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"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

JUST WITNISSED TEH PARTIAL SOLAR ECLIPSE IN TEXAS! It was amazing and breathtaking to say the least!

I SURVIVED MY FIRST PHYSICS EXAM!!! Now to update my guide on the definition of godmodding and post on my RP

I CAN'T SLEEP!

IF you're up late like I am, doing dumb stuff comes naturally

I'm sorry, but my sensors indicate that you are in fact, a weenie.

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.”

Oh my god HE LOOKS SO CUTE I JUST WANNA HEADPAT HIM

I FINALLY FOUND THE OATHKEEPER KEYRING

[i love you guys Also I swear I can post during normal hours when this starts chugging along] Disney Castle, Briefing Room [Ager, Mila, Alexiei] Within the doors that our heroes were being directed towards lies the briefing room: An amphitheater-like area within the castle that was specifically outfitted for war. The semicircular, six-tiered seating arrangement were equidistant from a rather plain-looking, pristine white, waist-high circular platform that was at the center of the room. Standing around the platform were two individuals. One was wearing the typical officer outfit; complete with a thick officer’s belt that wrapped around his waist and looped over his right shoulder, and with his cap squared away giving him an authoritative look. The other’s uniform was actually keyblade armor: matte black, save for the red trimmings and a crimson, heavy duty looking braided cord loosely wrapped around the left shoulder with one side ending in a decorative tassel and the other seemingly attached to the breastplate. The one in white was visibly distressed, with the other looking down at the blank white platform, frowning and respectfully keeping quiet. “I… I can’t believe his majesty is asking us to do this.” The one in white finally stammered, balling one of his hands into a fist as it shook ever so slightly. “We have no choice, General.” The one in black sighed in response. “It’s gonna be harder without O’Malley around.” “I can’t believe you didn't inform the admiral. He just learned of it recently.” “He’s listed as MIA, sir. I didn’t want to tell him anything until it’s been confirmed that he’s… well you know…” “Yeah, you're right. What if he survives, eh? He’d be doubly angry at you.” “That’s why I kept my mouth shut until it’s confirmed!” “Smart man. I hope he’s taking it ok.” "I hope so too. Also since you've called for these people, I'm sure you're aware of Rei and her uh... well..." "Habits?" "Thank you general. I've already dispatched someone special to keep her occupied." "No, it should be me thanking you for getting to know your troopers on a personal level." It was at this moment that the doors burst open, revealing Ager and Mila to the general and the man in keyblade armor. The two lieutenants would immediately recognize the one in armor, thanks to being of similar rank: First Lieutenant Jacob Snider. As their gazes lock, a toothy grin slowly formed on the field commander’s face. “And here comes the finest warriors under my command! Nice to see you two again, Ager and Mila!” Just behind the two incoming lieutenants was the elite soldier and Alexiei. He didn't flinch when the doctor noticed him, and had decided not to make small talk with the doctor. Whether or not it was because of being a quiet professional or because of the blood-stained apron was anyone’s guess. He pointed towards the room that Ager and Mila were heading into. “This way, sir.” Believing that the doctor's current outfit was a less than ideal way to a briefing, the soldier politely asked, “Sir? I am aware that we called you on such short notice, but are you really sure you would like to keep that apron on?” Disney Castle, Courtyard [Rei, Reiner, Niner] The blonde man in blue keyblade armor was somewhat saddened by the fact that O’Malley was missing, and now even more so after hearing Ager’s remarks. Did I do something wrong? Why is he mad at me?! Man, how does Snider keep people like him from creating an ‘accident’ on the field? As the two lieutenants walked past him, he was about to introduce himself before deciding it was a better to shut up and let them go as he shifted attention to the remaining personnel. “Really? we just came here and now we need to go to a boring meeting?” He heard Reiner ask. “I’m afraid so,” the man replied, “But I’m pretty sure that a boring meeting is the least of our concerns for now.” It is now obvious to the remaining members that there is something different about this man’s keyblade armor. Aside from the different color scheme of dark blue with golden trimmings, he also had a heavy duty looking golden braided cord loosely wrapped around the left shoulder with one side ending in a decorative tassel and the other seemingly attached to the breastplate. His posture was also notably different than the others; he was walking and standing up straighter than normal, and exuded stately confidence. After confirming that Rei and Niner would head towards the briefing room, the man caught up with Reiner and extended a hand as he was walking alongside the keyblade wielder. “Ah, sorry about forgetting my manners. I am Admiral Levi Chandler, Commander of the Gummi Navy. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Reiner.”

Name: Jacob Snider Age: 29 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Since he is responsible for the lives and well-beings of his troops, Snider is usually warm and approachable. However, when pressed with adversity, a more stern, strict, authoritative side of his show, and yet he is still able to blend it with is softer, friendly, lukewarm attitude that truly defines him. Homeworld: Twilight Town Class: Keyblade Wielder Role: Field Commander Weapon(s): -Keyblade: Unsung Requiem: Essentially a key-gunblade, the weapon is dark silver with red highlighting. a long, thick barrel runs down the centerline of weapon, with a clip near the grip. There is a hinge near the midpoint of the weapon, allowing storage on the person if he decides not to just un-summon his weapon. -Experimental Arrow-Rifle AR-34A1. Notable Commands and Abilities: -Curaga -Eidetic Memory -Ambidextrous: Can wield weapons in both hands. -Combat Reflexes: Can react to ambushes and surprises with uncanny speed. -Rally: Increase morale of nearby troops within a 25 meter radius, granting them increased damage, better reflexes, and resistance to fear and shock. -Sentinel: Can create a protective shield at will to any location in direct line of sight. Caster takes damage when shield takes damage. Shield is destroyed when caster is destroyed. -Lightblade: Can project a beam of light from his left hand to decimate darkness up to 5 meters away. -Blitzkrieg: Can chain attack low level adversaries to quickly clear out an area, at expense to stamina. -Command: Shock and Awe: Attack capabilities are peaked at the expense of self-preservation and command abilities. Moves by leaps and bounds rather than running/walking. Service Record: -Consistent record of >85% survival rate of all personnel directly assigned to him in past 1000+ deployments. Indirect command results in average casualties. -remarked as 'a father to his troops' by everyone who has served under him. -Keeps a knife on him at all times; assumed to be for personal use in event of capture. -Has a possible relationship with two female soldiers. Royal Office of Investigations is currently trying to determine relationship dynamics.

My ideal breakfast is AN AMERICAN ONE! JEEZUS BISCUITS WITH A SIDE OF FREEDOM!

ok u gaiz the RP is finally up and ready! http://kh13.com/forum/topic/108034-reboot-kingdom-hearts-requiem-for-the-light/ Also yes Arya, it wasn't an editing mistake

[sign-ups for anyone still interested!] Chapter 1: Deja Vu “Are we really at the point where we’re sending out a doctor to the front lines?” - Lieutenant Jacob Snider, Field Commander of the Warriors of Light. Disney Castle, General Quarters “This is General Jason Schindler, Leader of what remains of the Warriors of Light, signing out for what may be the last time.” With a click and a sigh, Schindler ended his personal diary to an electronic recorder that was in his hand. A red light blinked three times on the small handheld instrument before going dark, signalling the instrument’s offline status. Not a moment too soon, the war weary leader heard a knock on the bedroom door. “General?” the muffled voice informed, “You’re needed in the throne room.” “I’ll be there, Snider.” He coolly replied back. Looking out beyond his rather cozy and luxurious bedroom through the ornate window, the general couldn’t help but feel conflicted at the sight of the azure blue sky. It looked comforting, but he knew better; beyond the sea of tranquil blue was a hostile place, and the thought of the ever encroaching darkness only made his heart sink just a little more. His anxiousness was reinforced as he witnessed a squadron of aircraft fly past, marking the end of one watch shift and the beginning of the next. It’s as if… I felt this way before? Shaking off the oddly negative feelings, Schindler took a deep breath and parted the doors that isolated him from the cruel reality that he now faces. I wonder what His Majesty has in mind to turn this tide of war? Disney Castle, Courtyard The large passenger doors of the angular transport ship hissed open as the craft made a gentle touchdown in the rather beautiful garden. The warm, bright sunlight flooded the compartment, illuminating the valuable cargo inside: People. But not just any people. No, this transport was special. Within the metallic walls of the ship were the finest that the Warriors of Light still have. They had stayed back at the front lines, fighting tooth and nail to buy their comrades the time they needed to evacuate the desperate civilians off the falling worlds of Traverse Town and Radiant Garden. These people witnessed the atrocities of the darkness first hand; some were powerless to stop innocent lives being taken away in front of their eyes, others were simply too late. Whether the sights had affected these people remained to be seen, but it was clear that many would never be the same after the traumatic events that had transpired within the past three days. It is here that we find Lieutenant Mors, Lieutenant Armis, Keyblade Wielders Rei and Reiner, and Technician “Niner” skirting the edge of the passenger compartment. Behind them were a platoon of soldiers. Every single one of them had a blank expression; none bothered talking to each other during their transit from the fallen worlds to the safe haven of the castle. The engines quieted into an a low, idling drone. A tall, well built man in what looked to be like keyblade armor approached the ship. His short, blonde hair glowed in the sunlight as the short blue cape that was attached to his left armored pauldron fluttered in the downdraft of the ship. “Welcome to the Castle!” the man saluted to the newcomers. His piercing green eyes were quietly assessing the veterans, checking for the tell-tale signs of lingering distress. “There are specific individuals here that command has taken interest in. If there is a Captain O’Malley, Lieutenant Mors, Lieutenant Armis, Keybladers Rei de Wynter and Reiner Anthem in this transport, please proceed towards the briefing room immediately. It’s down the hall over there, directly across the door that leads into the throne room.” "O'Malley is MIA, sir." One of the soldiers responded. "W-... What?" "You... weren't updated, sir?" The man balled his fists, but kept a straight demeanor. "No. I was not informed. Thank you for the information, soldier." Disney Castle, Infirmary “More wounded incoming!” A royal nurse announced to the staff that was currently on shift, “everyone to stations!” Amidst the chaos of triage and preparing the area for new patients, it is here that we find Alexiei Valkire in his natural habitat. Gurneys started coming through the double doors that isolated the room from curious eyes. As the initial patients rolled in, the staff jumped into action. It was just another average day after all, and most of the nurses and doctors have gotten enough on site training since the war began to start specializing in certain types of wounds. “7 burn patients!” “2 frosties with 1 criti-” "Set them over here! I need 4 bags of-" “ICU we got a thunder patient!” “Can we really save her like this?” “4 slashed. 2 critical, 1 mortal and 1 minor.” “Damned heartless…” As the doctors and nurses scurried about, a member of the elite guards entered the facility. Carefully staying out of the way of the medical staff, he made a beeline to Alexiei and tapped him on the shoulder when the time seemed appropriate. “Alexiei Valkire?” the man asked, “I apologize for interrupting, but you are needed in the throne room immediately, by order of command.”

I am honored that you have decided to join this RP Daniel, and please allow me to say: Welcome back from your slumber mate! Your breakfast has gotten stale... Also, I shall start on the post beginning now. For those of you who have been in my previous RP, I want to say: I'm sorry if it all feels familiar to you. I gotta break myself back into this since I too have gotten stale