Stardustblade358

- Helios - Side: Mystras Rebellion - Healer Tents - With Aura, King Alderon, Henry & Draksis - Helios gaze perked up as he heard the familiar voice, smiling. "Henry, hey." Helios said. He watched Henry make himself comfortable, before resting back against his chair. The scent of blood had by this point become common, no longer nauseating his senses. The moans of pain had slowly quieted down either from death or relief. They were all in a waiting game, where the roll of a dice could determine their futures, and they couldn't do a damn thing about it. "I wonder how different it would've been, had our worlds not been separated after the grand war." Helios commented out loud, staring off into the distance, his faze unfocused as he wondered deep into thought. "Our cultures would be very different, I bet. There wouldn't have been a need to explore, because everything was already there. I wonder if I would have been able to meet you, though." Helios pulled his legs up, finding a comfortable spot on his chair. "We just have to make this version worth fighting for." Helios hummed, closing his eyes momentarily. He looked over at Henry, pursing his lips. "Henry, if I may ask. When the war is over, if we win...what will you do?" - Arthur - Side: Mystras Rebellion - Healer Tents - Visiting Alex - Arthur chuckled. "Bored you say? What a nightmare! Well, no need to fear, I'll be right here to make sure you don't get bored, or at least until someone kicks me out." Arthur assured, giving Alex a cheerful smile. Once he mentioned the world below, their home, Arthur's hand quickly moved to his chest without much of a thought. "Yeah...I've been wondering too. Soldiers have been brought up, but we haven't really gotten any real word from home, have we?" Arthur asked, lowering his hand with a sigh. He had lost count how long they had been here. Was it weeks, or months? He was grateful to be here, to discover a new world, make new alliances and fight for his kingdom. Yet, now with all of the possibilities ahead of him, at the end of the day, his mind wandered back home. He had so much to tell everyone, and yet he wasn't sure he would be returning alive. "I wish we could send or receive letters. Even just once. I want to know how mother and sister are doing. To let them know I'm ok. How Visco is doing..." Arthur said, smiling softly at her thought. He had flowers to give her after all. He perked his head up, looking over at Alex. "What about you, Alex? I don't mean to pry, but I might as well ask...do you have anyone special waiting for you back home?" Arthur asked, tilting his head to the side at the end of his question.

Grown up Saros!

I expected cute animals Animal Planet, not despair and tears

Michael smiled happily as Allan was given his suitcase with his official badge. He had survived so far, and definitely deserved it. But that also meant that he would be available to be sent on more dangerous, serious cases and missions. But Michael wouldn't want it any other way. Allan had talent, and it would be a waste to not let it flourish. However, he didn't expect the following order. "(Solum Prison?!)" Michael thought, gripping his fist as he retained his composure. He took the file and stood up, following Allan out of the office. "We will get it done, Warden." Michael said, glancing back to catch the gleam in the Warden's eye, one too familiar to him. He simply looked away, closing the door behind the two of them. Allan didn't say anything, and Michael couldn't think of what to actually say. Before he could speak however, Allan had given him a hug, thanking him for saving his life. Michael surely didn't expect it, gently and briefly hugging back. "It's...fine. You're my partner, right?" Michael asked, smiling softly. "(It's my duty.)" He thought, but simply nodded as Allan told him that he would meet up with him in around 10 minutes, needing time to prepare. "I'll meet you there, Allan." Michael said, waving as the elevator door closed. He lowered his hand, turning away as he made his way to the armory. He restocked in what he needed, silver bullets, and other things. He reached underneath his bed, pulling out a black suitcase and setting it on his bed. "Been a while since I brought you out." Michael muttered, opening the suitcase up to reveal a silver plated cane. He put on his gloves before picking it up, spinning it in his hands before tapping it against the floor beneath. "The show goes on." Michael said, walking out of his room with his cane and file. He hurried over to the parking lot, turning the car on as he waited for Allan. He opened the file, taking a peek of it as he tapped his cane against the floor momentarily. CASE #29749 LOCATION: SOLUM PRISON DETAILS: There has been disturbing reports of terrible accidents and deaths within Solum Prison. Prevention methods to increase security have not worked in stopping or decreasing the incidents. The deaths have all been ruled to have been the result of unlikely accidents and unfortunate events. However, the continuous deaths of these inmates leads us to believe that there is something bigger and uncontrolled going on within the prison. You are to investigate and find the source of the problems and deal with it swiftly. Caution of your gear and yourselves is advised. You will receive help from the local authorities, but they cannot get in the way of your investigation. Deadly force is authorized if the need arises. You will be greeted by the Prison Director, Richard Velazquez. In the mess hall, members ate and talked about their day as others simply ate quickly to continue on with their duties. Kirius stood by the bar area of the mess hall, talking to some members, one of them being Draven, who was drinking. His favorite drink, milk mixed with alcohol. Kirius smiled as he saw Allan walk in. "Hey Allan. Heard you have a big one coming up. Let me serve you something real quick." Kirius said a she hurried to make something for Allan. Draven looked back, waving at Allan over. "I heard you're going to Solum. You better be careful. It's a prison of monsters, after all."

Tabitha crawled off the Minotaur, quickly retracting her tail as she grumbled under her breath. "How did this guy even get here? They're supposed to be restricted to the Secret Districts." Tabitha complained, looking up as Draven had parked across the road, blocking the way of the cars. The loud horns of annoyed drivers echoing as Draven covered his ears. "Considering the alcohol I can smell on this guy, I would take a guess he didn't really care about security." Draven said, waving at the cars as he showed off his police badge. "HEY, STOP WITH THE HORNS! THIS IS AN ACTIVE CRIME SCENE SO UNLESS YOU WANT TO JOIN THIS GUY IN THE BRIG I SUGGEST YOU CUT IT!" Draven yelled. Michael looked over to Allan. "Are you ok?" He asked in tandem with Allan asking him the same question. Michael blinked and looked down at himself. Right, he got shot. "I'm fine, Allan." Michael assured, looking down to reveal bullet holes and some of the actual bullets still stuck on his skin on his arms and torso, though barely any bleeding at all. "Normal bullets can't harm me. Silver bullets, however, can. Something about the purity of the metal is able to hurt me and many other creatures more than with standard steel or metal ones." Michael explained, reaching into his arm as he pulled out a bullet from his arm, grunting gently. As he did, the wound slowly, but surely, began to close itself up, skin attaching itself to seal. "See?" Michael looked over at Allan with a soft smile. "You're one hell of a shot, Allan. Seriously. It'd be a mistake to underestimate you with a gun." Allan joked. Soon there was the sound of a helicopter slowly approaching the area. "About time." Tabitha hummed. Suddenly, a message from the Warden herself; "Good job out there. Tabitha and Draven, you are to stay behind to clear up the area and report the incident. Cassio and Othello, return to the base immediately and meet me in my office. I have something of importance to discuss with both of you."

There was a tough line between deadly and non-deadly, especially with supernaturals. If you held back, you would be killed. If you went all out, you could cause unnecessary deaths. In this line of work, no one wanted the latter. Michael drove, concentrating on the road ahead, careful of the other vehicles as he kept up with the suspect. He could barely keep his attention away from his partner as he would lean out the window to try and gets a good shot at the suspect. "Nice shot!" Michael cheered as he saw Allan take out the suspect's tire, sending the suspect out of control before finally coming to a stop. Once Michael stopped the car, he followed Allan out. "Suspect highly intoxicated. Requesting extra large vehicle for transport on standby." Michael called over the radio, eyeing the suspect. Michael was quick to stand by his partner, standing his ground with him. "M&M's responsibility involves the safety of both humans and monsters alike. Until humanity is ready to accept our existence, we will work in order to make the world safe for both! And currently, you are disturbing that existence in a reckless manner! Put the gun down before you do something you regret!" Michael yelled, his gun close as he watched his movements. The Minotaur slurred something under his breath, clumsily holding its gun as it waved it around. Michael's eyes were more focused on the gun than anything else. "Little humans...think that this is their world alone...they should know better." The Minotaur huffed, growling as it glared at Allan. The Minotaur took a single step forward, only receiving a low growl from Michael in response, which caused the Minotaur to laugh. "Humans...need to be taught a lesson of who rules this world!" The Minotaur hissed. Suddenly it pulled its gun up and shot at the two. Michael quickly stepped in front of Allan, the bullets hitting him with no damage as he shot back. From behind the Minotaur, Tabitha jumped on its back, wrapping her tail around it's arms to keep him from trying to shoot anymore. The Minotaur roared, shaking wildly trying to get her off. "Guys!" Draven yelled, running over as he opened up a suitcase, containing a single gun and large syringe. A tranquilizer gun. "Too little and it won't do shit, too much and it'll stop his heart. Ryder sent this, it's the exact dose, but it has to hit." Draven said. Michael picked up the gun, loading it with the tranquilizer, before handing it to Allan. "We'll keep it busy, think you can land a hit while we do?"

Michael was already there, watching as Allan strapped in. "First a Wendigo and now a thieving Minotaur? This has not been our week." Michael said as Draven spoke over the radio. "Alright. We'll come from the North and you come from the South, we have to block the entrances and exits." Draven said. Michael revved up the engine as his sirens played loudly, driving off towards the gas station at the given coordinates. "How the hell are we going to explain this one?" Michael muttered. "We currently have the news reporting that it is a man inside an elaborate costume." Tabitha said. "You really think they'll believe that?" Michael asked. "Nope!" Draven added. "Right. Normal bullets should do damage on this guy. Problem, he has thick skin so it might take a few rounds." Michael said, driving as they reached their location in tandem with Draven and Tabitha. They both drifted as they turned their cars, stopping them across the exit and entrance of the Gas Station, the suspect's car right in the middle of it. "The suspect is still inside. I can smell him from here." Draven hissed. "Be wary, there might be people still inside." Michael said. "Call out for him?" Tabitha suggested. Michael reached inside, taking out the microphone as he activated the car's speakers. "We know you're in there! We have you surrounded! Step out of the station with your hands up and surrender peacefully!" Michael yelled through the speaker. Draven had his head up, listening to any sound that came from the inside. There was not much change for a few moments other than the shuffling of something inside. Suddenly, Draven yelled. "TABITHA, INCOMING!" Tabitha wasted no time, her eyes turning as black as coal as she jumped over the car and in front of the gasoline dispensers. Suddenly, a large metallic shelf crashed right through the windows of the front of the gas station from the inside. From Tabitha's lower back, a large red appendage emerged, swerving in front of her before slicing the shelf right in half, the two pieces flying to the side, landing by the cars, avoiding a possible deadly collision between that and the stored gasoline. From the store, the Minotaur stepped out, a bag of money held in one hand as it held a gun in the other. "Drop your weapon and surrender!" Tabitha yelled. The Minotaur simply huffed, anger in his eyes as it charged straight at Tabitha. Tabitha blocked with her tail, only to suddenly be punched across her side, sending her flying across a few feet into the air. "Tabitha!" Draven pointed his gun, Michael raising his arm. "Be careful of the gasoline! We could cause an explosion!" The Minotaur quickly hurried to its car. "He's going to get away!" Tabitha yelled, getting up from her feet as she ran at the car, stabbing her tail into the back mirror, shattering it and wrapping herself around it as the Minotaur took off, dragging her behind with him. "Shit!" Michael got inside the car. "Suspect is on the run, we're in pursuit!" Michael revved the car, and so the chase began.

Michael had spent the rest of the day doing as he did. He wrote the report, he drank some dinner, he took a shower and proceeded to retire to his dorm, typing out some personal entries and reading up on the forums and news outlets. He didn't see Allan for the rest of the day, and he was ok with that. He figured he would need some space. The last thing he wanted was to hog him all over and make him feel uncomfortable. "Reading up on your heroic deeds?" Theodosia asked, phasing through the wall right above where Michael sat. Michael looked up, smiling before looking back at the news website. "Just making sure that we didn't leave anything behind." Michael said, exiting out of the news website and gently closing the laptop. "Need anything? Did Draven sneak another cat into his dorm?" He asked. "I wish, but no." Theodosia said, floating downwards, floating next to Michael. "It's about Allan." Theodosia said. Michael was quick to sit up at the mention of his name. "Is he alright?" "Oh, he's fine." Theodosia smiled softly. "Physically, at least. It's just...having a small crisis over his position here." "That's to be expected. Most, if not all humans have that." "Yes. He is...truly terrified. He compares himself with you and the rest. A human against a supernatural. He fears he is not good enough to make it through this job alive. He fears he can't even trust anyone that isn't human like him. Not even you." Theodosia explained. Michael blinked, and sighed, nodding softly. "I...understand. To be the odd one out. It's terrifying." Michael looked over across his desk, a familiar picture standing in a frame. "To know that there are beings more powerful than you, that can kill you so easily, and having no way out. It's either fight or fight. You die either way." "What will you do?" "I'll give him time. Let him unravel. He has only started, and sure, he is human, but he is skilled. He has a lot to learn, and I have a feeling he'll be a quick learner." Michael looked up at Theodosia. "I will have his back no matter what, no matter how small or big the problem. He's my partner. Nothing less. I...I have a really good feeling about him. Reminds me of-!" Michael cut himself short from the name, pursing his lips as he shook his head. Theodosia chuckled. "I'm glad you got partnered up with him. If I'm being honest...this will be good for you too." Theodosia said. Michael hummed, turning to the picture frame before gently turning it face down. "I won't fail this time." He stood up. "I better get some rest. I'm exhausted." Michael said, climbing onto bed. "I'll go bother someone else then...good night, Michael." "Good night Theodosia. Michael said, turning the lights off before pulling on the curtains of his bed, the curtains quickly closing down as he drifted to sleep.

If Shiva dies it's a chain reaction from bad, to pretty bad, to worse. Her citizens, then there's Jynn, then there's the implications after that...ohhh I can't waaaaait

Saros dashed right after Stephen, towards the Heartless. "Watch your back!" Saros yelled, throwing his keyblade. The blade spun across the sand, causing sand to fly right into the air while revealing a few of the hidden Heartless, these in the shape of hermit crabs, with a tough outer shell and sharp claws to attack. From behind the sand Saros swung his whip, slashing across a group of the small Heartless with one hand as the other caught his keyblade, spinning right into another Heartless as he landed on his feet. He turned, whipping the sand in front of a Heartless, sending it flying once more. Using it as cover while the Heartless hid from the flying sand, he dashed across to the side, gliding to the Heartless' weak spot before slashing right through it once more. Before he could continue onto another target, a peculiar noise caught his attention. The buck of a...chicken? Saros' eyes glanced around, before finding the source. It was a chicken, a rooster, walking in the middle of the battlefield all while surrounded by Heartless. Saros didn't even hesitate, his eyes widening as he dashed towards it. He managed to throw his whip, having it wrap around the rooster's leg before pulling it towards him, barely saving him from a Heartless jumping right on it. He caught the rooster in his hand, staring at it as it screamed in panic. Saros quickly settled it down for it to run away, however, it decided to jump up and sit down on the shell of one of the Heartless, the Heartless itself running around trying to get it off. Saros was quick to smack the Heartless away and getting the rooster back into his arms. "Why the hell aren't you running away?!" Saros asked, staring down at the feathered creature. He could ignore it...but...it was a rooster. He was meant to protect all creatures from the Heartless. He was sure roosters were included. "Ok, you're staying with me until this is over." Saros decided, holding the rooster under one arm as he held his keyblade infront of them with the other.

Ryder watched as the group walked away as lively as they had come in. He chuckled. "Been a while since we had a human...he should do well here." Ryder said, frowning momentarily. "Michael...be careful with this one." Ryder hummed, looking up as the doors opened to reveal a group dragging a covered body in a stretcher. "We've brought the Wendigo corpse." One of them said. "Wonderful. Please, right this way. No time to waste." Ryder said as he walked back in. As Draven and Tabitha waved goodbye and went their own way to write out their reports, Michael turned to look at Allan. "Allan! Come by my room real quick. I have something to show you." Michael said. He didn't even wait, quickly leading Allan to his dorm. He had Allan wait outside as Michael hurried inside, only to step right back out while hiding something behind his back. "When I heard we were receiving a human, I thought you might want something to familiarize yourself with what we might encounter before actually facing them so..." Michael said, pulling a large book out from his back, handing it to Allan. It was large, thick and filled with descriptions and pictures alike. On it, in large letters it read; 'MYTH & LEGENDS: THE SUPERNATURAL ENCYCLOPEDIA'. "This one contains the most accurate information in a brief manner. Should help out to remember the basic weaknesses and strengths of your allies, and possibly, enemies." Michael said with a smile, his eyes glistening at Allan. "Well? Do you like it? I figured it might be useful."

Saros was enjoying the coconut juice, eating a bit of the scrapes from the inside. That is, until Susan alerted them of upcoming boats. Someone was coming, and whether they were friends or foe, better it be safe than sorry. Saros glanced around for a hiding spot, finding a spot that was heavily forested with tropical plants and large leaves. He dropped the coconut, quickly grabbing Stephen. "In here!" He said, pulling him to their hiding spot as he knelt down, hiding underneath the leaves, the shadows hiding them while allowing them some sort of view to the upcoming people. He pursed his lips. "(Hiding from them won't really solve anything, or help us, for that fact. But...it should be better than to surprise them and give the wrong impression, I guess.)" Saros thought, looking over to Stephen while getting a finger up to his lips in the shh sign. He wasn't going to waste his energy on shadows just yet. Instead, he kept his keyblade at the ready.

Michael waved at the Warden. "I'll heal up. I always do." He said casually as they all entered the building, leading Allan to the Infirmary just a few floors down. It was located on the same floor as the Mess Hall, down the hall of the elevator. It had large double doors with the word infirmary on a sign on top. Draven wrapped a playful arm around Allan, smirking to himself. "Oh, you're going to love him." Draven teased as they entered the infirmary. It contained a small waiting room with seats and magazines, a large desk with a tv overhead right next to another pair of doors that led to the examination areas. Behind the desk stood a rather tall man in a doctor's robe, writing some stuff down, the desk only allowing a view of the hips upwards. "Hey, Ryder!" Draven called. The doctor looked up, smiling softly. "Hey guys. I heard the news. Good work out there. I haven't heard about a Wendigo in ages. Should be interesting to dissect once it gets here." Ryder said, setting the pen down. "We came here for a routine check up." Michael said, gesturing to Allan. "Ryder, this is Allan Othello. My partner." "Oh! So this is the human I've been hearing so much about." Ryder said as he began to walk around the desk. However, it didn't sound like footsteps. As Ryder stepped out from behind the reception counter, it revealed his body below the waist, the body of a horse, with hooves and everything. Draven smirked at Allan. "Ryder here is half-centaur." Draven mused. "Yes. Mother was a centaur, father a human. It's nice to see some human diversity among our staff. It's nice to meet you, Allan." Ryder said, walking over as he shook Allan's hand, all while standing taller than all of them at a height of 6 feet and 6 inches. "I'll check you guys up. Come right in." Ryder said, gesturing to the examination area. "May I wash up a bit?" Michael asked. Ryder nodded. "Of course. Come along." Ryder said, taking them back for a basic check up while Michael washed the blood off. "Let's check you up first, Allan." Ryder offered. ---

- Vanitas - w/ Bistro, Jynn, James & Aya - Vanitas nodded at Bistro, raising his hands as the kid seemed a little bit too eager to just run off and resume to whatever he was doing. "Slow down, you'll fatigue yourself out." Vanitas said, waving his hands at the kid. Not only that, but glancing over, it seemed that they were being watched by someone else. Or more specifically, followed. Vanitas could feel the slightest lump against his throat as his mind began to race. They were already at a rather delicate, and probably dangerous situation concerning them and the Journals. Now they had someone following them? Was it the Keepers?! Were they here already?! Vanitas jumped slightly, taking a few steps back before picking back his hammer, gripping it almost defensively in case it did turn out that the Keepers were going to show. He looked over at Bistro, frowning slightly. "Well, if you're in that much of a hurry, I don't think we have the right to stop you, but if you're in trouble, the police can help, you know." Vanitas said, offering some advice. He couldn't help but to mentally scoff at himself. He had already gotten James and himself into a grave that they didn't know if they could dig their way out of. Could the police help them too? "(No. Getting them involved might only turn things for the worse.)" Vanitas acknowledged. He made this mess, and with the appreciated help, he was going to resolve it. Even if it killed him.

Michael smiled softly. He was glad. For one, that everything went fairly alright despite the fight, and that Allan didn't seem to be scared of him. Even among other supernaturals, when one showed their strength, it was common to have hesitation. Especially if you were new. But Allan instead thought it was cool, actually. "(I'm glad.)" Michael smiled to himself as they hurried over to the van. The crowd had only gotten bigger, family members reuniting as the flash of the press cameras blinded the police officers heavily watching over the scene. "It appears that the hostages have been released into police custody! We don't have any confirmation of the perpetrator, nor his status, but we will keep you updated as this unfolds!" One of the reporters said, dutifully looking to the camera. Once they got inside the van, Michael took a glance out the window. Away from the cameras and the public, the hostages were being loaded into ambulances, sirens singing soft tunes to calm them down as they did. He was keen on keeping his bloodied hand away from everything in general. The blood was rotten and sticky, and he was more than eager to wash it right off. He looked over to Allan, chuckling. "Your second day in and you already had to deal with a Wendigo hostage situation. You either have the best or worst luck I've ever seen, Allan!" Michael chuckled. "I'll say. Seriously, if it were me in your shoes, I would've quit already!" Draven said, resting back against the seat. He glanced out the window, watching as they loaded the freed hostages into ambulances. "They'll be worked on by sirens, right?" Draven asked. "Yeah. They'll work their magic and convince them that what they saw was part of the trauma of the moment. There was no supernatural rotting Wendigo. Just a crazed cannibal man." Tabitha said. Michael pursed his lips, looking over at Allan. "Hey Allan." He said, smiling. "Thank you for not being scared of me. I really mean it." Michael said. Draven chuckled. "I'd say. I'll admit, Allan. You're not a bad kid. You're certainly braver than all of the humans I've worked with. Any of them would've had a breakdown. You took it like a pro." Draven said, giving Allan thumbs up. "Good for you." Tabitha nodded in agreement, humming. "Actually, I think that after reporting ourselves we might end up being sent to be checked out by the doctor for any injuries." Tabitha suggested. "Oh yeah. That would be a good idea, just in case." Draven said, quickly smiling at Allan. "Now that I think of it, you're going to like the doctor. He's half-human!"

I'll be posting soon, as well. Just got home from vaca, will be able to properly post now

Saros perked his head up at the question. Home. "My world?" Saros paused, pursing his lips. "Anova. It's a very beautiful place. The cities are built to counterbalance the nature that surrounds them, it's a perfect mix of modern technology and wildlife." Saros began. "It's a...very statistically oriented world. Everything is highly controlled, including the nature that surrounds the cities. Decisions are usually made by choosing the one with the most positive outcome according to calculations. As well that it is limited. That way everything is balanced. If there is too much of one profession, it is temporarily removed from being able to study it in order to increase the other ones. If there is an overpopulation of a species, they either kill some off or increase the numbers of it's known predators. When I was born there was a ban on studying to become certain type of doctors, astronomers and teachers in the favor of encouraging the professions of agriculture, music and biology." Saros explained, pausing to look up at the coconut tree, his eyes glistening in interest. "The one thing that none of the calculations predicted was my affinity to the darkness, and being chosen by the keyblade, so I was isolated until King Mickey took me in with other apprentices." Saros summoned his keyblade, aiming before throwing his keyblade. The keyblade spun upwards, before slashing the coconut right off the tree. As the coconut fell, the keyblade spun back like a boomerang, slashing the coconut before being caught by Saros in one hand while he caught the coconut with the other. He dismissed his keyblade, pulling on the coconut, easily breaking it in two after the keyblade had slashed it in half. He offered one half to Stephen. "I'm guessing this world reminds you of yours? Like it reminds Ina of hers."

Saros stepped out into the ramp, covering his eyes momentarily as they adjusted to the sunlight. It was an absolutely stunning place, a scenario he wasn't used to nor seen before in his short life. One of those that made it worth actually stepping outside of your room to visit and explore. One of those few. Ina was already running out into the water, Saros chuckling after her. "Can crabs even get sad?" Saros asked, stopping right by the shore, just a few inches from the water reaching his feet. It was so clear he could see the bottom of it! "(We should return here some day.)" Saros thought, removing his hoodie before he tied it around his waist. His eyes simply gleamed at the beauty of it, a beauty he hadn't seen before but loved instantly. Like a child with a toy. Yeah, this world was definitely one worth fighting for. He reached into the water, picking up a small, nice looking seashell with pink hues before drying it briefly and putting it away in the safe place that was his pocket. For a moment he contemplated into stepping in and joining Alin in her celebration, but hesitated at the last moment. "(Wait...I can't swim.)" Saros gulped, taking a step away and safe. "(We mustn't get distracted easily. We have a job to do.)" Saros thought, looking around and into the mainland, seeing multiple man-made paths of wornout grass leading in. The sunlight didn't provide with as many shadows to his advantage as Traverse Town did, but just enough. Not like it was a bad thing anyways. He looked over to Stephen, offering a smile. They were one weird group, but that had it's own charm. "I think we should head inland." Saros suggested, thinking of the smoky, dark area they saw before they landed. "It would be a shame to see this world go too." Saros looked over to Stephen. "Ever been to this world before?"

Saros sighed heavily at the resurfacing, and spreading of his nickname. Not really like he could fight it. It had stuck to him, and will most likely stick to him until the day he died. "Saros, or Whippy. Either is fine." Saros muttered, stepping into the ship, as he smiled at Spectre. "Thank you." He said. Soon, they had hyper jumped into the nearest world. A beautiful one of islands and blue seas. Saros leaned against the nearest window, whistling. "Beautiful." Saros whispered, smiling as he looked over. "Man...now I want a beach vacation..." Saros hummed. He looked over at the group. Holy crap there were a lot. "(Well, the more the merrier, and stronger, yes?)" Saros thought, looking over out the window as he saw the smoke rising on the horizon. "We should talk to the locals after landing about...whatever it's out there." Saros said, stepping away as he walked over Stephen. "Don't worry. We're all one big mix of misfits. We're bound to get along eventually." Saros offered playfully as he watched him go. "(Keep an eye on him still. I'll limit anymore clones until I've regained my mana.)"

Saros grumbled under his breath, raising an eyebrow as he watched this new challenger approaching. No hello, no accusations, just straight up challenging them to a fight. "We don't have time for this..." Saros muttered under his breath, gripping his handheld game tighter as he looked up. There's only so much one can do. They already had such a large group, and the worry of searching for Xavier. "(This is getting out of hand.)" Saros thought, bitting his lip slightly. If they let their guard down it would be begging for Xavier to get them once he saw the chance for it. Saros stepped a tad bit closer. "We mean no harm to you, nor we have qualms against you. Unless you want to get to the point and tell us what is it that you want, we are quite busy with stuff to do." Saros said, groaning loudly as he proceeded to point at Stephen. "Like Talion said. Unless you're here for his bounty, then to which I guess we could find a compromise." Saros said, glancing over at Alin. "Don't give her an excuse to actually fight us. We have better, more important things to do. Seriously." Saros hummed, waving his handheld game at Alin.

Michael looked over to Allan, nodding. The recovery of the hostages alive was priority number one. "Do you think he can be reasoned with?" Tabitha asked. "Seeing how he's eating to the bone, I doubt it." Draven hissed. "Alright. The moment I open this door, you get the civilians out and down the stairs. I'll keep the subject busy. Once the civilians are out of harms way, it's a matter of keeping the fight inside the building. Ready?" Michael asked, looking over at everyone. Once he got their confirmation, he turned back to the door. "Right. Run in after me. Group 2, make sure that he doesn't leave this floor alive." Michael said. He gestured the group to give him some space, before suddenly, with a single kick, kicked the door off its hinges, sending it flying across the apartment as it slammed against the Wendigo, knocking it over. Michael didn't hesitate, dashing inside as he slammed his body against the door that stood between him and the Wendigo, pinning it against the wall. "GO GO GO!" Michael yelled, pushing the door as the hostages ran for dear life to the safety of the officers. The Wendigo roared, clawing against the door before slamming its fist right through it and breaking it in two, throwing the pieces to the side as it reached out to bite Michael. Michael grabbed the Wendigo by the neck, slamming its head against the floor beneath over and over again. "What are you waiting for?! Kill it already!" Tabitha yelled, flinching as the fight went on. "I'm on it-!" Michael hissed before being thrown across the apartment, crashing into the steel fridge hard enough to bend it. The Wendigo turned, charging straight at the doorway. "LOOK OUT!" Tabitha yelled, pushing people out of the Wendigo's way. The Wendigo rushed out into the hallway, hurrying for a way to escape. Team 2 began to move, charging at it to keep it from going further. The Wendigo struggled, throwing members across the hallway and into the roof and walls as it rushed forward. "Don't let him out!" Draven yelled. Michael ran out of the apartment, pulling out his whip as he threw it. The whip flew past his comrades, reaching at the Wendigo and wrapped itself around it, keeping it from going any further. Michael didn't held back, pulling the Wendigo back to him with a single pull. As the Wendigo flew back, Michael's eyes sharpened as he reached out. Just as the Wendigo flew past him, Michael slashed right through the Wendigo in mid air. By the time the Wendigo flew past him, it collapsed into two pieces, blood spilling everywhere as the two pieces of body fell onto the floor with loud thuds. There was silence, Michael pulling back his whip before transforming it into a cane. "...target...target is down." Tabitha confirmed. Michael looked over to Allan, his eyes glowing slightly as blood covered his hands. "Are you ok?"

"Imidietly." The Shadow Copy said, gesturing to the exit. "I'll take you to meet us. I warn you that this mission will not be easy, nor safe. But then again, you have a bounty over your head. You shouldn't have a problem defending yourself, should you?" The Shadow Copy asked, beginning to lead Stephen to the location of the ship and the rest of the group. "My deal is that I was thrust into a position. I was chosen by a key that is used as a sword and just like that one is expected to take the lead and save the world, and yet I don't want to shy from it. Instead ,I don't plan on losing to that who abuses of the powers given to them. This shadow shall lead you. We may speak more in person." The Shadow Copy said, the gleam of it's eyes dulling as Saros' sight returned to his own body. Saros smiled at the conga line idea. "I don't know about you, but limbo goes pretty well with conga, and I can go pretty low." Saros chuckled, letting go of Spectre as he opened his eyes, rubbing them slightly. "Thank you. The meeting went smoothly. They should arrive soon, actually." Saros said, looking up at the ship. This should do. This would do wonderfully. "Amazing. Does this beauty have a name?" He asked, stepping inside. He wanted to explore, but he hesitated, looking over at the team. "Spirit, correct? You wouldn't happen to have an interstellar map, would you? I suggest we should all agree on which world to go to instead of going in blindly." Saros suggested, his tone low as he glanced up around the ship. He was usually quiet, his tone low as it was. The Shadow Clone led Stephen to the group. Saros turned, waving the Shadow Clone away as it dispersed. 5 clones in a row. He needed coffee and a nap. "Here he is." Saros said, gesturing Stephen over. "This is Stephen. Come, maybe you could share some information on the surrounding worlds too. We're just about to plan something out, hopefully." Saros said, a 6th Shadow Clone hiding in Stephen's shadow. He wasn't going to let this guy get the free reign just yet.

Hey Cyber. You have a secondary characer named ATLAS, yes? Like an AI? Think you could write who is saying what after writting out the quote. Like, "ATLAS, record a message." Stephen ordered. "Recording now." ATLAS responded. It justs makes it easier to know who is talking rather than guessing which quote belongs to who. If you could.

Saros yawned as he followed Spectre. "Technically speaking, our rank of master won't be worth crap if we can't fix the problem... considering that if we fail there won't be anyone left to teach when our turn arrives." Saros said, taking out his handheld game from his pocket. Saros' eyebrow lifted slightly as he heard the incoming message. "Do you have the exact coordinates?" Saros asked. A guy with a bounty on his head? As much as his brain screamed, 'Saros this could be a dangerous person', his brain also reasoned, 'Of he has a bounty he might have been around the worlds as they fell into darkness and could offer both his services and knowledge to the mission'. Regardless, he considered ignoring his plea to be a tad bit rude. His shadow spread, a Shadow Copy of himself sprouting next to him as he walked. "I'll send a copy to check him out for us. Be my eyes for a bit." Saros said, quickly taking hold of the back of Spectre's shirt for guidance as he closed his eyes, his vision now that of the copy as it hurried over to the second district. The Shadow Copy hurried to the coordinates, traveling the shadows until reaching the local bar. It stuck it's head out, looking around as it's eyes landed on Stephen. He was the only one out of place in a town full of 'civilians'. His clothing and weapons alone stood out. The Shadow Copy crawled from the shadow, standing right up as it walked up to Stephen, it's voiced that of Saros overlayed with a more distorted version of it. "You are the one who sent the message?" The Shadow Copy asked, gesturing to itself. "I am Keyblade Master Saros. This is a Shadow Copy for us to communicate while my physical body remains with the group. I've heard your plea. We do not know about your bounty, nor we have the authority to over turn it. However, we are on a bounty mission ourselves, in search of the man responsible for opening the keyholes and allowing the darkness to return to the worlds. We cannot promise you anything, but if you wish to help us, and we succeed, I am sure that the bounty could be considered in return for your heroic efforts. Again, I do not promise anything...but it would be foolish of me to not offer an alliance and strengthen our numbers." The Shadow Copy spoke, gesturing as it looked at Stephen with bright yellow eyes.

Michael looked over at Allan, before giving him a reassuring smile. "It's scary. If it wasn't scary, then it wouldn't be our job. But regardless whether you are a human or a being of supernatural origin, the principals of justice apply the same. Our duty is to bring justice to those who need it, and make the city safe for everyone. This is the principal of M&M. To bring balance of equal justice to men and monster. Just follow your training and instincts, like you've done so far, and you should be fine...besides, I'm your partner. I'll watch your back, and you'll watch mine, yes?" Michael explained, getting a reassuring hand on Allan's shoulder. As they reached the apartments, it was chaos. The police tensely guarded the perimeter, all blocked by police cars and police alike, keeping both reporters and the public at bay. "All elevators have been disabled. You'll use the staircase. We have confirmed the apartment number is 735." The Warden spoke through their headphones. Michael looked over. "Draven and I will take the front. Watch our backs." Michael asked, Draven stepping up as they hurried to the side entrance, which led directly to the stairs. Michael and Draven nodded at each other, before carefully opening the door and hurrying in, quickly scouting out the perimeter. Once they saw it was clear, he signaled for them to continue, quickly running up the stairs. As they approached the 7th floor, one could see the drops of blood beginning to appear on the floor. Michael covered his nose slightly. "Michael?" Tabitha asked. "There's...a lot of it." He warned. Draven nodded, hurrying to the door and slowly opening it. Once he saw the hallway clear, he signaled for them to follow down. As they began to walk down the hallway, it was eerily quiet, and the closer they got to the apartment, the worse the scene seemed. Soon, there were blood patches on the floor and wall, still fresh and dripping. Lots of blood...but no bodies. Suddenly they stopped, Draven signaling to stop. In the silence, they could hear the soft whimpers and...some other noise. Squishy noise. Draven pointed forward, at the single door with blood all over it and beneath. Apartment 735. They crept closer, by this point surrounding the apartment entrance. Michael leaned in, looking through the peephole to see the inside, eyes eyes widening. "What is it?" Tabitha asked, barely whispering. Michael gritted his teeth. "We have a Wendigo." If Allan were to see, the inside of the apartment was bloody. The hostages all huddled up in a corner as Horacio sat over a couple of corpses, eating them raw. ---