent started looking for an exit stratagem.

"We'd better keep moving." He said. "If you need to stick around here, there is a few back exits I can lead you to. If not, I really think we should head for somewhere else."

He thought a moment, then brightened up.

"Maybe the beach." He said.

 

{Thet}

Thet watched as the fighting escalated. With most of the civis out of harms way, it was time to call the mission. She reached down and twisted the face of her wrist watch a little.

"Ulthor commander to all Decolor listening." She said, know using a frequency the whole Decolor used. "If you are listening and at the Plaza in Twilight Town, I suggest evac. This is still a occupied world, which means more baddies are coming."

With that, she silently wished Alph luck, then joined the last few survivors as they made their way away from the Plaza.

 

{Alph}

The fat man, a disposed Keyblade warlord who ruled the Dark world Halloween Town, huffed and puffed as he pushed his way out of a back entrance of the Train Station. He looked back the way he had come, then turned to head down the alley, then stopped dead as he saw Alph standing a few yards away, aiming a pistol with a suppressor on it.

"Well, well." Alph said in a nasty tone. "Lose your world, and you run to betray your side to the Light."

The man summoned his Keyblade, to receive a double tap to his arm from Alph. He yelled in pain. Alph took out his target's kneecaps and other arm.

"This is for all the people you had tortured on your sick world." Alph snarled, the double tapped the former warlord's head.

With his mission complete, Alph spat at the body, then teleported away.

Snider's heart was racing as he got closer to the heart of the town, where it started to look less like a place of civilization and more like a battle ground with every step. Hie earpiece was buzzing with activity, mainly his scouts relaying information and the keyblade gliders overhead relaying their orders and suggestions to the Sergeants on the ground. He was used to the frenzy of war, but not in a setting such as his hometown as he for the first time struggled to keep up with the barrage of information and advice.

 

"Evacuations are proceeding smoothly."

"Sector two bravo has a bottleneck, moving in."

"Clock Tower secured, defensive forces standing by, sir."

"S team Four, be advised sector one delta is-"

"Alpha leader, sector 3 Alpha cleared, moving to-"

 

The last transmission caught his attention. That's this sector. Ok, we can breath a little easier now. Stopping for a moment, he decided to listen in to the environment around him. Other than the distant screams of panicking civilians heading to the safe point, it was... quiet? He didn't hear the sound of battle shouts, magics, and explosions that was the source of the evacuation orders anyways. Suspicious, the officer reached for his ear and hailed his forces. "Snider to scouts, any eyes on whatever the hell is giving us trouble?"

 

"S team bravo, looks like whoever was fighting just... disappeared?"

"S team alpha, no sights of battle here on our end."

"Alpha leader. Reports coming in that there's no clash of gods here either..."

"Bravo. Same. Where did they go?"

 

Still hearing the chatter of his soldiers around him, the commander immediately yelled at the top of his lungs their new orders. "Halt!" The soldiers looked at him, eager to execute his next set of commands, but was then distracted by the eerie silence of their surroundings. As Snider slowly turned around, the sound of his soft plastic soles striking the brick pavement echoed the now empty streets. None of the soldiers were used to silence and calmness, which made them all uneasy as they frantically looked around, afraid that it was the calm before yet another storm of biblical tales. Fortunately, the Sergeant on charge of the local area broke the tranquility as he hesitantly addressed the troops. "A-...Area secured?"

 

Snider grinned as he nodded his head slightly. "I believe so, Sergeant." His voice calm and collected as expected from a high ranking personnel. But not wanting to believe the sudden bliss, the commander reached for his earpiece once again. "Commander to all units. Halt the evacuation procedure." Immediately, several loud voiced echoed the semi-empty town, all yelling 'Halt!' as the Sergeants did what they were told. "Start phase two of the operation. Sweep and clear the town for any signs of hostiles. to anyone holding the civilians, keep them holding for a bit as we secure the town." Several voices acknowledged over the earpiece as the distant voices were heard saying "Sweep and clear!" Instead of the usual pitter patter of feet leisurely walking the street, the sounds of heavy boots with a grudge and a mission with the periodic clanking of rifles hitting body armor filled his aural senses. Staying true to himself, the commander also participated in the operation as he held his rifle out and conducted his own sweep with several of his soldiers accompanying him. 

 

Minutes passed, then his earpiece was overwhelmed with multiple voices again.

"Sector cleared."

"Sector cleared!"

"S team alpha to commander, report one casualty. Believe to be civilian. Train Station."

"S team bravo, we might have a possible ID on whoever caused this."

The new information piqued Snider's curiosity as he started making his way to the train station. "Go ahead, S teams."

"Sir, a heavily encrypted signal was intercepted several minutes ago during the frenzy. Does not match any known encryption methods or signatures."

"Care to replay it?"

"Message is as intercepted: '"Ul-..... -lor.... ight Town.......co.....'. We're still working on decrypting it sir."

"Keep up the good work, scouts!"

 

It wasn't long before he reached the Train Station, where at the base of the plaza, an overweight man was seen laying on the ground, not moving or breathing for that matter. This can't possibly be a casualty of the fight Snider thought to himself as he carefully approached the body. The soldiers who had decided to accompany him did the next best thing and secured the area, not wanting anything bad to happen to their commander as they fanned out into a wide search pattern. 

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Typhon scowled as a rather large body was deposited before him. Just about to follow the sleeping Zion and see the Queen.

"Only to himself." He said bluntly before leaving Braxen. He ensured the men would protect Zion, then activated his Keyblade glider. Blasting off, he found and jumped down to land beside Snider.

"Commander Snider. I have need of you and your best troops. Now." He said. "I require  you to defend Zion de Wynter." He started walking off without another word like an arrogant bastard.

 

((Typhon is totally expendable and is gonna die anyways so if a decolor needs bloodshed and your attack makes sense go right ahead))

 

Sarahsighed. Freya...

No matter howmmany corrects the damn AI jever called her Admiral or Secretary. It was infuriating ay times.

"We get to friendly space and wait. If we dont gather strengths we cant reunite them." She paused. "Zion will have to survive without her Limit Remover."

Typhon scowled as a rather large body was deposited before him. Just about to follow the sleeping Zion and see the Queen.

"Only to himself." He said bluntly before leaving Braxen. He ensured the men would protect Zion, then activated his Keyblade glider. Blasting off, he found and jumped down to land beside Snider.

"Commander Snider. I have need of you and your best troops. Now." He said. "I require  you to defend Zion de Wynter." He started walking off without another word like an arrogant bastard.

 

((Typhon is totally expendable and is gonna die anyways so if a decolor needs bloodshed and your attack makes sense go right ahead))

 

Sarahsighed. Freya...

No matter howmmany corrects the damn AI jever called her Admiral or Secretary. It was infuriating ay times.

"We get to friendly space and wait. If we dont gather strengths we cant reunite them." She paused. "Zion will have to survive without her Limit Remover."

Typhon scowled as a rather large body was deposited before him. Just about to follow the sleeping Zion and see the Queen.

"Only to himself." He said bluntly before leaving Braxen. He ensured the men would protect Zion, then activated his Keyblade glider. Blasting off, he found and jumped down to land beside Snider.

"Commander Snider. I have need of you and your best troops. Now." He said. "I require  you to defend Zion de Wynter." He started walking off without another word like an arrogant bastard.

Having called for several medics earlier, Snider and a group of the healers were now surrounding the lifeless body of a rather fat man.

"Report?" The commander calmly asked of his fellow troops.

"From the look of the wounds," one of the medics started, "this isn't an accident. All the shots on this guy is a little too accurate for an 'accident', sir."

Another medic gave his opinion. "My best guess, someone wanted him dead, and the battle was just a distraction.""So, an assassin?" Snider worriedly asked. The jokes of assassins targeting keyblade wielders were supposed to be friendly jabs between soldiers and officers in the military, but now there was nothing funny about it anymore as he too carefully inspected the body. "I'm not a CSI [Crime scene investigator], but I think you're right. That's a little too accurate for 'collateral damage'. Well... If there's nothing else, everyone stand back. Allow me to send away this man properly." The troopers nodded, then took several steps back as their commander summoned his keyblade, then after a ceremonious dance, promptly stabbed the body. The corpse glowed brightly, then exploded into a fine brilliant white mist of particles as the heart slowly rose from its resting place, then ascended skywards, presumably to Kingdom Hearts. "Farewell..." Snider whispered, then slowly reached for his earpiece. "Snider to all units. Town is secured. I'm giving the all clear orders. All personnel, stand down and let the civilians back in. Start damage assessment and help in the clean-up efforts. All keyblade gliders, don't even think about RTB. Assist your platoons. Over and out." 

 

As he turned to address his nearby squad, a strange man dropped from the sky and landed directly in front of him, startling the officer and prompting raised rifles from every soldier nearby. "Commander Snider. I have need of you and your best troops. Now. I require  you to defend Zion de Wynter."

 

Before the commander could respond, the man started to walk away. Slightly furious at the lack of respect, the officer could only growl for a bit before addressing the stranger. "If you're gonna be so rude and order me to defend someone, at least have the courtesy of telling me where this person is..." Several soldier snickered, but the rest still had their rifles trained on the stranger as he started to walk away. 

Typhon sighed. His Keyblade flared into existance and he spun around in an upwards slash. Arrowrifles flew, and he surveyed the soldiers.

"If you'd use that amazingly gifted brain, Commander, you would follow." He scowled. "Using those...clumsy rifles. Commander, if your men ever pull their...weapons on me again, you all will be detained and put on trial." He turned around and kept on walking. "And I am Master Typhon from Disney Castle, since you all are ignorant oafs who are only good for meat fodder."

 

((He's suposed to be a hateable npc ))

 

Evie was unceremoniously dumped into her cell. She painfully crawled to her cot and managed to get up. Wrapping herself in her blankets, she couldnt even pass out; they had started sleep deprivation, and every two hours alarms would wake her up. 

Her body demanded Dominion Mode, her escape from this hell. But she couldnt. They'd know how she achieved the form, and people would get hurt.

Two hours later...no alarms.

"Typhon is away. You have been allowed to sleep."

 

Not caring if it probably was a trick...Evie passed out.

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{Rho}

Rho shyly returned Dawn's smile as he took the tickets from her. He glanced at the time on the ticket, then his watch.

"Whoa, we'd better get going." He said.

He grabbed Dawn's hand and led her at a jog to the right platform, and into the train just before the doors closed.

"Whew." Rho said, grinning slightly. "That was close."

As the train started to pull out, Rho saw soldiers file into the station and start spreading out. That was close.

 

{Cron}

Cron considered telling Hotaru and Lunaris that she could teleport them away, but she wanted a little more time to figure those two out. The boss let them in for a reason, she knew that. But what?

"Stick to the back alleys." Cron suggested as she trailed behind Hotaru and Lunaris. "Not nice views, but little foot traffic."

The Assassin followed along behind quietly for a bit, before speaking again.

"So, how's life at Home treating you two?" She asked, sounding somewhat bored.

 

{Alexi}

Two of the Keyblade neophytes were cut down quickly by Severus's swords, though one managed to dance back with only a surface wound to her arm.

"The master sent you, didn't they?" She demanded, glaring at her opponent with wild eyes. "Well, I won't fail! I WON'T!"

The new Wielder spun around in place, summoning a wave of black fire and released it towards Severus.

Alexi, down in the lab, studied the boy in the pod. It least this one looked physically whole. He could only hope the subjects mind was intact. Knowing that he didn't have a lot of time, Alexi hit buttons on a nearby control panel to open the pod.

 

{Freyja}

There was a slight look of amusement on Freyja's face after Sarah's sigh, before she looked to one side like she was reading something.

"Intelligence I've been able to glean from available comms chatter and computers suggest that the world know Port Royal is neutral." The AI reported. "We might be able to dock there to remain undetected for a time. The records I've downloaded indicate it is a smuggler haven. Also, at current power levels, I could keep us in space for several weeks, avoiding patrols, before needing to recharge."

Neena growled as she watched the events unfold at Twilight Town. She was very tempted to enter a portal and end it herself. But no. The Decolor still needed her as a trump card. She needed to stay concealed as long as possible. But still. Watching Derik screw up an assassination plot like that made her blood boil. IF they had been able to keep everything quiet for a little longer, lure the recently awakened Zion into a sense of security, then without a doubt, someone would have been able to kill the woman. But unfortunately, that's just not how it worked out. Neena pursed her lips, and snapped her fingers. The crystal turned off, and the rest of her training equipment began to shut down. As she walked away, her blade returned to it's rightful place on her person, and the lights shut off. Neena walked through the door, and it closed behind her, locking. She made her way towards where Derik kept his forge. After a battle like that, it was only logical that he choose to lock himself into his room like that. The co-leader of the Decolor rapped her knuckles against the door. She waited a few seconds, before growing impatient, and destroyed the lock with a strong laser of light. She'd replace it later. She opened the door without any further problems, and walked inside. The room was warm with the heat of a forge, and the sound of hammers and other tools echoed inside. She walked further inside, finding Derik working hard at his forge. "Derik," Neena called, her voice indicated that she refused to be ignored. "Was there a point to that battle besides drawing attention to us and causing chaos?"

~~~~~

Ryonne stood in an alley with Varron. The attack had been stopped a while ago, and the town was calming down gradually, but it would be stupid to let his guard down so easily. Ryonne turned back to his partner, and took a deep breath. The swordsman sheathed his blade once again. "Varron, do you want to retreat back to HQ, or stay here a while longer to survey the area?" Ryonne proposed two possible plans to Varron. While he might not like the other man, he could still be civil.

~~~~~

Severa took another shot of liquor at a Port Royal bar. This world always had the best alcohol. And for any that refused her service on counts of her being a young woman... Well, cleaning a sword was a relatively easy task. It was also the best place to scout out possible work. Rumors spread like wildfire in this pirate-infested port. Severa kept her sword leaning against her stool, ready to be taken out at a moment's notice. Severa heard whispers of a man looking for a skilled mercenary known as Severus. Severa smiled. Of course this man would assume she was a man and change her name accordingly. She grasped her sword, and flicked a coin onto the bar. The mercenary walked out of the bar, before fishing out another coin-shaped round object. A reward for doing a quick clean out job at Land of Dragons. She tossed it onto the ground, and whispered, "Hollow Bastion," A large portal appeared from the object. She quickly stepped through onto a balcony of the castle. She bent down and picked up the portal coin once more, and scanned her surroundings. Supposedly the man was here somewhere.

~~~~~

Quint knelt down and picked up his coat. Well, that hadn't gone quite according to plan. And now, above all, his coat was sullied. He beat some of the dust out of it, before buttoning it back up on his body. He took a deep breath, and walked away from where he had just picked his coat up off the ground. While the assassination plot hadn't gone quite according to plan, he would stay in Twilight Town a bit longer. At least until he received further orders. Quint disappeared once more into the crowd, blending in perfectly.

Dawn pants as she is led on a jog by the hand by Rho onto the train. She sits down on a seat, and let's out a sigh, and smiles at Rho. She is impressed by him greatly. She grins as well, as she smiles at him. "You run pretty fast, I almost lost my breath there, you are something special indeed." Said Dawn, talking to Rho with a cheerful tone in her voice.

Edited May 11, 201411 yr by Tom13