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heh, see even with that overt title, I'd still be scratching my head and wondering if it's yet another anime I haven't heard about before.

Ina woke up as she heard the bustle of people readying for landfall. After a stretch and a yawn, she headed to the cockpit to see the new world. "Welp, I think I just found the place for my next vacation." She said, looking at the paradise below. "Those beaches look divine." With the ship landing, Ina took a moment to grab a small bite to eat. She had learned a long time ago to eat and sleep when the opportunity presented itself, because you couldn't be sure when you could do so again. She was half way through a ration bar when she heard Spirit's call to head out. "Last one on the beach is a sad crab!" The Apprentice called out and ran down the boarding ramp. Spirit had been right. The beautiful beach was even better in person. Ina was knee deep in the water before she slowed, laughing and spinning in the sunlight.

She's baaaaack! Name: Valerie "Val" Villiers Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Taller than average with a slim muscular look. Pale skin and pale pink hair worn neck length. Wears a versions of her mom's "Style and Steel" outfit (pictured below) minus the shield. She wears her dad's old "Save The Queen" coat (also pictured below), which is baggy on her, but she loves it. Parents: Snow & Serah (by Mystics Apprentice's leave) Abilities/Powers: Skilled martial artist with amazing strength. Highly proficiency in defensive and healing magic. Personality: Outgoing, protective, laid back when nothing threatening, stubborn, loyal, optimistic, and goofy at times. Bio: The oldest daughter of Snow and Serah, Val lived her life up to now with her parents and younger siblings, Fiona and Danny. Like her father, Val has a strong heroic streak, causing her to jump to the defensive of others, sometimes without considering details or odds. Val looks forward to the school, seeing it as a chance to grow as a hero and make new friends.

I'm interested. Been craving some Star Wars action and combing it with BBS sounds like a good blend.

Merry Christmas to all!

Either Motunui (Moana's home island) or the island Maui was stuck on, which is kind of small and rocky.

Despite some worry about Stephen, Ina's eyes brightened up as she saw Spooky Sqaud's gummi ship. While she patiently waited for them to open it up, she dashed in and took a personal tour of the vessel, teleporting from spot to spot, looking at the different rooms and shiny controls. "This ship is wicked." She said, warping next to Spectre. "Mind if I-" She broke off as she spotted the figure heading towards the ship. "Oh, look. More trouble." Though her tone was flippant, she studied Arwen closely. She couldn't place World of origin, nor nail the feel of the magic this person exuded. A possible ally of Xavier's? Or, a third party come to capitalize on the growing chaos? Arwen's, and then Ithil's response to questions, didn't help the matter much. Well, at all. "The big guy has a point." Ina called out, jerking a thumb to Talion. "You could have opened with something other than a challenge. It taints the air a bit. How about you try again, start with a name." In a flash, the Keyblade Apprentice was next to, but slightly behind the Bright Lady. "Also, who's ghost face?" Not wishing to stay too close to a potiental enemy, Ina warped to the top of a lamppost, feet planted on the smaller lamp heads. She was ready to warp away the instant Arwen made a move. "I'm Ina, by the by, if that helps break the ice." She said in a friendly tone, giving the Bright Lady a smile.

"That's me." Ina replied to Spectre, with a smile and a wave. "I could be down for some side quests." As Spooky squad received the message from Stephen, the Keyblade Apprentice warped behind Ghost and read the message over his shoulder. "Unexpected." She commented, her expression uncharacteristicly thoughtful. This business about a bounty sounded strange. She was about to ask Spectre what the bounty was about, but they seemed clueless as well. Curiouser and curiouser. She was running some mental calculations to create a portal to the coordinates given, but Saros beat her to the punch with one of his doubles, earning him a sour look. "I guess we can mosey on to the ship." Ina said with a shrug. Her gaze went back to Saros. "Unless your double needs backup?"

Hmm. Now I'm rather tempted to bring back Val...

After the Reverse Armor was defeated, Ina made one final portal, dropping her weapons on the ground in front of her. She put her hands on her knees and took a couple steadying breaths. She felt a little light headed from that rapid fire portal use. She had never tried something like that, but that was flipping awesome! Definitely a trick she was gonna have try again. Maybe with some conditioning, she could do this without feeling so winded. "Need a recharge." She thought. Glancing around, she saw the sign for Item Shop. Hopefully they had some Ethers or Elixirs on sale. Reaching out, Ina touched her Keyblade, dismissing it. She then grabbed her chakram and stuck it on her back. "I'm taking five." She called out to the general public, then headed in to the Item Shop. Inside, Ina found the lights on, but no one in sight. "Hello?" She called out. "Are they gone?" An elderly voice replied, from down behind a counter. "Yep!" Ina answered in a chipper tone. "Me and my friends and a bunch of other people." An old man's head popped up from behind the counter. "Gone for good?" He asked. Ina considered the question. Had the keyhole been relocked? She wasn't sure. "Maybe not, but soon will be." She replied. The old man's head sucked back down behind the counter. "I'll wait till y'all are done." He called out. "Well..." Ina said, picking up a bottle from a display. "I was hoping to buy an Elixir from you." A hand appeared to give a dismissive wave . "On the house." The old man offered. "Oh, thanks!" Ina replied. She opened up the bottle and drank it down. She could feel the item take effect o almost instantly, clearing away her light headedness and making her feel energized again. "Alright!" She said with a green, tossing the bottle in a trash receptacle. Walking outside, Ina saw that more people had shown up and there was more chaos. She honestly had been expecting both. She warped over next to Saros. "Lemme guess, we get a sighting?" She asked.

{Erinys Ta’gon & Faedron Dramos: Dark Realm; Village of Calik} Erinys eyed Isabela closely. The Corsair seemed on board for freeing the slaves, but was it an act. The Noxling could tell she was being manipulated, but to what end? Yeah, she had power and skill, but Dramos already had that. Why was it worth this kind of consideration to get her on his side? And was Isabela in the know, or just playing along? Well, there was one way to find out. “Of course not.” Erinys answered dryly, a sarcastic edge clear in her voice. “I see you’re such a delicate person.” Her gaze switched to Dramos, whose smile was taking an annoyingly victorious look. “I’m in for the mission.” She said. “We’ll see where we stack up afterward.” “Wise choice.” The Warlord replied, satisfaction in his voice. Half turning away from Erinys, he gave Isabela a wink with the far eye. “The Bastions are easy to find.” Dramos continued. “Contact me if needed.” He turned back to the Noxling and gave her a two-fingered salute. “Fortune be with you, Ronin.” He said, then turned to head out of the junkyard, most of the Crusaders turning to follow him. Erinys took a deep breath. She had met with Dramos and survived. Good first step. Of course, doing what he wanted helped with that. If she had refused, she expected her survival would have been more uncertain. If she didn’t end up liking what she saw of the Crusaders, she would need to make sure to have a good exit strategy that didn’t involve telling Dramos to his face. That just left the question mark of the Corsair. {Lamont Ironhart: Radiant Garden; City Streets} “Lars.” Lamont answered promptly. He at least had that part of his cover ready. The surname was tricky. Again, without knowing the extent of this man’s knowledge, the wrong name could shred his story. No, using a local name was too risky. Had to go with someone offworld. “Lars Darling.” He completed. The time it took for him to reason out what his last name should be took only a few moments, thanks to dealing with nosey people in the royal court. He just had to hope that this guy wouldn’t read into the hesitation. “Step-Mother recently sent me here from London.” Lamont explained. He paused another moment to consider The Windrunner’s next question. What would be an on the run heir’s plan? “I’m not real sure what or where is next.” He answered, deciding that some honest bewilderment was the best course of action. “I guess try to get a job somewhere?” {Silas Ironhart: Destiny Islands; Palace Kitchens} Silas half turned his head to address the delivery boy. “Yes, I do fear people get up tight when it concerns the Emperor.” He said conversationally. “But I am glad it was not adversely troublesome.” The crown prince made it to the door to the chef’s office and pushed it open. Once inside, he went directly for a small safe in the wall. He didn’t have the key for it, but that didn’t actually matter. With a flourish of his hand, the Keyblade Ultima Weapon appeared in a flash of light. He lightly tapped the safe, causing it to unlock and open. “Come to think of it, I recall seeing you up in one of the ballrooms, speaking to a noble.” Silas commented as he dismissed his Keyblade and pulled a pouch of munny out of the safe. “Did he voice any dissatisfaction with the party?” Taking a seat behind the chef’s desk, Silas began counting out the munny owed to Aurion. {Destiny Islands; Wine Cellar} After a few moments, Omicron managed to expel the troublesome thoughts from her mind, bringing her icy focus back on the task at hand. She was a little behind now, but she could make it up. She turned to a dark corner of the cellar and walked towards it purposefully. The shadows seemed to swallow her up and she was gone.

{Mariel: Mystras Camp; Near the Healer tent} Mariel listened to Sifrei's answer while watching him closely. She had heard in part the tales of archangels who had left the Hosts. It was enlightening to hear the other side of the story of one of them. The pride with which Sifrei spoke of his father intrigued the Guardian Angel. While she believed in what she and the Lost Legions had done, she was not without regrets. Was this pride due to a greater gap of time or a better understanding of everything involved? Maybe things were easier for Archs. "Hmm, you seem to understand Guardian Angels more than I realized." She said, a slight smirk twisting her lips. "It sounds like your father sacrificed his position in the Hosts to do what he thought was right because he thought it was more important." The smirk faded as memory played its part. "It took us a long time to get to that point. But only a few hid behind doctrine when we came to a consensus about aiding in the war against the world below. More would have marched with Zauriel, Asmodel, and I, but there were still duties we could not abandon." Looking up at the sky, Mariel took a deep breath. "When this is over, I'm going to have to return to the Hosts. To tell the story of the Lost Legion and accept what punishment may come."

{Ina: Traverse Town; 1st district} Ina spent most of her time teleporting around the district, thinning the swarm of Shadow Heartless until the boss Heartless came out. She took a moment up on a roof to take stock of all the people now engaged in this battle. Some, like the sun crazy paladin, were surprising. The brawler lady had some interesting abilities, plus a delightful effect on Saros. The paramilitary soldiers matched the description of an organization that Master Riku talked about. And then there was Master Zion who she knew by...reputation. "Okay, a bunch of powerful people versus one Reverse Armor." Ina thought, a grin forming on her lips. "First time I've been sorry for a Heartless." Turning her mind back to the task at hand. Ina considered her options. She didn't really have big powerful spells to use here, believing in speed and agility over brute strength or power. But there was a trick she had been wanting to try. She warped to the ground, placing herself to keep the downed helmet and body in line. "Way ahead of you!" Ina called out to Susan. "Throw 'em if you got 'em!" Rearing back, the Keyblade Apprentice hurled both her Keyblade and chakram at the downed Heartless. Both passed over the body and helmet, slicing the Heartless as they passed. With a snap of her fingers, Ina created a portal on the far side of the boss, which swallowed up the weapons. The exit appeared over head as the spinning weapons came out a struck the Heartless again. Ina kept it up, creating portals and different angles and elevations to let gravity help keep the momentum going. This kind of quick portal use was taxing, but Ina couldn't help but smile at the effect.

Ina approves.

{Silas Ironhart: Destiny Islands; Palace Kitchen} Silas looked down at the invoice on the clip board, matching up names as his mind went through filing cabinets of their own. "Ah, yes." He said pleasantly. "Here it is. Well Aurion, if you will come this way, the chef's office will have the munny for your payment. If you will follow me." The Crown Prince started down the side of the kitchen, heading for a smallish door in the corner. "No trouble with the delivery, I hope?" Silas asked, confident that he was being followed. {Destiny Islands; Wine cellar} The training that had been drilled into Omicron's head echoed with Aether's words. There was always something. You didn't discount anything. You verified and dealt with problems. But even now, the memory of exactly what she had felt more and more indistinct. Had she simply imagined it? Till this moment, she had thought that impossible of herself. No. It was an abnormality. Just like she had been warned to watch for. Her handler would take care of it when she got back. "13 minutes." Omincron repeated after the Sentinel, then wondered why. It was unnecessary. The assassin watched her job partner head out. The wink elicited a brief look of confusion from Omicron. Now alone, she took a moment she normally wouldn't have had to collect her thoughts.

{Mariel: Mystras Encampment; Near the Healer tent} Mariel nodded to Sifrei's words on battle. There was always another. You just had to hold to what was right and defend it. His warnings and rebuttal about her importance got the Archangel an odd look from Mariel, but she said nothing as he went into answering her question about casualties. As a former Archon of the Legion, she understood the good fortune this rebellion had had in its limited losses, but other instincts were not so easily swayed. For her, there were foes, those to be protected, and other Guardian Angels. Those who she had stood with that died on that field fell into the middle category, which made her not help but feel like a failure on her part. This wasn't a healthy point of view, she knew, but that didn't really help right now. Sifrei's mention of the human siblings caused Mariel to think back to the beginning of the battle, and the young man and woman that stood with the Archangel. Mariel hadn't even managed to get their names. And now, she would not get to use one of them. "Smaller than we could have expected." The Guardian Angel said as she gazed out onto the battlefield, her voice distant. "Still more more than we could have hoped." Drawing her mind away from the barbed trap that was second guessing and recrimination, she brought her gaze back to Sifrei and gave him a brief smile. "And don't worry." She said. "I'm well aware of my own mortality. My fate is to die protecting others, as it is for all my host." Her expression became more quizzical as she cocked her head to the side and studied the Archangel. "You are different than most of the Archangels I have know, Ophaniel. Most understand the purpose for which Guardians were made. Though other beings might think of us as friends, our true importance comes from our duty to others. Is this something you were not aware of or reject?"

{Ina: Traverse Town; 1st District} Ina was smirking as she watched the new comers. She had been taught to suspect coincidences, but that random stuff will happen. Yeah, there was fate involved, but it was usually a tangled mess when you tried to understand it in the moment that the term coincidence had some merit. Still...everyone here. Some with quests, others looking for them. This seemed a little to down pat. Which probably meant that... "Heartless!" Susan cried out. "Bingo." Ina muttered to herself. Whether this was luck or a plan would have to wait. Now was monster hunting time. She reached behind her and pulled her chakram out. She twirled it on a finger as she summoned her Keyblade in her right hand. "Well, we have a rogue Keyblade Wielder around, maybe more." She called out, answering Saros. "This was bound to happen sooner or later." After taking a couple quick breaths, Ina went into a spin, releasing her chakram to sail towards a duo of Shadows. As the disc Weapon soared through the air, its master warped to another Heartless, completing her spin with a slash of her Keyblade. By the time the chakram hit the first target, Ina had warped to a second Shadow and brought her Keyblade down on it. The chakram went through its first Heartless, but the second one jerked aside, causing it to bounce off a wall. Ina warped in its path and caught it and she finished off the formally lucky Heartless with a quick slash of her blade. "So, got a plan, soldier boy?" Ina called out to Ghost. In a brilliant flash, Zion's arrival dazzled The Keyblade apprentice, causing her to squint. "And is she part of it?" She called out, gesturing to the glowing lady.

{Ina: Traverse Town; First District} "Haha! I knew you'd be lurking somewhere!" Ina called out to Saros. "Glad to see you made it." Dropping down to street level, the Keyblade Apprentice leaned up against a wall as Kalm introduced himself. The kid seemed a little...odd, some how. But it wasn't exactly like normal people became Keyblade Wielders. "Nice to meet you, Kalm." She said with a smile. "I certainly have my Keyblade." The smile turned into a laugh with Alin's arrival and question. Ina pushed away from the wall and shrugged at the Brawler. "When it comes to Keyblades, it never rains, it pours." She Sid jovially. "Must be like magnets. And what it your na-" Her question was cut off with the arrival of Ghost, which triggered a crackle from Ina. "Looks like we stumbled on a great place to meet up!" She said between bouts of laughter. "So, the big question is who's here on a manhunt?"

{Ina: Traverse Town; 1st district} Ina banged open the big doors from the landing area to the 1st district. She wasn't really sure where she was going, but that hadn't really stopped her before. Plus, it seemed like from the stories Master Riku and Lea told her about the whole Keyblade War thing a while back, sometimes just wandering around led to answers too. After walking out to the middle of the main courtyard, the young keyblade wielder put her hands on her hips and looked around. Sooo, there was suppose to be others to meet up with, including some friends. Finding them first was probably the way to go. That's when she caught the scent of cinnamon on the air coming from the cafe. "Well, maybe after a roll and coco." She thought, altering her course. Before she could reach the cafe, she saw a flash of light somewhere on the roof tops. Curious, she glanced up at the roof of the Jewelry Shop and smirked. An instant later, Ina warped up to roof and looked around, seeing Kalm and Susan. "Oh, hey!" She called out, waving to Susan. "You already made it." Ina gave Kalm a puzzled look for a moment, then flashed him a friendly smile. "And who do we have here?"

Sorry for the delay. Character Sheet~ Name: Annistha Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: Small frame with pale skin. Freckles dust her nose and cheeks. Hair is auburn colored and done up into dreadlocks. Light blue eyes. Wears a violet pleated skirt with black leggings underneath, a sleeveless dark grey shirt, metallic grey bracers with violet sleeves underneath that stop halfway up her biceps, a purple scarf around her neck, and toe shoes. Parent(s): Repliku & Undisclosed partner Abilities/Powers: Strong affinity for Light based magic, including using it to increase her speed. Has a mental connection with her twin brother. Highly acrobatic. Skilled in various basic magic spells and a pretty good shot. Personality: Mischievous, good natured, easy going, hopeful, kind, cunning, and loyal. Bio: Annistha and Zather are the twin children of Riki's replica (who took the name Kuri) and a woman named Oni. Growing up in the Badlands, the twins were kept away from the rest of the population by their parents for much of their early years. By the time they came into contact with other kids their age, they were well versed in techniques and spells for self defense. While content in their place, Kuri and Oni saw that they had potential for something more in them, so applied to have them as part of the Second Chance program, where they can expand their horizons and choose their own path. ~Character Sheet~ Name: Zather Age: 14 Gender: Male Appearance: Small but stocky frame with tanned skin. Hair is a dark red with some spikes and a long pony tail. Dark blue eyes. Wears a grey and dark blue shirt with 3 quarter sleeves, dark brown cargo pants, black cargo boots, and a black hoodie with a band logo on the back he usually keeps tied around his waist. Parent(s): Repliku & undisclosed partner Abilities/Powers: Strong affinity for Darkness based magic, including a dark mode that increases his strength and durability. A natural at physical combat in many forms. Good sprinter. Personality: Irritable, distrustful, pessimistic, watchful, sarcastic, brutal when necessary, and loyal. Bio: Annistha and Zather are the twin children of Riki's replica (who took the name Kuri) and a woman named Oni. Growing up in the Badlands, the twins were kept away from the rest of the population by their parents for much of their early years. By the time they came into contact with other kids their age, they were well versed in techniques and spells for self defense. While content in their place, Kuri and Oni saw that they had potential for something more in them, so applied to have them as part of the Second Chance program, where they can expand their horizons and choose their own path.

Good to have you back, Jav!

{Mariel: Mystras Camp; Near the Healer's tent} Mariel was finishing with the last braid when Sifrei approached her. She felt a little self conscious that he had overheard her private pep talk. At least she hadn't vocalized some of the doubts she had been feeling. "That duty is what kept me sane during my exile." She responded. "Too much rides on that duty, both now and in legacy, for me to turn my back on it. While i hope this war to end, others will come later. I will be ready for them." She gave the archangel a shy smile. "your concern for me is touching, but unneeded. Guardian Angels are built to last and there are more important people to worry about." Glancing at the healer's tent, the red headed angel took on a more business like demeanor. "Do you know how many we lost?"

All good. I'd say try to keep going through the holidays, but it can be a jam packed time. I've got no problem either way.

{Silas Ironhart: Destiny Islands; Palace Kitchen} “-but the deviled eggs should be done shortly, your highness.” Jock, the head chef, babbled to Silas. He wiped away the sweat on his brow with a rag. Prince Silas was more understanding of delays than the Emperor himself, but there were stories. And he was still a noble. “Satisfactory.” Silas said after a pause. “The guests should be satisfied for now. Have all deliveries come in?” “Why couldn’t he only be interested when something is wrong, like the rest of the noobs?” Jock thought desperately. “As far as I know, yes, your highness.” The chef answered, mopping his brow again. “I believe the last one was made within the last few minutes. His eyes darted to the side and saw his salvation from this interview. “But Victoria can tell you more.” Jock said quickly, indicating the head of staff. Victoria gave Jock a brief, murderous look before giving the prince a sunny smile. “What can I do for you, your highness?” she asked as Jock walked away as fast as he dared. “Are all deliveries in?” Silas asked, his eyes sweeping the kitchen again. “Yes, your highness.” Victoria answered promptly. “We are still sorting through the last few deliveries, but I need to pay off the last one.” As if on cue, Aurion arrived in the kitchen. Victoria inwardly offered up thanks to the gods for the arrival of the delivery boy. With so much of still left to do, any completed task was a weight off. And maybe she could use it as an excuse to get away from the crown prince. “If you will excuse me, your highness, I have to settle with the delivery boy.” The head of staff said, pulling out a clip board. Silas followed the servant’s gaze and eyed Aurion. Ah, yes. The boy from upstairs. He held out a hand to stop Victoria in her tracks. “If you are still sorting, allow me to take care of this.” He said with a polite smile, his hand outstretched hand now turned to receive the clipboard. Victoria thought about respectfully declining the offer, but while his mouth was smiling, his eyes weren’t. So, having the prince deal with the delivery boy would get both off her back. Sounded honestly like a bargain at this point. Hopefully the kid was smart and mind his tongue. “Here you are, your highness.” The Head of Staff said, heading over the clipboard. Silas dismissed her with a wave, then turned towards Aurion. He glanced at the clipboard, then treated they delivery boy with a smile. “Your name?” the crown prince asked. {Destiny Islands; Wine cellar} Omicron looked uncertain and antsy. Whatever she had felt had rattled her. It had felt…oddly familiar. But this was not from the training. What was it? It was there, but gone now. It must be an abnormality. She had to report this to her handler after the mission was complete. She visibly calmed and went back to her blank expression. “No, it was nothing.” She said, returning her gaze to The Sentinel. “The target comes first. Once you leave this cellar, wait 13 minutes before detonating. After that, extract.” {Erinys Ta’gon & Faedron Dramos: Dark Realm; Village of Calik} “Ah, using slaves to sway me. How cute.” Erinys thought, some of her natural cynicism reasserting himself. She wasn’t sure how much Dramos cared about the well fair of the slaves, but his lady friend sure seemed to. The Corsair’s words seemed to indicate deeper emotions on the subject. Maybe some experience with it. It also occurred to her that Dramos had used tried to influence her with what Old Nick thought, not her own history with slavery. Did he knowingly leave that out or did he not know? The Warlord had to suppress a smile. If anything could get Isabela worked up, it was the subject of slaves. With how well Noxling Ronin was taking Isabela’s testimony, what Dramos’s plan potentially could work out better than he thought it would. “I would, but those are just words.” He said, answering the Corsair’s second question. “Easily said and forgotten. But my actions speak for themselves. As they will with the release of those slaves.” “Okay, I’ll bite.” Erinys said after a moment’s thought. “But are you planning on having me do this on my own or will you be sending help with me.” “Since we both are trying each other out, you will have company.” Dramos answered. “I have a few lieutenants I trust to report on your work and know me well enough to answer your questions.” He half turned to the Corsair. “Such as Isabela, here. She and her tribe have been loyal members of my crusaders and have their own quarrel with slave masters. What do you say, Isabela?” {Lamont Ironhart: Radiant Garden; City streets} Lamont considered another attempt to dissuade his…new acquaintance that he wasn’t anything special, but decided against it. Who ever this guy was, he seemed intelligent. “And I don’t have enough cards to bluff with.” The young prince thought. So, what were his options? The return home option was the most obvious and the one his possible savior was voting for. But to return empty handed after setting things up felt wrong. Maybe spin a web about who he was? Perhaps. “Would, if I could.” He said, dropping any attempt to change his voice. “But I don’t have a home to go back to. Step-mother got everything after father died. Was about to be tossed out by her anyway.” Maybe not the most original of lies, but Lamont had heard this kind of story before, both from old legends and from gossip he overheard from the servants. Were there any possible lines back to who he really was? There were plenty noble families living in the area for the story to work.

Sorry for the delay. Couldn't decide between two options for a while. Character Sheet Name: Inazuma "Ina" Calthus Age: 19 Appearance: Keyblade (If a Keyblade Wielder): Lure Breaker Other Weapon: A chakram Powers (If any): Teleportation magic, including portals. Personality: Ina is feisty and headstrong. She can be foolhardy at times, charging into a situation without a second thought. But she balances that tendency out with a quick mind that can improvise a plan quickly and knows how to take advantage of opportunities given her. Energtic and friendly, Ina generally makes friends with anybody she meets. Though she seems straightforward at first, she tends to know more than she lets on. While friendly, she still has some issues of letting people get behind her positive exterior since the death of her family. Bio: An orphan girl from Radiant Garden, Ina was taken in by the Restoration Committee as a messenger and something of a mascot. She spent most of her childhood in the rebuilding world, till her ability to wield a Keyblade was discovered. She was at first taught by Lea in some of the basics before getting taken in by Master Riku. While it took time to adjust to her new life, Riku was an understanding teacher and Ina was able to make friends with two other Keyblade students. Recently, Riku has been trying to get Ina ready for the Mark of Mastery, but she has been less than enthusiastic, not liking tests or feeling like the title actually got her anything. With Sora going missing and Ina already planning on helping out, Riku pronounced that this mission was her Mark of Mastery. WDW