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[up above in the gummi ship] "Dude, that girl was all over the place! Sensors could barely keep up!" "It's teleportation. I'd be more scared if that was her actual raw speed." Spectre and Shadow were continuing their roles of acting as Ghost's eyes in the sky. While Shadow was busy actually watching Ghost and his immediate surroundings this time, Spectre was watching Ina securing the outlying heartless with her abilities before fighting the armored heartless. As the girl contributed and forced the leader to shift the camera to the battling group, it was now that he spotted the various keyblades being used against the heartless. Acting on a hunch, he allowed his eyes to drift onto another screen as he started trying to pull up dossier files on pupils under the known masters. He only managed to make it to the tab labeled 'roster' for Master Riku before he got the words "ACCESS DENIED" in ominously red letters. He growled in frustration, and in a burst of anger punched a nearby metal wall and dented it. "Doing ok there, sir?" Spirit asked, worry in his voice. "Sorry. Compartmentalization is not being helpful right now. With all these keyblade wielders here, I thought they'd tell us and give us files on them beforehand so we know how to interact with them." "You thought of it too, huh?" Shadow added softly, "all those keyblades... Weird that the brass didn't tell us about this." "Yeah. At least we won't have to worry about Ghost. I think it's safe to say he's in good company." Spectre sighed quietly, and resumed his overwatch of the group. Maybe they think we're absolutely incompetent to the point that we need a group of keyblade wielders to help us out? Or maybe... This mission just got a whole lot more serious. [back on the ground] Ghost lowered his rifle in awe as he watched the strangers around him finish off the opposite armor. It was a spectacle to say the least, although the keyblader did lament not taking the more faster, simpler approach of blowing it to smithereens with the flying gummi ship above. Then again, remembering that one time he accidentally called in support a little too close to his position during training, he was thankful that Spectre was up there keeping everyone from going trigger happy. With some of the strangers withdrawing their keyblades, Ghost tapped his radio mic thrice to signal his friends above to monitor his mic. "Everyone alright?" "Fine over here. All pieces intact." "I'm in one piece as well. I'm glad to see you're all holding up after that... My name is Talion. Talion Glandur. I am at your service should you have further need of me, young Keyblade Wielder." "Well that...was eventful," the one stranger who helped him seal the keyhole started, I'm so tired and we haven't even started. 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." Ghost's face scrunched at the choice of wording. Suspect? Maybe he's referencing Sora? Nah that can't be right. "Now that we're...peaceful," the stranger continued, "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?" "No. They didn't last long enough to give that away," he heard Zion reply, "Alive. Good, seems you all are pretty good.I'm Zion. Who are all of you, and what brought you to Traverse Town, if I may ask?" "My handle is Ghost, miss- er... Master Zion." He bowed his head slightly to show respect of her title. "I'm here to try finding someone very important." He waited for everyone else but Talion Glandur the Glamorous PaladinTM to reply, hoping to finally attach a name and motive to all the strangers that had gathered. The moment was thwarted when another voice responded from above, causing Ghost to snap his rifle back into his shoulder. "How foolish. 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." The statement actually caused Ghost to smile as he watched the new stranger. My friends and I accepted that fate long ago. We know our duties, and we don't care. So long as we have each other, we don't mind playing our part if it means the survival of light against the darkness. "...who the hell are you?" "What are you talking about? It's me. Roxas...at least, this body is." "Master Roxas? ...what manner of thing has been done to you?!" "Who's Roxas, and more importantly, how petty do you have to be you to body theft someone?" "This, 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." "Sure it is, everyone knows that everything ends and begins, thats not the problem, the problem is you cucks are trying expedite the process." Ghost cracked at the remark as he briefly snickered, then went quiet again. This girl really is something else, and I love it! "There will be no 'end'. Not on my watch!" A star in the sky seems to go berserk, and slammed into the ground between Roxas and the group. Ghost remained calm as he kept his rifle steady; Elsewhere Spectre was asking what happened to the automated defensive systems on their ship. "Why do you have Yen Sid's Star Shard?" "...I-I'm sorry, but who in the worlds are you?" "I'll tell you later. Start talking kid. Where's Xavier?" Out of all the sounds that would indicate some sort of kerfuffle, a taco hitting the ground was the absolute last thing Ghost had expected. And from the muffled sound of it, it was fully loaded too; a tragedy in its own right. Darn. RIP taco, you will be missed. "Roxas. Where is she, Roxas. I know you and whoever is controlling you has her. Where is she. Where is Xion you bastard?" "It wasn't until all this started... You caused this...you caused her to disappear...tell me where Xion is you bastard!" Ghost remained vigilant, keeping his rifle trained on Roxas. "Don't hurt him! If this is Roxas' body, we can't risk to kill him!" "Why, Roxas is right here! It's me! As for Xavier... I'm right here, as well. As for Xion... That's another story. 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? 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? You cannot stop this. You may wish and you may try but your efforts will end just like Roxas'. Futile. You may try if you wish, however!...but be warned...you'll all submit sooner or later." "NOW!" Before anyone could react, the portal that Roxas had summoned disappeared. "Dammit." [back in the gummi ship] "Suspect?" Spectre questioned aloud as the trio monitored Ghost's mic, "Are they talking about Sora? That would we awkward if they are." "Well," Spirit replied as he continued flying the ship, "one of the strangers earlier call it a manhunt. Judging by the keyblades, I'm assuming they are all searching for Sora as well. Well that, or a really notorious enemy that we are unaware of." "Wait," Shadow added, "If Sora, who is a known good guy, has gone into hiding, and we are searching for him... Doesn't that make us the bad guys?" There was a brief moment of silence from the trio as they looked at one another, then all cried out "Nah!" in unison as they shook their heads. "Ok, but on a serious note," Spectre rallied the team, "new contact below. It's... Roxas?" They listened in to the exchange, and were appropriately distracted by the streaking light that zipped past them. "Where was our defensive systems?!" Spectre barked, hating being this off-guard, "Spirit?!" "Systems say armed, but not active." "Well then turn it on!" "Negative, sir. It would have target the heartless below, and they were too close to unknown or friendlies. Not that it would do much anyways; scanners are showing it at Yen Sid's Star Shard." Spectre gulped audibly as the trio continued listening in to the interactions below. Who is that person with the Commandant's Star Shard? It wasn't long before Roxas stepped through a portal, and disappeared from their scanners. "We can't run a trace on that portal now, can we? "Negative. We don't have that equipment on us." "Alright... Lets see what this group of keyblade wielders think up of."

Y'all are gonna love this next post, since it summarizes the dialogues. Also: Talion Glandur the Glamorous PaladinTM is a thing now kthxbai

[up above in the gummi ship] "Threat!" Shadow exclaimed aloud as he stared at the opposite armor, "Target is opposite armor, aiming right at us!" "I'm on it!" Spirit shouted as he jerked the control stick. Spectre was watching the same view on his screen, and the trio braced in unison as the gummi ship reacted viciously at the sudden input. Spirit groaned loudly as he struggled at the controls. He always knew that 'combat maneuvers' were relentlessly brutal, but did not expect the ship to react so easily. Having reacted quickly, the orb missed its mark by a wide berth as Spirit leveled the ship. "Gun ready!" Shadow shouted to the team, following a well rehearsed procedure, "core to combat levels!" "Stand down!" Spectre gruffly replied back, "do not engage. Spirit, continue evasive maneuvers!" Spirit and Shadow growled at the orders, but followed them as their guns stayed silent and the ship zigged and zagged across the sky. No one shoots Spooky Team and gets away with us not retaliating... [back on the ground] Ghost watched as the opposite armor take a potshot at his friends above, but thought nothing of it; he trusted them enough to know not to worry. He watched and waited as the strangers around him plus a paladin dish out their hurt on the armor. It wasn't long until he heard Susan's voice. "It's down! Use this opportunity to dish out vicious attacks!" This whole time, Ghost was solidifying his aim at the head of the armor, aiming straight for its eyes, circumventing any hard points on it and going straight for the soft and squishy ones. He exhaled slowly, timed the pull to the lull between heartbeats, and allowed a beam to blaze towards the armor's head...

At the epicenter of the safe zone, Ghost was reaching out to the enemy thanks to his arrow rifle. He took a few potshots here and there, but didn't really apply himself as hard as his newfound allies. It wasn't because of laziness however; his attention was the battlefield itself as he was scanning his surroundings to see if he could spot anyone or anything that could be easily identified as the 'greater threat.' As he looked around, his eyes locked on Zion in the distance; her heavenly blonde hair seems to glow against the comparatively stark ambiance of Traverse Town in general. It took him a few precious seconds to shake off his fixation, and by the time he completed a full scan of the immediate area, the battle had already been won. I really hope no one saw that. I really hope she didn't see that either. That would suck... "Stay alert........" he heard Susan announce to the group, not that it mattered to him. He had already reloaded, and was finally in that coveted state of mind that a shooter experiences when they're completely 'in the zone.' It was usually difficult for him compared to his friends, but the adrenaline rush from having his life on the line in a real battle gave him the clarity of mind needed. An odd sound from above made his rife snap towards the source, but his discipline kept him from firing off like an amateur. He decided to watch as what he identified as 'Heartless Armour' assemble in front of the group, waiting for the opening move. The armour went first, and as the strangers started their attacks, Ghost focused his rifle at what would pass as the eyes of the monster. The yellow glow made a pretty convenient sighting beacon through his scope, and as the rifle leveled at the monster, Ghost took a slow, deep breath in, allowing his heartbeat to slow down just a little for the perfect shot... [meanwhile, up above] Spectre and Shadow were continuing their observation of the battleground below them. With the imminent threat of the new stranger apparently cleared, Spectre sighed in relief. "Whew... Hey Shadow? Why didn't you spot the stranger before I did?" "Uh... I was focused more on the combat." he replied back. The news was concerning to the team leader. Was there a blind spot in our coverage that allowed this to happen? Not wanting this to repeat, Spectre tapped a few buttons on the console in front of him, and a few moments later one of the nearby screens changed to show past footage of Shadow's view. "Shadow, I'm reviewing footage of your view. I'm worried about th-" he stopped short as he watched the screen. "Shadow?" "Yeah?" "Any particular reason why you focused on that Zion girl?" "I deemed her suspicious since she walked away from the group that is apparently against the heartless. As far as I'm concerned, her intentions are unknown, and I wanted to keep an eye on her." There was a long, heavy pause in the cockpit before Spectre finally replied, "That's... a really... interesting spot to focus the camera on for such a task, Shadow. I'll let it slide for now." "Thanks boss!" "Now get back to the mission." Putting off the decision of whether or not to save the footage at a later time, Spectre shifted his focus back to the live camera feed on an adjacent screen. The heartless armour was in full view, and the leader could only watch as the battle unfolded below. "Still too close for fire support," Shadow announced, "even with our smallest cannons we risk collateral damage or injuring neutral or friendly people. Orders, Spectre?" "You're right. No choice but to sit here and watch. If you're gonna watch that Zion girl again, please let me know so I can cover your field of view." "Er..." "If anything, now would be a good time to shift. Ghost is readying up a shot. Just sayin'."

I'M WORKING ON MY POST RIGHT NOW DARN IT eh I can work with anything

I hate you so much, because it reminded me of that song that was the bane of my existence during my high school years... https://youtu.be/8UFIYGkROII?t=11s

Whichever person gives me Kairi as a Christmas present will be the best santa to me

"Keyblade Master Zion. You operate and feel the same as Cody did." Ghost stayed quiet as he leveled his rifle at another nearby heartless, but made darn sure to remember the woman's face and name. Keyblade Master Zion. With all due respect master, I haven't heard of you before. Out of the corner of his eyes, he was able to spot her golden hair wisping off in a direction away from the fighting. "Do your thing. I'm hungry," he heard her say, causing him to break his sighting as he looked at her in bewilderment. Shes gotta be pretty powerful to just ignore all this. I better be careful around her. "I..." he paused, trying to form the right words in his head, "Will do... master." Gripping his rifle once again, he sighted in on a nearby heartless, and slowly applied linear pressure to the trigger. [Meanwhile, up above] "Keyblade Master Zi- huh?" Spectre asked aloud. "I heard Zion," Shadow replied, "and the mic also picked up tacos." "Lets mute him for now. The sound is kinda distracting me." The two of them were still monitoring the battle below, watching out for their friend more than the other strangers around him. With Shadow monitoring Ghost, Spectre zoomed the camera out to get a bigger view of the area below. A quickly moving discoloration caught his eye, and the squad leader was quick to zoom back in to the anomaly. It was clearly a person, and the direction they were heading to caused him to react with suspicion. "I got contact. Heading towards the battleground." As he zoomed out to assess how far the person was from Ghost, the friend in question came into view a little too quickly than anticipated, causing his nearby hand to snap towards the radio mic. [back on the ground...] "Behind you!" Ghost heard Spectre exclaim through his earpiece. Acting on his flinch, he allowed a knee to buckle from being startled, causing him to kneel. He whisked his weapon around in an instant, and leveled it at the newcomer. Was he a friend or foe? What was his intentions and plans? All of this had to be decided in mere milliseconds and acted upon instantly after it. Fortunately for the stranger, Ghost immediately noticed the distance between them, and paused for a moment to see what would happen. The stranger started to speak, and Ghost was prepared for any response. "These Heartless-" He's friendly. Ghost snapped his rifle back on target at a nearby heartless as the stranger continued to speak; all of this within two seconds. "-certainly have a sense of timing, it has to be said! Wait for a gathering of Keyblade Wielders and feast upon their hearts! But they will claim none of us here today! I am The Sunbreaker! And I am here to help. And know that as long as I draw breath, all that is Darkness shall burn!" Dear light, we got a real life paladin! Ghost squealed mentally, now realizing that Shadow's roleplaying at their gathering of Castles and Nobodies was not an exaggeration. As the newcomer strode into battle with his weapon out, Ghost continued his support of the others as he started taking shots at the heartless.

My bad. I’ll scrub through my post and edit the pronouns

"So, got a plan, soldier boy?" a girl nearby asked. "First things first!" Ghost replied back, too busy sealing the keyhole to really react to the events that are transpiring around him. There was a blinding flash of light behind him, but he didn't react; flinching would interrupt the procedure for sealing the keyhole, and he didn't intend to fail in what is supposed to be a simple, albeit vulnerable task. "I got your back," a boy nearby said as he assisted with his efforts. After a few tense seconds, the keyhole was finally sealed. "And is she part of it?" the same nearby girl asked. "Who?" "Ghost. Finish locking the Keyhole. Normal pattern indicates three waves at most, possibly a massive Heartless." "What? I did- I mean, we did, unless something went wrong." He turned around to see the owner of the voice behind him. Whoever she is, she spotted everything. Oh well, no point hiding it now. It was a woman whom he didn't recognize, causing him to tilt his head in confusion. "Who are you? And how do you know my name?" "Is everyone ok? Tell me now before more come, and I'll heal." "Yes," he heard Susan reply to the stranger, "but did you say that there are three more waves of Heartless coming?" As if on cue, more heartless spawned within sight of the group. You gotta be kidding me... “Bring it on!” he heard Kalm exclaim as he charged into the fray. You gotta be kidding me... "We got a weirdly excited guy swinging two keyblades at things, Whippy and Shadow Whippy, Beacen of light Feathers and soldier boy." another girl commented, "This is weird." You gotta be kidding me... "So I'm guessing after this wave we get the massive heartless." You gotta-... I gotta stop thinking this... Ghost sighed audibly in frustration. All he wanted was a proper introduction to the group and return his butt back to the rightful chair that is the pilot's seat flying above him, but apparently that's a little too much to ask for at the moment. "I don't care," he replied to Alin as his keyblade disappeared and he reached for his familiar rifle, "about the size of these darn heartless. Big or small, lets just finish them all so we can get back to before we were rudely interrupted." A pull of the trigger at a nearby heartless and the echoing thunder signaled Ghost's formal entry into the fight. [up in the sky...] "Did you guys just see that?" "Kinda flying this thing here so... No." "The flash and woman? Yeah, that's... ominous. Guess we got the important assignment after all." "Well whoever she is, she didn't attack Ghost, so I'll just assume for now that she's on the same side as Ghost. The strangers too since they're all fighting the heartless." Spectre and Shadow were busy watching the battle unfold below them; Spectre worried about advising his friend down there, and Shadow focused on combat dynamics. "Well that girl just wiped out most of the heartless," Shadow stated to the team, "they're regrouping now an- wait... more heartless popped up. Looks like we got a feisty fighter on our side." Believing that his friend was in somewhat good company, Spectre pondered his options. "I have a hunch there's someone nearby controlling or calling in the heartless. Spirit, can we run an area scan?" "Negative. Sensor relays were deemed 'too oppressing' for a world dedicated to refugees who lost their worlds. It needs to be neutral, for better or worse." "So we'll have to rely on our eyes. I'm projecting our view to the screen on your right. Can you fly this so that we get a top-down view of the place?" "Yeah, sure. Adjusting flight path, setting zenith to the group near Ghost. The circle's gonna be tight though, so we'll be feeling some of that good ol' centripetal force." "We got seatbelts, so we're ok!" Shadow chimed in. The queasy feeling of shifting momentum took over the trio as Spirit adjusted the gummi ship flight path. The banking they were experiencing before became more pronounced as Spirit pulled on the controls, but none of the boys seemed to mind. "Perfect," Spectre informed, "Shadow, help me look for anything of interest from our view and keep an eye on Ghost, just in case." "You got it!"

Spectre: Saro. It’s nice to see you again. Shadow: WHIPPY! Ghost: OH SNAP WHAT UP WHIPPY! Spirit: I HEARD WHIPPY!

"Looks like we stumbled on a great place to meet up! So, the big question is who's here on a manhunt?" "Manhunt? Color me interested, who're you hunting?" “I don’t know anything about this manhunt thing… But i can help with that. The more people the better, isn’t it?” Ghost let off a coy giggle after hearing Ina's ominously worded question along with Alin and Kalm's rather quick acceptance of it. "I'd prefer the term 'search and rescue,' but that works too!" "Did all of you follow us or something?" he heard a boy ask. "Negative," he answered sharply, "I was just walking by and couldn't help but overheard your conversation, that's all." "We're looking into some...odd occurrences. Were your worlds attacked by the darkness too?" Ghost stayed quiet at the question, but was unsettled at the idea that multiple worlds were being attacked by the heartless. Maybe we actually got the important job instead of being shipped to the front lines. "Yes... Something like that, its how I ended up here. Odd...occurrences? Buddy worlds being attacked by darkness is a bit worse than odd..." "Well, I guess everyone is on the same page here. I'm Susan, Master Aqua's pupil. Should........." Ghost was about to introduce himself to the group when Susan stayed oddly quiet, causing his senses to spike. Sensing danger, he quickly followed her gaze, and saw the large group of shadows. As the group of keyblade wielding strangers leaped into action, Ghost took several steps back away from the battle, and paused for a moment. [Meanwhile, up above him...] Spectre, Spirit and Shadow were all monitoring Ghost's mic the moment he approached the group. It was normal and within their capabilities for the group to be hot mic'd at will by any one of them at any time, and was standard practice whenever the group splits up. "Manhunt?" Spectre snickered, "I like this person already." "I mean the difference between a manhunt and a SAR op is your intentions." Spirit giggled. Shadow had lost it the moment he heard it; he was clapping slowly while laughing silently, wiping tears as it streamed down his face. His moment of enjoyment was cut off however when the group of shadows started filling his screen. "Look sharp boys, we got contact!" Spectre barked, and the team went into total serious mode. "That's a lot of them." "Several of them are engaging," Shadow stated matter-of-fact, "one identified as a pupil of Master Aqua. They're too close for us to engage from up here." "Then we continue as eyes in the sky for Ghost. Spirit, continue the course." "You got it." The leader reached for the radio, and hailed his friend on the ground. "Ghost, you are cleared to engage at will. We can't assist; they're too close for our cannons. Secure the keyhole." [back on the ground...] "Roger." Ghost whispered, and quickly made a break around a corner to break line of sight of the other strangers. He couldn't tell for certain that all of them were on the same side, and erred on the side of safety as he summoned his keyblade away from prying eyes. Spotting the keyhole, Ghost started the keyblade specific routine needed to lock it.

>>>Incoming Transmission<<< >Location: Traverse Town >IFF: Active. Gummi Ship Vigilant >Current Status: Armed, unharmed. >Report: Spectre, routine. No sign of Sora. Continuing aerial/foot patrols and search. Will report if objective is met. Out. >>>End Transmission<<< Letting off a frustrated sigh, Spectre firmly and begrudgingly pressed the enter key on the keyboard and waited for the screen in front of him to confirm that the message was sent. After the word "COMPLETE" flickered on screen, he swiveled his bolted down seat around. "You think they're just wasting our time?" "Nonsense!" said the white haired, blue eyed pilot sitting not too far from him, "According to the books, Sora ended up here the first time he went missing from his homeworld. It only makes sense to start the search here if he ends up being missing again." "Yeah, but it's different this time, Spirit. This time he chose to go missing." "Does it really matter, Spectre? Besides, usually when people run away, they are usually found in places they are familiar with." "I suppose you're right. Shadow? You see anything on cameras?" Sitting across from the pilot's seat, his blue eyes darted between three different screens scattered in front of him. "I see nothing, but there seems to be a gathering of people in the first district." "That sounds worth checking out." Flying about one thousand feet above ground level in a lazy circle was an aggressively triangular looking gummi ship. It's engines were at the lowest safe power to minimize noise and maximize loiter time; perfect for the gunship role their ship was more than equipped for. Spectre turned his seat around and pressed a few buttons, then the same view Shadow could see came into view. "Yep. Definitely worth checking out." He reached for a nearby radio mic, and keyed in their friend... [Meanwhile, on the ground in first district] Ghost ran a hand through his short white hair as he rounded a corner. "This bites," he sighed, "being a keyblade wielder sure has its ups and downs. I'd rather be flying than doing foot patrols." As he drew in a deep breath for a sigh, the sweet smell of cinnamon from the cafe in the area made the keyblade wielder smile. "I guess this isn't too bad. Gotta appreciate the little thin-" The triple beeps from his radio earpiece caused him to immediately fall silent. "Spectre to Ghost," he heard, "Head to the gizmo shop. We're seeing odd activity up here." He placed a finger just under his ear. "Understood. Moving now." After a brisk walk, he arrived at the front of the gizmo shop, and it didn't take him long to hear some commotion going on nearby. "-think this kid is here to cause trouble." Well this escalated quickly... he thought, peeking over to where the voice was coming from. "Uh... No... I... I mean... My name is Kalm and... I'm on my own. It's just me and my key." Ghost felt his heart sink a little. Announcing that you have a keyblade is gonna make you a bigger target. “So… You guys have a keyblade too?" he heard the boy named Kalm ask, "Why are you all gathered here for, is there something going on?” At this point, Ghost's heart was racing. Did he just stumbled into a bad guy get-together! Dear light, please let me be wrong! "Keyblades...huh?" He heard another voice started to say, "Something is definitely going on if there is a keybladers gathering here. How did you all end up here in the first place?" Quietly letting off a sigh of relief that this wasn't gonna end up in a confrontation, Ghost finally decided to reveal himself to the group of people that had gathered, for better or for worse. "Hey there," he announced to the group, "I heard all this commotion and the word 'keyblade,' so... what's going on here?"

Spirit: Dude I totally dig elemental heterochromia. That's kinda my weak point. Shadow: BUT SHE'S FIFTEE- *gets punched by Alin and Spectre* I'll make my post either tonight or tomorrow I promise!

I remember you guys! I MISSED ALL OF YOU!!! *huggles* Glad to hear you're doing ok and that Puerto Rico is recovering!

“Oh, that. Yeah, the reason that Sentinels like us do so well in wartime is that war is chaos, and we practice chaos on a daily basis! It starts by not reading our training manuals!" ~Shadow Name: Connor "Spectre" Miles Age: 17 Appearance: Short pale blonde hair, green eyes, pale skin tone. He wears a stark black with white trimming keyblade looking armor, but in reality it is just 'regular' armor in the sense that it is not tied to a keyblade. It can be summoned/unsummoned thanks to magic, and underneath the armor he wears a white and gold padded long sleeve shirt, black tactical pants with thigh holsters for his weapons and has a utility belt. Completely practical! Keyblade: None Other Weapon: SABER-22. Prefers the rifle configuration. Powers: Immune to lust and the effects of alcohol. Has an acute sense of hearing. Stopra Personality: Authoritative yet caring, Spectre has to be the level-headed member of the group since he is the leader of the team. Acting as the team 'dad,' he has an atmosphere of confidence and dominance about him. When he isn’t leading the team, he is concerned with their welfare, and this caring, nurturing behavior translates well when interacting with others. He’s down to earth, and very practical in his views and behavior. Bio: Connor grew up in a normal, loving family on Radiant Garden. He met with and quickly became inseparable friends with Harper first, then Nate and Lucifer shortly after, all before the end of kindergarten. Upon hearing that Nate and Lucifer had no home to go to, he and Harper pledged to adopt one of them and chose Nate. His family happily accepted their newly adopted son, and all were devastated to learn that Nate has the ability to wield a keyblade and will be taken away for special training on one fateful day. Not wanting to be seperated, Connor asked to go along with him, and together they retrieved Harper and Lucifer. He trained alongside Nate and his friends and was noted for his leadership abilities, and focused on it as the years went by. The stress of keeping his friends together and not getting to see his family for long periods of time meant that he had to find ways to cope, which explains his immunity to alcohol. Having survived the rather brutal training regimen from the secretive organization that serves King Mickey, Connor graduated alongside Nate and the others and elected to call his team “Spooky Squad” after Lucifer’s history, wanting to transform his nickname into a point of pride rather than sadness. He took on the role of squad leader and is affectionately called ‘Commander Spectre’ by his friends. Name: Nate "Ghost" Halvard Age: 17 Appearance: Short white hair, green eyes and pale skin tone. He wears proper keyblade armor, usually without his helmet. Like the others, it is stark black with white trimmings. Underneath the armor he wears a white and blue padded long sleeve shirt, black tactical pants with thigh holsters for his weapons and has a utility belt. Completely practical! Keyblade: Protector's Oath Other Weapon: SABER-22. Prefers the shoulder mounted configurations when not using his keyblade. Powers: Access to keyblade specific abilities, uncanny ability to pilot any vehicles he comes across with a high degree of proficiency. Has an acute sense of smell [for darkness!] Personality: Nate is actually the timid, shy person of the group, and tends to let Connor do all the talking if possible. Fiercely loyal to his friends, he also knows that being a keyblade wielder and the unique gifts that come with it means he has certain duties to the defense and protection of the light. Bio: Nate was born on Radiant Garden and was orphaned some time before his first birthday due to unknown reasons. He was picked on a lot by other kids; an easy target since he had no parents compared to the other ‘normal’ kids. It was only when Connor and his family adopted him that he finally started seeing the happier side of life. Having been sensed to being able to wield a keyblade, Nate was selected to train in a secretive organization that serves King Mickey. During training, it was noted that alone, he was considered average with no notable skills or traits. However, with his friends nearby but not contributing to his activities, it was noted that his capabilities equalled and in some areas exceeded the best candidates the organization was also training. Having survived the rather brutal training regimen, Nate graduated alongside his friends and agreed to the squad name, electing to call himself ‘Ghost’ because of having never knowing his parents, he might as well be one. Name: Harper "Spirit" Gleipnir Age: 17 Appearance: Short white hair, blue eyes and pale skin tone. He wears a stark black with white trimming keyblade looking armor, but in reality it is just 'regular' armor in the sense that it cannot be summoned/unsummoned with magic, and underneath the armor he wears a white and green padded long sleeve shirt, black tactical pants with thigh holsters for his weapons and has a utility belt. Completely practical! Keyblade: None Other Weapon: SABER-22. Prefers the sniper configuration. Powers: Immune to mental . Has an acute sense of sight. Curaga Personality: The smart one of the team, Spirit has a knack of being the understandable, amiable member of the team. As the squad medic and the brains of the group, Spirit acts as the team 'mom,' watching out for the rest of his squadmates by using his vast reserves of knowledge, usually in tandem with Connor. Outside the squad, he’s a total bookworm and naturally curious about the world. Bio: Harper grew up in a normal, loving family on Radiant Garden. He met with and quickly became inseparable friends with Connor first, then Nate and Lucifer shortly after, all before the end of kindergarten. Upon hearing that Nate and Lucifer had no home to go to, he and Connor pledged to adopt one of them and chose Lucifer. His family also happily accepted their newly adopted son, and all were devastated to learn that Nate has the ability to wield a keyblade and will be taken away for special training on one fateful day. Not wanting to be seperated, Harper demanded to go along with him and dragged Lucifer along, and together they went to the academy. He trained alongside Nate and his friends and was noted for his knack of learning, and focused on healing first before learning other things as the years went by. The stress of keeping his friends together and not getting to see his family for long periods of time meant that he had to find ways to cope, and turned to books in order to help understand and address his own psyche, as well as his friends that he cares about deeply. Having survived the rather brutal training regimen from the secretive organization that serves King Mickey, Harper graduated alongside Nate and the others and agreed to Connor’s naming of “Spooky Squad” after Lucifer’s history, wanting to transform Lucifer’s nickname into a point of pride rather than sadness. Name: Lucifer "Shadow" Arcuda Age: 17 Appearance: Short jet black hair, blue eyes and pale skin tone. He wears a stark black with white trimming keyblade looking armor, but in reality it is just 'regular' armor in the sense that it cannot be summoned/unsummoned with magic, and underneath the armor he wears a white and red padded long sleeve shirt, black tactical pants with thigh holsters for his weapons and has a utility belt. Completely practical! Keyblade: None Other Weapon: SABER-22. Prefers the dual-wielding configuration. Powers: Immune to physical poisons [like getting high/poison smoke bombs] and an acute sense of touch. Blizzara Personality: The scout of the team, Shadow is bubbly and is generally the upbeat, constantly-on-sugar happy spirit of the team. However, underneath the cheerful exterior lies the shattered remains of his heart, having been picked on when he was just a child. It shows every now and then, but thankfully his friends are always there to remind him that they will always be together. Bio: Lucifer was born on Radiant Garden and was orphaned some time before his first birthday due to unknown reasons. He was picked on a lot by other kids; an easy target since he had no parents compared to the other ‘normal’ kids. It was only when Harper and his family adopted him that he finally started seeing the happier side of life. Not wanting to be separated from his newfound family, he unquestioningly went along with Harper, Connor and Nate to the academy. He trained alongside Nate and his friends and was noted for his athletics and ability to seemingly ‘disappear;’ an unfortunate consequence of constantly running away and hiding from bullies. Having survived the rather brutal training regimen from the secretive organization that serves King Mickey, Lucifer graduated alongside Nate and the others and agreed to Connor’s naming of “Spooky Squad” in attempt to turn around his nickname of ‘Shadow’ when he was younger, acquiring it from bullies that chided that “no one likes you, but you always stay around, like an annoying shadow.” WDW! The SABER-22 DONE!

Woah dude! How is everything in Puerto Rico? The last time I heard, there was the political fiasco of electricity infrastructure being awarded to like 2 guys in the middle of nowhere and Tesla stepped in to get power restored or something like that. What's the situation like over there? I hope you and your family are doing ok!

YAY! I do have one question though: Is it ok if I RP a squad? Think Xigbar's arrowguns and 4 people can use them, but only one can also use a keyblade.

I WOULD LIKE TO EXPRESS MY INTEREST IN JOINING!!! That is, if it's still open.

358/2 full stop. The music captures the emotional definition of 'melancholy' beautifully, and delivers it with such grace and power that it gets overwhelming at times. Before completing the game, that game's version of dearly beloved is beautiful and chilling in a mysterious, sad way, but after completing the game it takes on a whole new feeling as that lonely flute takes on a more heart wrenching tone. Xion's theme deserves special mention, because her theme is literally titled "musique pour la tristesse de Xion" which translates literally as "Music for the sadness of Xion."

THE BOX LUNCH HAS A KAIRI FIGURE?!?!

HELLO KH13!!! Javelin434 reporting in! Sorry for disappearing sometime around summer 2017 [July/August]. Long story short, my craptop [laptop] finally went kaplooie and kicked the bucket after staying alive 4 years past it's expected failure time. I know that I was starting up my RP at that time, and to my fellow RPers, I'm sorry for abruptly going ded when things were starting to kick back up. In the meantime between craptop going kaplooie, stuff that happened included: Crying like crazy over having craptop died [it may have been a craptop, but dagnabbit it was my craptop!] Looking for parts to make craptop come back to life again.Pondering if buying said parts will be worth it in the long run for service life of theoretically resuscitated craptop.Having an existential crisis over if anything is worth it in the long run when we are destined to die alone... Got sad and decided to 'cut my losses,' abandoning my faithful silicon servant to the grim reaper of computers. Held a funeral for my faithful craptop that ended with giving it to an electronics recycling company. Drank hot cocoa to thaw my frozen, weeping heart. Assisted in some donation efforts for the hurricanes that hit Houston, TX and Puerto Rico Jumped on a deal for getting a new craptop sometime during the fall semster. Cried during final exams All this time, snuggling with my 4 Kairi plushies Watch anime like a responsible fanboy! So yeah! I'm back and this time for a long while! To those who know me: I missed you all! To my fellow RPers: JAVELIN IS BAK AND READY TO CAUSE SHENANIGANS [and update the guide]! To the rest of the userbase: BEWARE THE JAVELIN!!! If you want to know my notoriety here on KH13, click my signature for giggles

Disney Castle, Briefing Room [Milas, Ager, Alexiei] "O-Oh, forgive me. That's so stupid of me. Gloves are changed out of force of habit for the sake of cleanliness, but aprons remain until the job's all done, you know. If you hadn't told me I wouldn't have noticed...pretty embarrassing from my part.” The elite soldier sighed in relief now knowing that the doctor wasn’t trying to make a statement with the disheartening attire. “Uh.. N-no problem, sir.” he stammered, trying to cope with the fact that he corrected a doctor out of all people. What little reservation he had towards Alexiei was quickly replaced with numbing dread as the doctor handed him the bloody apron. He obliged of course, and reached out with the degree of professionalism that was to be expected of a soldier. "Sorry that you have to hold this. Just throw it in the laundry basket by the entrance of the infirmary, if you will. It should be sent for cleaning with the rest that way." “Right away, sir.” the soldier snapped instinctively. “Ah wait." “Sir?” It should be noted here that the soldier that stood next to Alexiei was one of the best that the Warriors of Light has. He has stared at a darkside’s gaping chest cavity more than he would like to admit, witnessed neoshadows ambushing and eviscerating squads with an efficiency beyond reason, laughed mere centimeters from the edge of a bloodied beak of a knight’s helmet before blowing it up to smithereens, and thought nothing of the horrors that he has witnessed thus far. But being handed a lollipop by a doctor with a bloodied apron was the last thing the soldier had expected. It caught him so off guard in fact, that all he can do was stand there. Staring. "Here ya go! A bit of sugar is always good." Silence. Was he finally broken? Or did the treat trigger memories that were best left buried? Whatever the case, the soldier quietly took the treat with shaking hands. “Th-... thank you?” he stammered before doing a quick about face and scurried off to the laundry basket as Alexiei instructed. “WOOOOO! SUGAR!” Snider exclaimed as he took the lollipop away from Alexiei’s hand the moment he was offered the treat. “If it weren’t for the general here, I’d give you an instant promotion for this!” Schindler quietly facepalmed as the lieutenant gave a couple licks. “Anyways, we’re about to get started. Take a seat, get comfortable and feel free to make a few new friends.” “Snider,” The general sighed, “Where are the others?” “Ager and Milas are here. I’m going to assume that Rei is being taken care of.” “And Niner?” “Servicing his weapon. We can continue without him since I got the briefing in a datastick. Just hand it to him after this and he’ll be up to date.” “Wonderful. Where’s Reiner?” “He should be coming in shortly.” Disney Castle, Courtyard [Reiner, Niner] The admiral cracked a shy smile as he stared out towards the courtyard, admiring the view. It was bustling with soldiers and activity; he even managed to spot Niner at the usual workbench. Shouldn’t he following us to the briefing room? Then again, getting a weapon back into serviceable condition does take a higher priority. Knowing better than to get in the way of a fighter, the admiral shifted his focus back to Reiner. “Not too bad around here,” he replied back to the keyblade wielder, “but it is getting harder to keep morale up with the recent loss of more worlds. Hopefully that will change soon.” He nodded towards the briefing room. “After you, Reiner.”