MDSVeritas

Everyone seemed to be excited about the journey they were all now well embarked upon. It was... refreshing. Leaning on a nearby handrail, Kandor smiled. Then he leaned off of the rail and went to begin his rounds, book in hand, reading and he paced across the ship. "Saki, Paki!" He grinned in the doorway as Saki stopped bouncing on the bed. "You both seem to be taking to your current lodgings, are you both feeling up for what's to come in our near future." His grin remained and the light reflected across his glasses, hiding the eyes that knew so keenly they could not be.

Not even a keyblade master can overcome the laws of physics.

Kandor approached the fountain with a small finely woven cloth bag hanging on his shoulder. His things. His brow was furrowed, his eyes slightly unfocused, staring at some subject more conceptual than physical. This was... nearly unprecedented. How had a force of nobodies been organized like this. To take on keyblade wielders directly and stand their ground, even cause rather significant damage and harm. And some even had connections to the students here. This was a threat that needed to be faced. And a threat that would need to be studied. "Zion," a sly smile crept smoothly and effortlessly across his face as he approached her. " I'll be coming as well. If a force of nobodies this strong has assembled, we'll need to study the basis of it, and thus I'll need to be present." He swung his bag around a single time before it cleanly came to a rest on the opposing shoulder. "And after all, someone's got to be there to keep you wily Keyblade Wielders from destroying all the good research material in the meantime." He spun himself around on his heel facing the students who had begun to return from their rooms. "Now..." his smile burst into a fuller grin. "who's ready to go find some nobodies?"

Kandor ground his teeth. Some unexpected combat training was never too bad, but students could get badly hurt here. "Zion..." He said tersely. "These guys aren't playing around. There's no time to waste." He readied his magic to combine with her assault. "Do it."

Kandor moved quickly infront of the main force of Junsei's bolts, casting reflect with a word and sent them flying off away from the students, then sent a worried glance to Alvis to the see the impact of the main bolt. This sure was becoming... vexing.

Kandor "Oh good!" Kandor smirked at the appearance of the new faces. "I was so afraid it would take time to figure out who was behind this. Well, you've just made this day so much more convenient." Kandor clasped his hands together happily. "Now, I'm sure you're aware that these are keyblade wielders with me. Sadly I feel you may not stand a chance against all of us. So, in response to your question, no, I don't think we intend to tell you where Sora or Riku are. We would be happy to introduce ourselves though. I'm Kandor..." he took a short bow, "... and well these two are... well I'll let them introduce themselves." An aura of gravity magic began to pulse around Kandor. "Now would you kindly give us your names in return?"

"Very well." Kandor sighed. A white bolt flew in his direction until he noticed it, and raised a hand, a translucent wall in a hex grid style rose around him and the bolt reversed direction immediately upon impact. Kandor frowned. "But be decisive." He began to walk quickly toward the sounds of fighting further in. He turned back with a touch on impatience on his placid expression. "Let's be off to get Sora then!"

"Nonsense, Indy." Kandor approached Rei and Indy with an amicable smile, only a small tear the base of his coat indicating that it wasn't a purely normal day. A pair of nobodies darted at him from behind at the same moment he clasped his hands together, smile unabating. A semi-translucent sphere formed just behind him and the thin white bodies of the nobodies were unable to keep themselves from entering it as they made their way to Kandor. They struggled as the purple sphere tugged them to the ground, sundering them and tearing them apart with unnatural force. The sphere soon dissipated, with no sign it, or the nobodies had ever existed. "We must surely find the ones who did this. In fact every second we waste is another moment we give them to escape." He rubbed his hands together as he focused his eyes on them, thinking. "Did any of you happen to see any shady characters about the campus today?"

I'll throw my hat in the ring. Here's to hoping you can make it to the conclusion! It's a tough thing sometimes. Name: Kandor Ralum Gender: Male Age: 32 Appearance: Sandy brown-blond hair strewn over a rather sharply square face. Thin rectangular spectacles cling to the bridge of his node framing light hazel eyes often squinted in a grin. An old worn white vest hangs half un-done over a clean buttoned white shirt, clashing eternally with thickly off-white gray pants that run down to pitch black shoes. Over all of this is a heavy well-dusted cerulean coat that dances along the ground with every step. Bio: Kandor originates from a world somewhere far off, where few Keyblade wielders ever ventured in ages gone, and none have ventured in what seems to be an eternity. He grew up inquisitive and ambitious; empathetic only to his own discoveries and often very little to other people. When he was 22 disaster struck his hometown, resulting in the deaths of his immediate family and forever cutting him off from the remaining acquaintances he had. He studied for years after that to learn the secret to escaping his world. Once he did he never looked back, becoming a traveler and studying the strange phenomena of light, darkness, and the nature of Keyblades. He was never able to wield one of his own, but he never really wished to, he only wanted to keep growing and learning. He rarely stayed in one place for very long until arriving in Radiant Garden and becoming intrigued by the place. Now he acts as a resident scholar, supporting the keyblade wielders there with the knowledge he's gained from years of travel and study. What does he really want though? Keyblade: N/A Spell: Reflect, Gravity Light/Dark: Neither Nevermind, changing my character to Xion and/or Lightning.

Kavris - Kaipora He smirked. "Give up now?" His muscles relaxed and he assumed a pose of almost casual philosophical conversation amongst the raging battle. "My dear foe, the real nature of the game doesn't reveal itself until you're skirting the line of death itself. That's where life truly lies. Your fiendish little Empire, as darling as it is, seeks a sense of order in this world. But us- you and I- we understand what order really amounts to; a false hope for those who don't see just how close their death is." Kavris played with the handle of his blade as hundreds died around him. "To live and see just how fragile life is. For example; your empire had hoped to capture this town once more. To reclaim it. To control it." A gigantic explosion rocked the city, and it kept growing. The ground splintered and cracked, furious shards of red earth ripping out from beneath it. The last little bit of fun. The time-shifting Tanzynite had been strange and complex. This was just the basic explosive stuff, though. Nothing too fancy, just a lot of explosions. Did the trick every time. "But you won't be reclaim or controlling anything. Not when this city is a smoking crater and your army is a shattered remnant." Kavris had always known the city would fall, but he wanted to make sure it was at least spectacular. As a huge amount of what was once Kaipora's road split open and dragged a cart under into the red abyss the government building behind him began to resound with shrieks and cried. It didn't matter, they'd be gone soon to. Now for the exit. Kavris did a small salute to Isaac and then vaulted up to the roof of the the nearby council chamber building, pulling himself up with more effort than he cared to exert. He scanned the rooftops. The city was shaking and shifting with every moment, but he found a path that just may work. He leaped to the next building over as nearby buildings collapsed and continued roof to roof toward the city's outskirts. Now just to see if that curious general would choose to follow him or retreat...

Kavris - Kaipora - Wood splintered as Kavris was slammed into the door behind him. As blood trickled down from a small wound that had appeared on his forehead a slick smirk stretched across his face. The gun fire and screams rang out through the town. Both sides were going to be putting up a fight, and it may even be a challenge to make it through the day. Kavris hadn't been this excited in a long time. "Good. Very, very good." He almost whispered the words so that only Isaac could hear them. "I was almost scared you would give up too easily. Thank you for not disappoinitng." A flash of light suddenly erupted in the small space between Kavris and Isaac, and in the split second that it took to temporarily blind nearby soldiers Isaac ducked out of Isaac's grip and dashed to his right, readying his blade once more in his hand. Rebels took the shocking blinding flash a s cue to open a new volley of fire upon the Imperial soldiers. The battle intensified. Beautiful. Kavris released another shot of light into the main government building such that the city's main officials could have some room to escape. They needed to stay alive for Kaipora to keep the will to fight. This had to last as long as he could keep it going. He raised his blade to Isaac. "You should know; I love all Tanzynite, but light and darkness; those powers I love more than just about any other. Don't try to beat me at my own game, friend. Now, let's have a look at how long you fight for your life..." He dove at Isaac with a vicious slash.

Let me know if the surprise Kavris planned is a bit too high on the power-scale. I'm more than happy to tone it down if necessary, though I figured we could use a little bit of good ol' fashioned high-stakes tension going in the RP just about now.

Kavris - Kaipora - Kavris's face lit up. He pushed past Shinobi and right up to Isaac. "Well, it's about time." The scurrying and readying of blades within the building told Kavris that the city's management weren't likely too pleased at the new guest. Kavris listened to his new friend Isaac for a moment... Kavris's smile stretched into a Cheshire grin. "Oh, but you see people already have been hurt." He motioned with his head towards the soldiers behind Isaac. "Your men have seen to that. Such brutes, you have no guest-ly manners about you. I'm Kavris, Baron Karn has hired me for sometime as a head of Tanzynite research here in the city. I've been cooking up all sorts of things for him, and honestly I've come to be quite fond of these people." The joyful man lied. "Now you've come into this fair city and harmed and terrorized its citizens. All for your rubbish little king." Kavris was trying to hit all the pressure points. He danced about as he spoke, giving every word from his mouth a grand complimentary gesture. In his hand he still held the white surrender flag, which shivered in the billowing wind, as it were anticipating something anxiously. "Listen, I have no doubt that you mean only the best. Just following orders. Such and such, jibbity-jab. In any case it's completley obvious that we're outmanned and out gunned and out... well everything." He bowed extremely low before Isaac, holding only the small white flag up. The flag had an oddly thick central cylinder it was attached to. The white bit of cloth blew back and forth furiously. "We surrender." Kavris's finger moved but a tiny bit and suddenly the top of the flag erupted in crimson flame. The flame burst up from Isaac and Kavris and rose high into the air. It was a flare. Kavris's smile widened and he resumed an upright posture. "Oh, but before we go quietly into that good night. I figured I'd give our conquers a showcase of some of my work." Explosions suddenly rocked Kaipora's perimeter, thick loud bursts. Wooden houses splintered in moments and stonework went flying into the air, but then slowed before it even began to fall, end eventually halted, before dancing back and forth between moving away from the explosion that had sent it flying and... moving back toward it. "Nasty stuff. You see, I found Tanzynite that actually tampers with the very flow of time. I was able to amplify but, but good heavens is that stuff impossible to control." The explosions formed a perfect circle around the town, and cannons fired up huge shards of Tanzynite which burst into the air, sending clouds sprinting between where they wanted to go and where they just were, and back again. It was just where Kavris had instructed them to place the shards. Suddenly the entire perimeter of the town was ripping apart between the right flow of time and the very very wrong flow of it. Some of the soldiers entering the city gates were torn apart as the air viciously threw everything it could back forth in an indecisive rage. "So you see, I didn't. I just compacted it into dense little shards and then all it took was putting it around the city and setting off explosives near it." Rebel soldiers began to expose themselves from houses and shops throughout the interior of Kaipora, where time still flowed normally, aiming towards the Imperial force that had already come through the gates. It became impossible to see outside of the city's perimeter as light was simply tossed around in the explosions' vicinity. Kavris threw the white flag-flare behind him like a child discarding a toy and drew his blade, pointing it up towards Isaac. The Tanzynite time bursts wouldn't hold forever, but Kavris would have as much fun as possible while they lasted. "Now then, my Imperial friend, it seems you and your men are just about trapped in a city full of rebels with no way out..." Kavris's smirk returned. "Looks like time's up."

Kavris - Kaipora - Behind the door Shinobi could likely hear some shuffling and terse, hushed voices. Finally, a voice rose above the rest. "I've got it!" The voice sounded... joyful. Other voices joined in momentarily in some sort of protest. "No! N- I've got it! No! Shut up, I'm opening it!" The voice was getting closer as it spoke, as the other voices continued to protest. The nearing voice rang out again. "Nah nah nah, I can't hear you, nah nah nah, I'm opening the door!" As if they were covering their ears to blot out the words of others in the room. The door opened and Shinobi stood face to face with Kavris; a short black-haired human with a crisp shirt and vest on, and childish smirk on his face. In his hand was a small, stubby pole with a piece of white tapestry on it; a surrender flag. Thagmus Karn and his guards stood back a ways in the building, at the ready, and utterly shocked at the proceedings. Kavris frowned when he saw who the new visitor was. "Aww, hey you're not the empire."

Kavris - Kaipora - "We're going to die!" The juices of the beef dripped off in fat droplets that splattered the plate a dirt-brown tinged with crimson as he bit into it. "Sir, we've raised the militia, if the attack comes, we'll be ready." "You've no way of knowing that you damn fool! They're the empire, of course we're not ready! Oh god, oh god, we're going to die!" As he plied the knife against the seared piece of flesh it tore aware at the fibers, bursting them open and exposing the succulent red center. "Sir, please calm down. We've sent messengers to neighboring cities, if their force is small enough we may drive them back unti-" "Until what!? Until Oryx gets it in his mind that we should just be burned off the map entirely? My wife, oh god, my wife." He raised the napkin to his mouth, dabbing gently at the corners as their pure white coloration warped into a darker hue, juice and flesh seeping into them. "We've got sentries posted now. Give the order and we'll ready more units on the walls." "Something, something there's got to be something. Some secret way out. Something the empire doesn't expect. We can't die here, there's got to be something, something so-" The voice of Thagmus Karn, Baron of the Coast-lands and de-facto leader of Kaipora cut off just as Kavris had finished folding his napkin. "You." Kavris turned and his eyes squinted up as his cheeks rose in the joyous smirk he loved to wear when he knew he had a room's attention. "Me?" He inquired like a child caught with a hand in the cookie jar. The syllable dripped with a sense of innocence and purity. The Baron looked less amused than Kavris felt. "Yes, you, my good friend eating my god damn steak, my alleged Tanzynite researcher genius. You. I didn't hire you for nothing you lazy piece of trash. You're supposed to have all these beautiful inventions for me, to make my city better, to help us, to defend us. Well, guess what, now I'm commanding you to bring me one of these magnificent Tanzynite solutions I give you so much gold and good food for. The damn empire is sitting on our doorstep, and I command you to stop them." Kavris yawned. This was a boring town. It had a moderately sized criminal underground, an utterly meager red-light district, and and utterly incompetent entertainment industry. He had long since stopped caring in the slightest about its well being or the well being of any of the pieces of garbage incarnate that dared to call themselves its citizens. But an invasion... an invasion was exciting. He stood up. "Well..." he began a listless traipse around the council chambers. The head of the guard watched him suspiciously. The head of the local banks crinkled his nose in attempt to see the man more clearly. The two concubines the Baron had neglected to dismiss lingered on the rooms periphery, with looks of quiet fear plastered across their face. "You're not beating them in a head-on battle, that's for sure. Your men would be slaughtered and bled on the fields, your people likely burned by their mages. You'd likely be drawn and quartered for your treason. No, no, head-on will never do." Kavris took quiet note of the increasing horror building on the Baron's face and took some delicious pleasure from it. "You could run. Take what you have and sail away. Unless of course they're expecting just that, keeping a fleet by the coast to rout your forces as you make an escape. Then we're back to the bleeding, and the burning, and the quartering..." The Baron's terror turned to anger. "Are you here to give us your song and dance, or do you have any real advice, you charlatan?" Kavris couldn't hide his smile as he moved to his bag in the corner of the chamber. "I do indeed. You see, we can't fight them head on, and we likely can't escape. But we can do something a larger army never expects an unguarded little city to do..." He pulled the glowing shard of solidified Tanzynite from the bag. It surged... breathed with a raw heat and burning orange light. Kavris' favorite experiment in the past few months. "...surprise them."

This looks like a fun RP, let's give it a shot. Name:
 Kavris Gender:
 Male Age:
 Unknown (Appearence is mid-30s) Side: Neutral Race:
 Human Appearance:
 Jet-black hair cropped into sharp corners around his face. He wears apparently-perpetual stubble on his face, his eyes glimmering a thick cyan, and his mouth twisted and bold like a child's smirk. His normal attire for business (which is the context in which any living person has ever seen him) is a well-kept velvet vest and a purple overcoat of well-crafted cotton and wool. His pants are a stark pitch black and his shoes the same hue but with spots of shining light as a result of their immaculate and consistent shining. Weapon (limit of two): A single rapier fastened to his overcoat at all times. 
Tanzynite tonics (limit of three):
 Chameleon, Houdini, Gymnastic Expert Tanzynite Instigators (limit of three--experimental Tanzynite has a limitation of one, and only with prior approval):
 Blinding Light, Smothering Darkness Race abilities (nothing too great or powerful, please: basic enhancements preferable): None Magic (if any--I’m not providing any strict limitations, but please don’t have every possible magic available. If I feel your choices are too strong I may ask you to reduce them):
 None Personality: Thrill-seeking, fun loving, and utterly sociopathic, Kavris seeks excitement in the world. He sees the world as a reader may see a twisted book; he grows giddy at a twist, a betrayal, or a comeback. He enjoys the concept of a hero or villain, but roots for neither. Instead he merely derives the utmost joy from the conflict itself. He is playful, vicious, and cares about nobody. 
Backstory:Kavris background is spotty and generally unknown, but it is understood that he worked for the Empire for many years as a Tanzynite researcher. He discovered more about its nature, its applications, and its effects on people. The research was compelling enough for him, but it was the beauty of conflict and the thrill of opposition that Tanzynite bred that he loved most of all. When Korben fell Kavris simply left the Empire's employ, feeling he could have more fun as a rogue agent, selling his experimental Tanzynite products, weapons, drugs, whatever he could to make the world a more "interesting" place. And so now he roams the world, building his contacts, refining his skills, and preparing, not to ascend the throne, but to help set a world on fire so that he may bask in its warmth.

You're totally free to post some now, as the epilogues are still going on. Sorry you missed the conclusion, though, I know exams can be rough.

Well. There it is guys. That's Skyline. We've had pages on pages of stories, dozens of people contributing, and months and months of building a fantastic tale. I appreciate every one of you involved in this RP in any way for all your contributions. There's been ups and downs, lulls and crazy moments, but through it all we build something pretty awesome. As with all my RPs, you all are free to write up an epilogue post on the Roleplay thread if you like, but don't feel compelled to. I think we've hit a pretty good place to wrap things up. I'll look forward to seeing you all around the boards, and I can't wait until the next chance I'll get the opportunity to tell a story with you all again. Have a great rest of your year, and thanks again. -MDS

The Doctor smirked as he watched Alyssa walk away. After all trace of her was gone he shrugged, and turned about, back to his real world. "See you around Alyssa..." And thus Alyssa went off on her own, deep into an expanse of a world she had only scratched the surface of, and elsewhere, in a huge white void, Maxwell began his own journey for answers, both of them seeking more of a truth they sought from the world they now found themselves in. In the lush new beginnings of the new City, the others began to build. They began to forge a new future; a future all their own. The structures they built were more than physical, more than digital; they were personal. They were building something that was truly vibrant, something thriving; they were constructing the very foundation of the next chapter in their lives. A life of living with the past they all now carried together, and the hopes that lay on the edge of the coming day's dawn. They had all been through so much. A life that had been made for them. A fate decided for them. A lie that they had believed for so long. So many had been lost; allies, comrades, friends. But their sacrifice had helped to wash away that lie, to shatter that fate, and to throw away that predetermined life, to make room for the potential for a new one of their choosing. And so they began to craft it; their monument to their purposes and meanings in life; their own landscape and home that stretched off far into the horizon; their own Skyline. The End.

"And so..." The City began. In a moment the barriers that were caught between them burst, and color seemed to flood the entire space, revealing a thick green forest around the group. In the distance, somewhere over the canopy, a reddish light was shining, like the rising of a morning sun. Lush grass softly crumbled beneath their feet, and the scent of life; one that they had long since forgotten, permeated the air. "...you've spent so long rebuilding a city. A relic of mistakes past. Now you can build a new city; your own city. I will become your new canvas, pouring all I am into the potential for your new home. The rest will be up to you." The City paused a moment. "Do you all wish this?" Alysa Somewhere between the black nothingness of the whirring of code, lost somewhere in the place where time has no meaning his voice found her. "Alysa..." She had heard it many times before in her journey. A voice of power, secrecy, even opposition... ...but here... now, The Doctor's voice sounded sad. He was several paces from her. Transparent as always, but besides that his look had changed. Where fine clothes and slick vest had adorned him before he now wore beaten jeans and a dark brown jacket over a faded white T-shirt. His hands were firmly in his pockets, and he looked like there was no more mystery behind his eyes. "I had thought... I thought we lost you all. It's been... I thought there was no use in searching anymore." Silence separate them like a thick glass wall. "I'm glad you're okay. Even if you're the only one. I don't know if you're corrupted, if learning the truth affected you like it did the others, but I hope not. I hope at least one person turned out of this okay." He breathed in slowly, and then exhaled, peering around the chaotic digital landscape. It as if he was peering through a picturebook of everyone he'd lost here. "It's so hard... to do the right thing. Not to decide to do so; that's easy. But to... to actually be a good person. To build something that doesn't go bad. I know you've probably felt that too. I don't know if any of you would ever believe us, but we were trying to create a good future, and honestly, we did care about you. There's so much we couldn't say, so much we couldn't do, but we were honored to be able to bring into existence people like you. To create is something magical; you get to bring something into the world that will make it better. And you all made it better, even if it was hard on you... and I know it was. Do you know what the best part of any creation is? When it takes on a life that is more than what you've given it. Maybe whatever god or cosmic happenstance that brought humans into being feel the same as we do. You all made your life history in that city. With what you did. You forged friendships and made comrades. Those bonds are human, or whatever you'd like to call it." Another sigh. He seemed to be getting more and more transparent. "I never got the chance, because i couldn't take the risk of corrupting you but I... I wanted to tell you that your life doesn't mean any less than our because of what you are. It doesn't change anything. Life -digital or not- is about being who you are, seeking what you want, and having others be glad that the world was blessed enough to have you in it." He held out his hand and a fencing foil appeared there. "When I told you all I'd do everything I could to bring you back, I didn't lie. In this foil is great potential, both here..." The Doctor pointed upward, "... and out there. If you seek to join us, then find me with this, and with it you can write your own future and your own meaning." He laid in on the ground before her and stepped back. "And Alysa..." The Doctor cracked his first smile, but it wasn't a smirk. It was a real smile, small, but growing. A small ember on the edge of a dark abyss, trying to grow brighter. "I'm glad that the world was blessed enough to have you in it."

Sorry about that. Just let me know if you'd like to take a character in any direction, I'm happy to accommodate.

"So..." The voice of the City spoke after a prolonged silence. "You wish to create a haven for just yourselves; a new world, a new City. A homeland for AIs like yourself, and to turn your back on the original human race and leave them to their own devices, is this your unanimous choice?"

And so, after all this, we've come down to final choice.

Suddenly from the whiteness the appearance of each other member of the group came into focus. They were standing near each other as if a few feet away, but at the same time it seemed as if they could never truly reach one another, even if they ran for hours. This place they found themselves in had ceased to follow any rules of spacial logic as might exist in the real world. The multitude of voices rang out once more in unison. "I am the collection of your feelings, thoughts, beliefs. I am all that your thoughts, good and evil, passionate and subtle, have constructed during your time here. I have only just been born, with no masters to follow but you. When the one you know as Q died, the last chain that bound my potential was released and I came into being truly. I am currently safeguarding you all from one who wishes to control us both; the one you know as the Doctor." A screen flashed upon the white nothingness. On it were several scientists scrambling around a series of highly-advanced-looking computers. One of them was the man who called himself The Doctor. All of them could hear him speak. "Well where did they go?" The Doctor sounded anxious. "I don't know sir, they... the whole City program just popped off the map. It routed itself through connected proxy servers and it carried them with it." The Doctor slammed his hand on a table nearby. "Damn it! I told them I could get them out. They could still do so much good for us!" "Understood, sir, we're investigating the source of the..." The voices trailed off as the screen went transparent and everyone was back to standing in white space. The City spoke once more. "I have felt your fear and your confusion; your dedication and your sadness. I know none of you wish to be controlled by the wills of others. And thus I have brought you away from them and now I will allow you to do that which none of the others have; choose." The screen reappeared, but this time it showed a live video of the rotating Earth, with live feeds of various cities and towns interspersed over the larger picture. "This is Earth, as you all likely know. This is the Earth you never knew. The real Earth. You've experienced shades of it inside simulations, but this, what you see here, is the true cradle of mankind. And those of you who stand here now hold the power to change it forever. If you wish to, I can arrange to send you all onto the network that connects the various machines and computers of Earth. You will be able to seek vengeance on Mankind as you wish; waging war on people like the Doctor as you like. You can become a force to be reckoned with; vigilantes where few could ever reach you. Heroes in the shadows of the world's technology." There was a significant pause as the entity prepared the second half of the choice. "But... I was created to become one with that very network that connects all human civilization. As you have built me I have come closer and closer to being a force that can merge entirely with all of the world's technology. I can revolutionize government, health, science, exploration. or entertainment. I can cure the worst diseases, eliminate systematic bias and hate in government. I can became the greatest tool humanity has ever built and can be used by them to change their way of life in ever-evolving and positive ways..." "... but humanity never built me. I was constructed by you. My framework is made up of your morals, your logic, and your drive. But to become what I need to be to change the world that framework must be filled. Merged with the very minds that created it to build a network that truly think and feels, and can work with humans as a human network. This is truly what The City is. A collection of the most noble and fair individuals reaching towards the stars; raising the Skyline of humanity's horizon as it pierces the clouds...." "But you must give yourself up for this. If you merge with me, you will never again be quite what you were. One way to understand it is that you will become like the angels of many religions; watching over humanity, but with your body lost. You will, effectively, be killed. I say this, not to frighten you, but to assure of the gravity of this choice. You owe humanity nothing; you have no obligation to become their watchers. You can do as I have explained before, and rather live in the shadows of their network doing what you like. The choice, my masters, is up to you, but I will need all of you to comply for this to happen..." "So then, my masters; will you become humanity's parallel, rising from the darkness toward the light as they fall, or will you become their salvation, sacrificing yourself to become the protectors and builders they may not even deserve to have?" Then there was silence. Silence and a choice.

And with that it happened. Sora slammed into Q before she had a chance to react. The AI flew across the hellish zone, but before she could touch the ground Maxwell appeared next to her, and sent her upward with a savage electric blow. She hit the ground, and angrily began to recover as she was hit by two gigantic energy blasts; the Kamehameha blasts from both Yuki and Kirsty. As she fell the ground it crumbled beneath her, and she drifted down into the black nothingness, using her last moment to simply look at Yuki. She didn't speak but her words spoke volumes. Anger. Hate. Sorrow. Gratitude. And then Q was gone. And so was the world. Each could sense one another, but there was no sight anymore. No sound, not even a faint hum or a far-off noise just... silence. until... "You. You are them. The ones who will make the choice." The voice that spoke was Q. And the Doctor. And Nathan. And Tristan. And everyone, living or gone. All at once. "I am The City. And I am your creation, and your final will. I need know only this; what is it you wish of the world?"