Javelin434

No. You can not just post one line like this. You need to edit this and add more details of some sort. This is too little. For starters you did not even describe or detail your character heading towards the group.

That's 4 clicks of my life I'm never gonna get back. Thanks a lot

The team nodded quietly at Saros's observation, letting the weight of the idea of darkness snuffing out the light sink in. Spectre voiced what the team was thinking, "I'd rather it not get to that point." "Aaaannnnnnddd... Done!" Spirit announced as he smacked the enter button on his wrist mounted tactical pad, sending the message to Stephen. "I gotta admit though, that was weird getting something like that out of the blue. What's next, some rightful heir to the throne of another world needs us to wire some munny with a promise that we'll get more once they can access their account?" "I still can't believe you almost fell for that, Shadow," Ghost snickered, "thank goodness we were around when you were at the computer." "How was I supposed to know!?" the raven haired scout cried out, "it looked pretty convincing!" "Well for starters," Spirit added, "you were on the public, open access internet. Never trust that system!" "Do you have the exact coordinates?" Spirit grinned as he showed his tactical pad to Saros. "Exact coordinates? I would accept nothing less for my gear. I got 4 transponders plus a gummi ship to work off of. Here you go, have a look-see. The last numbers correspond to Z-axis, so basically we will know what level a signal is coming from. My handiwork, at your service." As Saros's shadow copy went to work, Spectre quietly resigned his role of squad leader to become akin to one of those service pets he's heard about, helping those who are blind, or have some sort of physical disability. Not even 5 minutes into meeting a master and already we're treated as exploitable units. I swear, once they deem us 'disposable,' I'm pulling the trigger, Oath to the Masters be da- Hearing Ghost and Shadow giggling behind him halted his train of thought as the leader turned his head around. "What's so funny?" "Seeing you like this!" Shadow exclaimed with glee, "you usually aren't the one to start a conga line." "Yeah... I guess not. Maybe the stress of all this is starting to get to me." "Nah," Ghost chimed in, "you're doing it wrong. C'mon now! Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha- CHA!" At this point, even Spectre started cracking a grin. Well, at least I have them with me... It wasn't long before they finally arrived at the giant double doors that separated the landing zone from the first district. "Well, here we are," Spectre announced to the group as he slowly came to a halt for Saros's sake, "beyond these doors is our gummi ship, and access to the other worlds. If you're ready, step on through."

Yo Mate, you don't have to wait for Zion to respond. In your post, you can deliberately write "While [my character] awaits for [other character]'s response, [my character] noticed [events of RP]." This way you can continue to interact with the RP without needing to wait for another player. Trust me, it works storywise. Check the guide, Roleplaying section for details on the do's and don'ts of RPing mate. It looks like you need a crash course. http://kh13.com/forum/topic/84271-the-politically-correct-sorta-kinda-ever-updating-guide-for-ultra-cereal-online-roleplaying/

Upon hearing Susan's reply, Spectre's mood and tone changed in an instant. "I apologize, ma'am," the leader bowed his head slightly, "I was not aware that I was addressing a keyblade master." "We can't just sit here and think about it," the one called Jynn protested, "We need to go now if we want to prevent Xavier from plunging more worlds into darkness." "Alright then," Spectre motioned the group to follow him, "the gummi ship is parked at the landing zone just outside the first district." As they started their walk, Spirit and Shadow were the first to notice something was wrong. Shadow stopped dead in his tracks and stared towards the second district; Spirit stared at the tactical pad that was mounted on his wrist. Soon enough, the squad's tactical pad started to light up as well. "I heard something from the second district," Shadow cautiously announced, "It sounded like... screaming. The bad kind." "Er... guys?" Spirit added in, "incoming message. Open frequencies though." The entire squad stared at their own tactical pads as a message was broadcasted. "My name is Stephen Osiemi knight of osiris I am here to help you in the battle against Xavier I can be trusted. But I will only help if you take that bounty off my head I hope we can come to an understanding." "Woah there," Ghost chuckled, "I never knew you were the kind of guy to place a hit on someone, Spectre. What did he do, steal your sweet-roll?" "I honestly have no idea," Spectre defended, "what this guy is talking about. And he wants us to take off his bounty? I mean if he holds still and makes it easy for us..." This time, the whole squad burst into laughter. "C'mon Spectre," Ghost managed to say between breaths, "that's just cruel!" "Sorry, the punchline was already set up. Spirit?" "Way ahead of you," Spirit replied while wiping off a tear, "triangulated the signal. It came from the second district. Should we investigate?" "Nah. We got bigger issues to worry about. And solving someone's bounty problem is... not our problem." "Alright. Shall we send a response? Or should I mark this as spam? I'm saving this either way because this is gold!" "Erm... Tell him we can't help with his little bounty problem. But... Thanks for the offer?" "I'll leave that part out." With the team in a more cheerful mood after the spectacle, Spectre once again motioned the group to follow them. "C'mon, the ship is this way. Unless some of you want to check this out?" Meanwhile, Spirit sent a message back to the one called Osiemi. >Hey mate, sorry about your bounty issue, but that is not our problem. Best of luck on your endeavors.

Just be aware of the response, since nowhere in the RP do my characters nor their backstories mention your character in the slightest...

Do I... Should I respond to this? Cooperation is vital ya know

Your favorite KH characters... I will burn so much gas trying to catch All versions of Kairi, Namine and Xion it’s not even funny

>>>Incoming Transmission<<< >Location: Command HQ >Authentication Code: Verified >Response: Due to the nature of your assignment, general declassification is unauthorized. Please give a list of name when possible. Out. >>>End Transmission<<< "Why do you need to know?" Spectre sighed heavily as he crossed his arms. So it's gonna be these kinds of people huh? This will be more difficult than I thought... "Ok fine," he calmly replied, "at the very least, I need names from everyone here. You're Alin, that much I got." "I'm here cuz I don't have a world to come back to anymore, its gone. Because of that Jackass we saw earlier... Don't know about them but Im willing to tag along. What am I to do if I stay here anyway?" Spectre nodded quietly, hoping others would contribute to the introductions. “Sorry man, i can’t answer you. Cuz i don’t know. I just... woke up here a while before all this mess, and i don’t remember about anything that happened before i got here. It was just me and my keyblades. So… Would it be a hassle if i stick with you all? I will help with your mission. I can fight, and it’s not like staying here would help me.” "Sure," Spectre replied, "you got a name?" Ghost piped up behind the inquisitive leader. "From what I overheard, it's Kalm." "Alright then, Kalm. Now you can tag along." "Susan, Ina and I were sent here to spread the search for Xavier and to find clues on his whereabouts. Needless to say, we got more than we expected to actually find. Not that it's a bad thing." Once again, Spectre nodded quietly at Saros's response. "Alright then," Spectre replied, "So who's Ina, and what's your name?" It was at this point that Ina teleported right besides Saros. "I'm guessing you're Ina?" "Think you'd be willing to make a detour from your duty for the sake of helping us track down an insane criminal?" Spectre and Spirit pondered the question for a while, weighing their options and risks of cramming combat capable strangers that they just met into their gummi ship without any reason other than 'bad guy was here. We gon' git 'em.' Spectre scratched his head, then turned to his comrade. "Spirit? What do you think?" "Well," Spirit started as he walked forward to stand besides his leader, "this world is a known refugee world for those who lost their own worlds. So..." he looked over to Kalm, "I think that answers why you're here. You're a refugee. This place is supposed to be a safe haven from the darkness, but apparently that's not the case anymore. I suppose we can take you and the others along. As for taking a detour," he looked over at Saros, "tracking down a criminal sounds fun, and may possibly be tied with our mission. I wouldn't mind playing a game of cops and robbers. Spectre?" "I accept," the leader responded, "we'll help you out. Just in case we haven't introduced ourselves properly, I'm Spectre, over there is Spirit, Shadow, and you all met Ghost. So, do you have any idea where to go first?"

>>>Incoming Transmission<<< >Location: Traverse Town >IFF: Active. Gummi Ship Vigilant >Current Status: Armed, engaging. >Report: Shadow. Contact with other keyblade wielders. Gathering names now; Request dossiers unrestricted. Roxas identified hostile. Continuing support. Out. >>>End Transmission<<< Ghost lowered his rifle slowly. He was seething with anger at the audacity of Roxas, or whoever that was, talking smack to people then disappearing behind a portal before anyone could give him a piece of their mind. Or weapon. Ghost doesn't discriminate. He noted Alin's and Jynn's introduction, and sighed heavily as he watched Zion's reaction. For someone of her power, she seems... Uncontrolled. No, I think... Unrestrained. He was getting visibly distressed at seeing Zion's desperation; there was nothing he could do to fix it. Fortunately for the keyblader, Alin's remark allowed him to shift his attention elsewhere. "And now we have to find a way to travel between worlds. Maybe that ship might actually be useful for something." "Useful is an understatement," Ghost replied on behalf of the gummi ship and its crew, "that thing does more than circle the skies looking pretty." He looked at the ship, made an OK sign with his hand, then twirled his index finger in a circular motion. "Looking useless was the best option it had. Give it a minute." "Ghost is calling us to regroup!" Shadow remarked to the crew as he stood up. "You got it," Spirit calmly stated, "starting approach now. I suppose after a battle out in the open, stealth is no longer needed. Switching to full automation, prepare to fast rope!" Spectre was making his way towards the undercarriage of the ship after sending out a message to his superiors. He felt the shifting momentum of the hunk of gummi as Spirit gave the controls to the onboard computer. The side bay doors opened, revealing its handsomely lethal cargo to the outside world, plus the three different cannons on both port and starboard sides for maximum fire support. "Here we go..." Spectre mumbled to himself, not that it would matter as his voice was drowned out by the noise of the engines. He felt the footsteps of the other two behind him, and turned around to confirm that Shadow and Spirit had their gear on. Smiling, he along with the others clipped their own ropes to the hardpoint meant for this task, and started their quick decent towards the group. Seeing his friends was a welcoming relief for Ghost as Spirit, Shadow and Spectre landed nearby and started their walk towards him. The ship above hovered for a moment, retracted the ropes and proceeded to fly off to the landing area that leads into the first district, as it was the only safe place to land in this cramped area for a ship that big. "Hey guys!" Ghost waved, "so... it looks like the group behind me needs transport for between worlds. Think we should help?" Spectre eyed each of the members of the group for a moment. "If they are allies, it would be wrong to deny them." "We all fought the heartless, so I guess they are. Oh, she's Alin, she's Master Zion, she's Susan, he's Jynn and that's Talion Glandur THE SUNBREAKER!TM " As a wide grin formed on both Spirit and Shadow's faces, Spectre walked a few steps past Ghost, and addressed the group. "My handle is Spectre, and we've been watching all of you from that ship that was over us a moment ago. I'd like to ask, for those of you wielding keyblades, if you are training under a master, or are a master yourself. I need to know why everyone here is... well, here. We got our reasons. What's yours?"

Best. Recap. Ever Spooky Squad's reaction if they all were there:

[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

ME! EZIO! EZIO AUDITORE!

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch Your heart's an empty hole! Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch... I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

Yeah why the hate?

[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!