Stardustblade358

Saros crossed his arms at Spectre. "Susan, Ina and I were sent here to spread the search for Xavier and to find clues on his whereabouts. Needless to say, we got more than we expected to actually find. Not that it's a bad thing." Saros said, shrugging slightly as she looked over at Zion, then at Alin. "Emotional attachments are seen as both a strength and a weakness, but it is also what defines us as human. It can't be helped if one person is more emotional than another. As long as she can hold her ground, there shouldn't be a problem." Saros commented before looking over at Kalm, narrowing his eyes at the kid. "You can fight...but your lack of defense is worrying. As long as you make sure you don't die on us, and know that we aren't your babysitter, I don't see why not." Saros sighed, looking over at Spectre. "Think you'd be willing to make a detour from your duty for the sake of helping us track down an insane criminal?"

Michael looked over at Allan, gesturing him over. "We wait for orders." Michael said, looking back up. The Warden turned to the members. "Listen up! We have confirmation that the culprit is of supernatural origin! Our job is to take it down before it causes permanent damage, get these hostages killed, or worse. As we know, this is a delicate situation. The knowledge of the supernatural is meant to remain a secret from humanity for the sake of safety of everyone. Our priority is to make sure to take care of this situation before it gets out of our control. The quieter and quicker, the better. Here is the game plan." The Warden said, changing the display on the screen to video of the building. "The crime scene is the Bellua Apartments. The suspect's name is Horacio Bonaventura, one of the tenants. We have no confirmation on what species he is, however; he killed the security guards who went to check on him after a noise complaint. After that, he has proceeded to pull out multiple people from their apartments, rounding them up before the alarm was pulled and people began to evacuate. We estimate around 10 to 13 hostages being held. Fatalities include inhabitants that tried to fight back and were quickly put down. He is holding them all in his apartment on the 7th floor. Our job is to get in, take him out, and save as many hostages as possible. If any and all attempts at negotiation fails, for the means of saving lives, deadly force against the suspect is authorized." The Warden explained, quickly pointing out groups. "We shall separate in pairs! Team One shall be compromised of Allan Othello, Michael Cassio, Draven Feles & Tabitha Mortem! You four will be the ones to close in on the apartment and attempt a negotiation. Team Two will follow Team One and get ready to provide support should the negotiations go haywire. Team Three shall be at standby to take a hold of the hostages once they are free. If they saw something they shouldn't, we must make sure they think of it merely as a side effect from the traumatic experience. The rest shall be Team Four who will be on standby in case we need more support. I shall send you a message to assign you to either team Two, Three or Four. We cannot fail...am I clear?!" The Warden asked, to which everyone responded the same answer. "YES MAM!" "Very well. Suit up and get ready for transport! We leave in 5!" The Warden yelled. With that, everyone scattered to make a line, looking at their phones for their team assignments. Michael quickly got around Allan, stepping in between him and the rushing masses. Draven and Tabitha stepped over. "Seems we're the stars of this show." Draven said. Kirius whistled, getting the attention of the team. "Come on guys, you're Team One, you get first dibs." Kirius said, returning to the back of the kitchen. The group followed him in. Kirius proceeded to walk over to a spice shelf, getting his hand behind it before a loud click was heard. The shelf slowly moved to the side, revealing a very large, hidden armory. "Standard bulletproof vests and a gun of your choice." Kirius reminded as the team stepped in. He paused, looking at Allan. "Maybe a helmet for Allan, too." Kirius said.

-THE NEXT DAY- Allan would have woken to the sound of an inescapable alarm, the lights in his room suddenly turning on color red as the speakers overhead spoke over the alarms. "CALLING ALL AVAILABLE OFFICERS TO THE CAFETERIA! WE HAVE A CODE 171, HOSTAGE SITUATION! I REPEAT, ALL AVAILABLE OFFICERS ARE TO REPORT TO THE CAFETERIA IMMEDIATELY! WE HAVE RECEIVED A CODE 171, HOSTAGE SITUATION!" Outside, members were scrambling to get to the cafeteria, some half-dressed. Hostage situations were not common, but not rare either. However, when it involved a supernatural perpetrator, it was up to the M&M to fix the problem before it. The Warden was standing in the cafeteria, the giant plasma tv blasting the breaking news. Michael was already there, along with Draven and Tabitha. Everyone was wearing a grim expression on their faces. "Sadly...it's been confirmed that the culprit is a supernatural being."

Within a few moments, Michael was entering the cafeteria, smiling at Allan as he waved at him. "I'm guessing things went well?" Michael asked, taking a seat in front of him. In his hands he had a clipboard, papers already on it with fresh ink as he had just finished writing his reports. "Draven told me about how you did with the run away kid. You've solved two cases in a row in a single day. You're pretty amazing, you know?" Michael said, frowning a bit as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you out with that one. The Aqua district is just one of those places where it's very hard for my kind to traverse, you know? The whole 'vampires can't cross streams or running water'? That's a thing, haha. I'm also glad that the kid didn't try to swim away, either. Draven is a terrible swimmer." Michael chuckled. "I guess, that is your biggest advantage. Humans are one of the most adaptable species out there. There are no rules to bind you." "That is one of the things that humans have an advantage over us." The Warden spoke, walking up towards the two. "We were gifted and cursed all the same, with powers beyond our own imagination, but at a price. By definition, we are gods bound by rules. Humans, however, are mortals free of any rules other than the limits of their own body." The Warden explained, glaring at Allan momentarily before clearing her throat. "Are your reports done?" She asked. "Yes mam." Michael said, handing his reports over to the Warden. The Warden took Allan's, taking a glance over them before nodding approvingly. "Very well. Good job, you two. Allan is still alive. Let's see if he lasts the week. You are dismissed for the night." The Warden said, nodding at the two before walking away. Michael watched her, before turning to Allan with a smile. "I think she's beginning to warm up to you!" --- District Dictionary:

Saros smirked at Alin's compliment. He was beginning to get used to the nickname. Though he felt tired. He needed some candy or a snack. Yeah, that sounded good. Saros looked over at Jynn, and then at Zion. They were an odd group...but it was better than nothing. "Well, this confirms the worst case scenario. Xavier is plunging the worlds into darkness, and has also gone as far as to use the masters against us." Saros turned to Zion. "We need to expect the worst case scenario for master Xion, as well. If he has taken control of Roxas, he might have done the same for Xion. Positive outlook, they are alive. Negative outlook, we need to find a way to separate them and Xavier without killing them." Saros said, holding his head as he rubbed his temples. "However...if Roxas was around, it means that Xavier can't be too far away either. He would be risking breaking the connection due to the distance and leaving his body unprotected." Saros looked up at Susan. "We need to begin to search in the nearby worlds. If we start locking the worlds we might force Xavier out of hiding to try and stop us. In all honesty...it's the only clue we have right now."

Draven looked at Allan with wide eyes. The mother stared at Allan, and then back down at her son, and then back at Allan. "I understand that." She began. "I understand that he is sensitive about this situation. About having to move to a new school with new people. But...it's for his own safety!" She insisted, her gaze piercing as she looked down at her son. "He is beginning to mature and develop, both his human sides and his mermaid sides. Being half, we do not know what to expect of what he might develop next. Right now the gills and his webbed feet and hands can either be hidden or explained, but we don't know what else he could develop soon. He already had an allergic reaction last month and his scales began to change color in the middle of class. If it we hadn't brought him home he would've been outed in front of the entire school." The mother explained, the child looking away, still upset. Draven cleared his throat. "We understand that this is your choice as a mother. Still, you could consider some options before moving onto drastic measures. Many witches and warlocks are able to create potions and charms that allow to camouflage one self now a days. Many waterproof, as well. I understand your concern of your child being found out. Many parents have that fear when enrolling their children into human schools. But you can't shelter him forever. He does need to learn to adapt." Draven offered. The mother crossed her arms as her husband, a human, stepped over, getting his hands on her shoulders. "But we have tried before...it hasn't worked-!" Her husband quickly rubbed her shoulders. "He was young, still a toddler. He's grown now. He'll be more consciously careful about his charms. Maybe it can work this time...it's worth the try." The husband said. The wife growled under her breath, looking down at her son. "We have a witch in our department. I can have her contact you with some options." Draven offered. The wife glanced around, and eventually sighed. "We will talk about it...later." She said, looking down at her son. "Go take a shower. Now." She asked, pointing at the house. The kid smiled softly before hurrying back into the house. "I'll have her contact you and set up an appointment. Have a good evening." Draven said, waving at the couple as they turned and returned to their house. Draven sighed, looking over at Allan. "Good job." He said, getting back into the car.

Draven stepped over, careful to not startle the kid. The kid pursed his lips, not bothered at all by the rain. If anything, it made his mood a tad bit better, though not completely better. Draven stepped over, making sure to initially block any escape routes that the kid might take. "Come on now. Lets get you home. Your parents are worried sick." Draven said. The kid sighed, shrugging slightly as he finally stood up. Draven nodded at Allan as he got a gentle hand behind the kid's back, guiding him forward as they began to make their way back to the parking lot. There, with an umbrella, Michael waited for them, smiling when he saw the kid with them. Thankfully, it seemed everything went alright. "I'm glad to see you're safe." Michael said to the kid, who simply scoffed as he looked away, arms crossed. "We'll take him home. Allan, want to take the ride with me?" Draven asked. "I think it would be best. I'll go ahead and return to base, and wait for your return." Michael said, looking at Allan. "I'll meet up with you later, Allan." Michael said. Draven nodded, quickly gesturing to his own vehicle. "Come on, lets get you home, kid." Draven said, opening the door to the backseat, the kid climbing right in as Draven closed it behind it. "Let's go, Allan." Draven said, getting into his car as he watched Michael drive away. Once Allan was in, Draven made sure that the kid had his seat belt on and drove off. It didn't take long to get to their house, it was around the same district. As he parked in front of the house, the kid's parents opened the door, yelling for their child. Draven stepped out along with the kid as the mother ran to hug her child. "Don't you ever do that to us again!" She sobbed, glaring at him. "What were you thinking?!"

Saros snapped towards Zion. "Don't hurt him!" He yelled, his eyes turning back to the new arrival with the sword of lightning. "If this is Roxas' body, we can't risk to kill him!" Saros yelled. Roxas chuckled, obviously amused by the multiple reactions of the group. Though, he did not back away, instead he edged forward, a smirk upon his lips. "Why, Roxas is right here! It's me!" Roxas said, holding his arms against his chest dramatically. "As for Xavier..." Roxas scoffed. "I'm right here, as well." He hummed, gesturing to his being as he took a few steps forward. "As for Xion..." Roxas hummed, before snickering. "That's another story." He said, purposely pushing Zion's buttons. Roxas looked up. "The Roxas you know is right in front of you, yet, he is not at the same. I have to admit, breaking his mind was...quite the process. But we're here regardless, aren't we?" Roxas said as he moved his hands, darkness surging beneath his feet at his every step. "I would challenge you to attack me. Go ahead! Give me your best shot! In the end of the day it won't be Xavier who would die, now would it?" Roxas teased. Roxas' amusement was short lived, his expression falling as he glared at the group. "You cannot stop this. You may wish and you may try but your efforts will end just like Roxas'. Futile." Roxas waved his hand, a dark portal appearing behind him. "You may try if you wish, however!...but be warned...you'll all submit sooner or later." With that, Roxas stepped back, disappearing into the portal. "NOW!" Saros yelled, from the shadows of the area a copy of himself dashing towards the portal. But it didn't reach it, the portal disappearing into nothing before it could do anything. "Dammit." Saros whispered, gritting his teeth. Well, if things weren't bad then, they were worse now.

"How foolish." A voice suddenly echoed around the group. To the three students, the voice was all too familiar. "You think you can actually stop this? You're nothing but mere pieces in this game. Pieces to be discarded to make way for the grand play." From the roof of the bell tower, a figure stood, staring down at the group before jumping right off, landing gracefully in front of them. As the figure stood, it was none other than Master Roxas himself. Yet, something was wrong. Saros, though he seemed happy for a moment, he narrowed his eyes the next, quickly extending his arm. "...who the hell are you?" Saros whispered. Roxas chuckled, opening his eyes...to reveal his blue eyes were now bright yellow. "What are you talking about? It's me. Roxas...at least, this body is." Roxas said, smirking. "This," Roxas moved around, referring to the remaining darkness that was slowly fading away. "is unavoidable. It is the cycle of how everything has to be. For every end there is a beginning, and now, for this beginning, there will be an end." Roxas explained. Saros gripped his fist. It looked like Roxas...but the darkness that resided inside...there was no possible way.

Draven kept a close eye, ready to jump at a moment's notice. The boy scoffed a bit, looking away for a second. "I'm not scared." The boy grumbled. It seemed he was expecting Allan, at least, someone to come for him. "I'm angry. I like my school. I like my friends, even the human ones." The kid said, looking at Allan. "Now they want to send me to a whole new school that I don't know, in a place that I don't know, with a new system I don't know about, with people and students that I don't know!" The kid's fists tightened. "They say that it's for the best for me. So I can be around other monsters. I don't want to be around other monsters! I want to be with my friends!" The kid snapped his head at Allan. "You adults just don't understand! To be dragged away and put somewhere you don't know anything about, alone and scared...not knowing if you'd even belong." The kid said, frustration in his tone as he turned his gaze to the ground, glaring as he gritted his teeth. "You can take me home, but I'll run away again. And again and again until they give up!" The kid yelled, kicking the ground beneath. By this point, thunder roared above the clouds as rain began to fall. "This is my home. I don't want them to take that away from me."

Michael stepped up, looking around. He pursed his lips. "I...can't traverse this district." Michael hissed, his eyes glancing around the area. Water. It was the water. "Allan. My movement is restricted here." Michael said, turning to him with worry in his eyes. "I can't cross running water. Rivers, streams, I can't cross them." He explained. As stupid as it seemed...it was a psychological phenomenon involving the vampire. It was like a trait. A physical and mental reaction in their bodies. They couldn't cross it. The moment they stepped close to one, they would freeze. They could be carried over it...but their bodies would not allow them to cross it. The same ideal went for entering homes of others without being invited by someone. "Glad I'm around, then." A familiar voice interrupted. Michael turned, seeing Draven pull up. "Draven." "I heard the call and decided to join while Tabitha wrapped up our other case. I'll help Allan out." Draven asked. "It's still a big district." Michael said, frowning. "Ah! That's why it's good to come prepared! You see, I stopped by the house before coming here." Draven said, tapping his nose. "Got a scent sample from one of his shirts. I should be able to track him down." Draven said. Michael smiled. "Nothing gets past you!" He chuckled. Draven nodded, looking over at Allan. "Come on, we'll partner up for this part." Draven winked as he turned his face to the district. "I can smell him right now." Draven said. Michael nodded, turning to Allan. "I'll be here when you two get back." Michael said. Draven gestured to Allan and ran off with him, following the scent. It led him to one of the many small islands that floated around the district. The kid sat on a bench, staring out to the horizon, and the ocean as his gills were exposed. The only way in or out by foot being by a single wooden bridge. "There he is." Draven said, looking over at Allan. "He might try to run by diving into the river. How do you want to handle this?"

Saros panted as the Heartless finally disappeared. He dismissed his keyblade as he allowed himself to rest. He considered, for a moment, if being annoyed was a valid excuse to Susan's question. But he eventually went against it. He pushed himself up and crossed his arms. "Fine over here. All pieces intact." Saros said, frowning as he took a glance around, making a mental note of the amount of people they had. Himself, Susan and Ina, the original trio. Alin, Kalm, Ghost and whoever he was with, the guy with the hammer, the angel that left to get some food...was he missing someone? Probably. "Well that...was eventful." Saros groaned. Things were not as in control as they expected them to be. At least, this safe heaven was safe. He walked over to Ina, gently and playfully pressing his face against her shoulder. "I'm so tired and we haven't even started." Saros complained, looking over at Susan. "Our suspect is long gone from here, but I think this is a lead. We need to check out other worlds that were marked as locked on the list. Maybe we'll end up encountering him in one of them...or not. Hopeful thinking, but you know." Saros hummed, glancing over at the rest as well. "So. Now that we're...peaceful. I wanted to ask. When your worlds were attacked, did you see anyone controlling the Heartless, or unlocking the world, or just someone that wasn't a Heartless that seemed suspicious before it all went down?" (more incoming...)

The couple sighed. "Thank you, officers. This could have...turned out a whole lot worse." The man said, rubbing the back of his head as the woman began to pull out the stash, joyful to see her belongings return to her. Michael nodded, smiling at Allan. "Right. We'll head back then. I hope everything goes well for you two. Have a nice day." Michael said, shaking their hands. Michael then turned to the Pooka. "Take a ride with us, we'll take you to a nearby park that has lots of wonderful trees for you to pick. Even fruit trees." Michael offered. The Pucca's hear perked up at the mention of the fruit trees, and nodded in agreement. Michael nodded, the three of them stepping out of the house and back into the car. Michael proceeded to drive them over to the nearest park, smirking at Allan. "You're a natural, Allan." Michael said. "Remember how you asked yourself why you were chosen? That's why. Obviously the superiors saw the same thing." Michael said, impressed and happy at Allan. It was impressive. He had been a trainee himself, and had been on the field with many trainees. No one had solved their case like Allan did. Michael parked by the park, opening a window to show the park to the Pucca. It was large, with lots, and lots and lots of trees and flowers, and bushes, and it even had a lake. The Pucca's eyes widened in awe, squealing. It was like paradise. "Here you go. Don't get into trouble now." Michael said. The Pucca turned to Allan. "Thank you!" The Pucca said, pecking his cheek with a kiss, and then at Michael, before quickly flying off, disappearing into the park. Michael sighed. "I love happy endings." Suddenly- "FREE SQUADS RESPOND!" The radio chirped. Michael turned, pressing a button. "This is Cassio and Othello. We're free to respond." Michael said. "THERE IS A RUNAWAY ALERT. MALE, 15 YEARS OF AGE, HALF-HUMAN, BLACK HAIR, GREEN EYES, AND FINS ON HIS NECK. LAST SEEN IN THE AQUA DISTRICT SOUTH OF THE CITY." Michael looked at Allan, turning back to the radio. "We'll help." "SENDING INFORMATION TO YOUR CELLPHONES NOW." A moment after, their phones rang with the information sent. Michael quickly checked as he began to drive off to the district. "This morning, the kid got into a discussion with his parents about being sent to a Supernatural boarding school. When his parents checked on him this afternoon, he was gone. He won't answer his cellphone. He is half-mermaid." Michael read, speeding off. "Would make sense for a kid to be upset about that...especially after studying in the city for so long."

Michael gasped as Allan revealed the culprit of the trouble; a Puca! The Puca coughed out powder, moving its hands to try and wipe it away with no results. "I can't believe it!" Michael said, taking a step forward as he took a closer look at the Puca in Allan's hand. The Puca coughed, struggling as it tried to slip away from his grip. "A Puca. I thought these little guys reserved themselves to city parks or forest areas. What are you doing here?" Michael hummed. The Puca hissed, screaming at Michael. "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Michael chuckled, looking at Allan in awe. "You already solved the case all on your own...you're amazing." Michael said. He stepped over to the door, calling over the couple. "Would you come here please?" Michael asked. He stepped back in as the couple walked over into the bedroom, their eyes quickly narrowing to the Puca in Allan's hands. "What the-?!" "Is that...a Puca?" "Yes!" Michael smiled at Allan. "My partner managed to catch it just in time. It seems it had created a camouflage against the supernatural...it didn't count a human." Michael explained. "So...this Puca is the one who's been stealing our stuff?" "It appears so." Michael paused, looking over to the Puca. "But why?" "Because you destroyed my house!" The Puca screamed, throwing its arms into the air. "Your house?" Michael asked. The woman gasped. "The tree! There was an old, dead tree in the yard attracting snakes. We had it removed."

Michael smiled. "Of course." Michael said, turning to the couple and nodding. "The bedroom is...?" "Down the hall, last door to the left." The man said. "Thank you." Michael followed Allan, the two making their way to the bedroom. Michael opened the door as they stepped in. It was a standard master bedroom. A large queen size bed with matching mirror, wardrobes and all of the sorts, pictures and personal items scattered all over the place. On the side, a master bedroom. "If this were a personal thing, then I would understand why it would be restricted to the bedroom. But some of the missing items are just...odd. The husband surely doesn't need the jewelry. I'm pretty sure the wife doesn't need his missing boxers either." Michael commented, looking around the room as his mind began to race, looking for any possible answers. Everything seemed to be in their relative place. Michael walked over to the counter, looking down at the jewelry box and its missing spaces. "Odd...the silver jewelry was left untouched. But I doubt a werewolf could've done this." Michael hummed, narrowing his eyes. Yellow. It was the color. "I think we have a color hoarder. Do you think it could be an animal?" Michael asked, turning to Allan.

Michael smiled and waved at Allan. "I'll be fine! I got my sunscreen on, my covering uniform, and my sunglasses!" Michael said, pulling out some sunglasses out of his pocket and sliding them right on. "If it helps to ease your worries, pure-blooded vampires have a more severe sun allergy compared to those who were human before being transformed. That's why both my parents usually either work from home or only work the night shift. Even with sunscreen they can get blisters. I'm lucky to have that human resistance still in me. So when it comes to me, the sun isn't that bad. For pure-bloods, that's a more delicate topic." Michael explained, gently patting his shoulder. He reached into his pocket, taking out his car keys. "I'll drive." Michael said, pressing the button as the car lights lit up. Parked in front of them was a blood red sports car with the license plate VAMPYRS. Michael opened his car, gesturing inside to Allan. "After you." Michael said, smiling as he closed the door behind him and hurried over to his side, getting in and revving on the car. "Oh, almost forgot." Michael paused, quickly slapping an attachable police light on the roof. "Here we go." Michael smirked, driving the car away as the sirens began to play their standard tune. It didn't take long to arrive at their destination. It was a two story house in a suburb, and they could already hear the yelling from the inside. "This is the place." Michael said, stepping out of the car as he got his sunglasses away. He walked up to the door, knocking on it. He only had to knock once before the owners slammed the door open. "About time you got here!" A woman hissed, obviously angry. Michael raised his arms. "Now now, let us be calm. I am Michael, and this is my partner Allan. May we come in?" Michael asked. The couple let them in, closing the door behind them. The couple glared at each other with their arms crossed as Michael cleared his throat. "According to reports this is the 5th call for domestic disturbance?" "Yes! My husband keeps stealing and hiding our stuff! Probably to keep it after the divorce settlement!" The wife accused. "If anyone is stealing anything it's her!" ---

Michael laughed a bit at Allan's reaction to Theodosia. The Warden gave an amused smirk at Allan. The poor kid looked like every single recruit in the first few days of working here. But he was human. So he kind of looked a tad bit worse. "Ease, Allan. I'm not going to eat you. No one in this department is allowed to, actually." The Warden hummed, looking down at her reports. "As long as you're not thirty minutes late, there's no need for you to run laps around the building." The Warden flipped around a few papers before checking her phone. "Just received a Domestic Disturbance call involving a Supernatural family and I'm assigning you guys to it. I suggest to grab a take away breakfast from the cook and head over to the scene ASAP. Should be a pretty good place to start, for a human, wouldn't you agree?" The Warden smirked, chuckling a bit as she quickly forwarded the addresses to the team's cellphone. "You should know what to do, kid. After you are done you shall report here to me, and you will both be giving me separate reports on the mission. If you finish early, you might get to do two cases in one day. Lucky you." The Warden hummed. Their cellphones rang as they received the address. Michael smiled, turning over to Allan. "The cook should be able to make you a really quick to go breakfast. Don't be shy, he won't bite. Come on." Michael said, gesturing to the kitchen counter as he walked over with Allan. "Hey, Kirius!" Michael said, waving at the man with the apron. If Allan payed close attention, he would see he also had these really big ears...and horns...and his legs were like that of a goat...even with a tail sticking out from his pants! "Morning Michael. Need another blood bag?" Kirius asked. "No. But my partner Allan here needs a quick to-go breakfast, if possible." Michael said. "Oh? Is this the human, then? Nice to meet you! I'm Kirius! If you're ever hungry, don't hesitate to ask. Humans and Satyrs eat the same things." Kirius smiled, shaking Allan's hand. "Give me a moment!" Kirius disappeared off into the back. He then came back with a hot bowl of some eggs mixed with rice and a mug of coffee. "Here you go. Just make sure to bring the mug and bowl back." Kirius said, resting against the counter. ---

Saros watched in awe at Alin as she was able to absorb the energy, and adapt it to her own. It went pretty much against everything that he was taught about the darkness. That it was dangerous if not handled carefully. That it could kill and turn people into Heartless, and bring out the worst in everyone. So much for all of that careful training. Then again, warriors were both made and born alike. With the worlds falling into darkness... "(Times are changing.)" Saros thought, shaking his head as he got ready. Too much for one day of what he was used to. Even with his training. He followed behind Alin as she made an opening for the chest of the Heartless, it's greatest weak point. Saros rushed in, using his whip to wrap around one of the arms, allowing the flailing to pull him upwards as he used the momentum to swing right towards the chest. Saros had the whip let go of the arm, flying right at the Heartless' chest before covering his keyblade in darkness and stabbing the Heartless right in the middle, piercing through the armor for just long enough for the tip of his keyblade to reside inside. "You want Darkness? Drown in it!" Saros hissed, his keyblade humming with energy as suddenly he began to shoot a beam of darkness right inside the Heartless' chest, Saros holding onto his keyblade for dear life as he did as much damage as he could.

Saros stopped running when Alin suggested what she did. He needed a second to realize what she asked for. "You want me to what?!" Saros asked. This would be the first time he was ever asked to do that, maybe not the last by the hands of Alin, however. "Are you crazy?! Your heart could get corrupted! You could die, or worse, turn into one of them!" Saros said, stomping his feet on the ground in a seemingly childish way. Before he could even answer, the Heartless began to attack them with its spinning arms. Saros' shadows ran towards them, hoping to serve as any type of protection, only to be obliterated into nothing as the arms spun. Saros was ready to block with his keyblade, but was quickly tackled by Alin, who proceeded to sling him over her shoulder before jumping away from the danger like it was nobody's business! Once Saros was finally let go in a safe area, he was about to yell at Alin, but was confronted with Alin yelling back, insisting on him shooting her with a dark beam. Just as suddenly, he felt himself turn smaller, taking a step back. The introvert warrior was running on adrenaline and pure pity at this point...he really wanted this to be over. He gently nodded at Alin, mumbling something under his breath. "Fine!" He said, groaning in frustration. He pointed his keyblade right at Alin's back, charging up a beam before shooting it right at her.

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By the third mention of his newly appointed nickname, Saros decided that it wasn't worth the struggle to say otherwise, and instead accepted his fate as Whippy, the slayer of all Heartless. The second part added to his own disclosure. At the feeling of the rising darkness, he looked up, his eyesight following as the Heartless built itself. "About time. We finally start doing some actual work now." Saros huffed, turning to face the Heartless. They had enough people...they should be able to handle this one relatively well...if they didn't get themselves killed first. Saros signaled his shadows, the three hurrying over as they began to run around the Heartless, trying to gain its attention, annoying it while avoiding possible fatal blows. "I'll make an opening!" Saros said, pointing his keyblade forward as it began to glow, transforming into its secondary form. Saros pulled his hand back, a large arrow of darkness slowly forming as the bow version of his keyblade showed itself. This was going to take a lot of MP, but better now than ever. "Eat this!" Saros yelled, letting go of the arrow of dark thundaga as it flew straight to the Heartless. Before hitting it, the arrow split apart into multiple pieces, before hitting at its limbs, sending them shaking momentarily. Little damage, but enough for an opening, hopefully. Saros didn't wait, rushing towards the Heartless as he transformed his keyblade back.

-THE NEXT DAY- TO ALLAN: MORNING! I'LL MEET YOU AT THE MESS HALL! By 5:30 in the morning, there was already moment going on and about the halls. Members getting up and greeting each other in the hallway as they all got ready for a day's worth of work. Were Allan to step out, he would notice that they would bid him good morning, all while keeping a relative distance from him. It was morning routine, all of them heading to the same place; the mess hall. There, the Warden was already watching over, reviewing the paperwork for today. Every morning she would brief everyone on any news and updates, hand out everyone's work for the day, and evaluate their progress at the end of it. "I can't believe he actually hired a human." Warden murmured. "His name is Allan." Michael said, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, though she was not startled. "Just because he has a name doesn't make him anymore qualified to be handling supernatural affairs." The Warden hissed. "We need perspective from all sides. It is good to have a human in the department to represent them." "I figured they would have enough representation in the Council." "Come now, Warden. They are the majority species. Besides...I have a good feeling about Allan. He will be able to provide a human perspective into the case we usually lack. Evington saw something in him, and I trust his judgement." The Warden muttered something under her breath. "How is he handling it?" "He is handling it pretty well so far. He already knows I'm a vampire, and Theodosia made herself known to him, too." Michael hummed. Warden crossed her arms. Michael chuckled. "Don't worry! I'll take good care of him!" The Warden frowned. "That's what I'm worried about."

The three monsters hummed. "They vary. We deal with supernatural occurrences, so think about what the police deals with, except the culprit is of supernatural being." Tabitha said as she finished her meal. "Hostage situations, murders, disturbances; any type of crime that involves the supernatural, regardless how little or big it is, which is why we all have to make sure that we are able to keep up with whatever is thrown at us." Draven said as he finished his milk. Michael finished up his blood bag, sucking the air out of it too. "For example, last week I had to settle a dispute between a gorgon and a witch." Michael said with a hum. "And I had to chase this werewolf brat that kept marking his territory, annoying the other residents in the apartment complex." Tabitha said. Draven smiled at Allan. "So yeah. That is the gist of it. All of our culprits are of supernatural existence...so when they try to get away, it's one hell of a fight." Draven chuckled. He stretched, standing up. "Lets get going, Tabitha. Our break's almost over." Draven said. "Hm hmm! Nice to meet you, Allan. I hope you see you around some more!" Tabitha said as she followed Draven, the two getting their trays away and moving on beyond the room. Michael threw the blood bag in the trash. "I should get going as well. I have paperwork to finish up. You remember where the rooms are. If not, no shame in asking." Michael said. He hummed, extending his arm. "Hey, lend me your phone for a sec?" Michael asked. He took it, quickly dialing something down before handing it back. "That's my phone number, in case you need to call or text. We're partners, after all." Michael chuckled. "Good evening, Allan." With a wink, Michael walked away, disappearing among the crowd like he was never there.

Michael chuckled. "If you think about it like that, every creature is complicated. Humans included." He said, crossing his arms. "Oh don't worry about me. I have my uniform and my sunscreen. I'll be fine, regardless if we are called out day or night." Michael assured, pausing as he waved at Allan. "Let me get you some water, at least." Michael said, hurrying off to the kitchen. A few moments later he came back with a bottle of water...and a blood bag. "Here." Michael offered, setting it in front of him before sitting across him. He stuck a straw into the blood bag, proceeding to drink from it much like if it was milk. "Now, how are you, physically? You already saw how some of the members were training. Warden will be checking if you can keep up with the common criminals we're usually after." Michael said, pausing a bit to drink some more. Before Michael could offer anything else, two members came by, a man and a woman, both looking relatively human. "Michael! Good evening man!" "Evening!" They both didn't even ask, just taking seats. The girl sat next to Allan, and the man sat next to Michael, both setting their relative trays down. "Is this the new kid?" The girl asked, leaning closer to Allan to take a better look. "That's him. His name is Allan. Allan, these are fellow co-workers. Tabitha and Draven. They've been here longer than me, actually." Michael said, introducing them to each other. "Nice to meet you, Allan! We haven't had a human co-worker in a while, it's nice to see some variety in the department!" Tabitha said with a friendly smile. "Yeah. I mean, seeing that the last few human have either died or are no longer human in general...It's nice to have a different views and perspectives among our ranks, you now." Draven said, smiling. "So if you have any questions or any worries, don't you hesitate in ask any of us, alright?" Tabitha asked. "Yeah. Any partner of Michael is a friend of ours." Draven said as he drank some milk from a carton. Tabitha was eating a rather bloody piece of meat, very rare and not cooked, but eating it with a fork and knife just as delicately. ---

Saros felt like face-palming as he saw Kalm calmly, and quite cheerfully, continue to strike down the heartless without much of a thought, laughing at his lecture. It was a good thing, of course. At least he was fighting the Heartless. Saros snapped back at Alin, barking at her. "My name is Saros darn it!" He insisted again. The keyhole was locked, now all that was left was to round up the remaining Heartless and clean the place right up, though the angelic lady apparently had left for lunch right in the middle of it. Saros muttered under his breath, pulling on the strings of his hoodie. He was beginning to have a headache. Too many people. Too much chaos. "Why did I had to be sent here...I want to go home...I could've stayed home and read a book or played games...!!!" Saros murmured as he closed his eyes. As if the chaos wasn't enough, a huge explosion rocked the area, fire burning away the Heartless into nothing. He turned to see this...heavily armored man, with...was that a hammer? Saros blinked a few times, looking around at the scene of chaos over chaos. It was...definitely overkill. At least in his eyes. It was already exhausting. He grit his teeth, his eyes with a slight glow. "Round them up for me." Saros said, his shadow spreading outwards. From the shadows, three shadow copies rose, looking identical to Saros, with red glowing eyes. Without another word, the copies ran off into the fray, chasing after the Heartless like hounds. Soon enough they were pulling Heartless out of the shadows, searching for them from their hiding spots before throwing them into the air. Saros saw his cue, running into the fray, slashing and hacking away at Heartless as his copies assisted in providing them. He swung his whip, getting a hold of a Heartless in mid air, before pulling on it, slamming it to the ground beneath as it dispersed into nothing. "This doesn't make sense." Saros murmured, looking around. These were small Heartless, but by the quantity, the feeling of it. "Where's the big guy at?"