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[dragonsFall]

Warning! This roleplay may contain spoilers for the Kingdom Hearts series! Proceed with caution!

Spoiler: Background Information

Nearly 100 years ago, a boy named Sora and his friends managed to defeat the darkness and drive it from the worlds. This brought about an era of peace and reconstruction for the worlds, allowing people to return home and continue the lives that were interrupted. Many hoped that this would last forever but one cannot have light without darkness. All it took was one soul to see an opportunity and take it for the darkness to begin its spread once more. This individual formed a group that believed that darkness was the only way to unite the worlds once more. Another individual saw what was happening and united those that didn't want the darkness to spread once more. They were locked in a seemingly endless stalemate when one member of the group brought a prophecy to light. A prophecy that spoke of thirteen souls, each carrying a little spark of the light that would help drive back the darkness. They didn't know where they were coming from so they did their best to hold out and wait for the people that would rise. That time is rapidly approaching. Will they succeed in their destinies or will they all fall before it can even truly begin?

Spoiler: Notable Worlds

Traverse Town
The world where the roleplay will begin. This is a world made up of the fragments of worlds that have been consumed by the darkness. It also serves as a refuge for those who have lost their worlds and for those that have recently reformed after the destruction of their Heartless and their Nobody. It is a good place for someone to rest and stock up on any items they will need. It is also where a damaged Gummi Ship can be repaired and upgrades can be installed. Some portions of the town are infested with Heartless so it can be dangerous to just go wandering around. However, someone who knows how to get rid of them can easily take care of them.

Keyblade Graveyard
A place of immense sorrow. It is where a great Keyblade War waged for the light of the world when the worlds were whole rather than split. The rocky area is covered in scars from the battle and littered in keyblades who have lost their power as their wielder has perished. Unversed as well Nobodies and Heartless may appear here and cause problems for anyone who visits. There are other beings there but they are believed to be nothing more than legends or rumors. It is considered disrespectful to try and take any of the keyblades that are embedded in the ground.

The World That Never Was
The former home of Organization XIII. There are countless Nobodies and Heartless that call the world home. The city is devoid of any life besides these creatures although some rumors state that a new group has taken up residence in the castle that floats above the city. However, none of these claims have been confirmed as no one wishes to visit the world because of how close it is to darkness as well as the numerous enemies that linger among the abandoned buildings.

End Of The World
Where the fragments that don't reach Traverse Town go. The fragments of worlds float until they finally reach this world. Heartless reside here but they aren't as numerous as they could be. They are, however, rather powerful and dangerous here. Worlds Hearts are typically what ends up here but they can be reclaimed as the worlds are freed from the darkness. To the visitors, it is a sorrowful place showing the last remnants of worlds long gone.

Other Canon Worlds
Throughout the roleplay, many worlds will be visited. It will be difficult to name them all but they will include worlds featured in the games such as Hollow Bastion, Olympus Colosseum, and Enchanted Dominion. Any worlds not featured in the games will be added to the User Submitted Worlds section and will be eventually visited.

User Submitted Worlds
-Patchwork - Submitted By dragonsFall
-Reach - Submitted by Specialist
-Terra (UNSC Base Alpha) - Submitted by Specialist
-Coruscant - Submitted by Specialist
-Cocoon | Gran Pulse - Submitted by Ian Temero
-Ivory Fjord - Submitted by rikunobodyxiii
- Aurbis - Submitted by DovahBeat

Spoiler: Gummi Ship Layout & Other Information

Layout
The gummi ship for the Thirteen Chosen is rather large as it needs to be able to handle all of them. There is a space for the cockpit, sleeping quarters with a connected space for personal hygiene, a kitchen, and a place to eat. There are turrets on each of the wings. There is also a small infirmary in case of injuries. The ships of the Holders of the Dark Hearts come in darker colors and more hostile appearances while the ships of the Banishers of Darkness are lighter colored and more pleasant looking. Ships for individuals can vary widely and can reflect their own personal tastes.

Upgrades
Throughout the course of the roleplay, upgrades will be made available such as weapon upgrades or shield upgrades. They can be found within the worlds that are being visited but they can also be picked up in Traverse Town. Upgrades can be installed within the town or they can be installed by a knowledgeable traveler. As the journey continues, many things will be unlocked. It takes roughly a day for an upgrade to be installed so kick back and relax while someone else takes care of it.

Repairs
Gummi Ships are not immune to damage and they can cause their pilots to be put back quite a ways when they are in need of repair. Repairs can take anywhere from a few days to a week depending on how heavily the Gummi Ship was damaged. Traverse Town can be visited for any major repairs but someone knowledgeable would be able to take care of any minor repairs. When it comes to putting off a repair, it may not be a good idea as it can strand someone on a world with no way to repair the ship.

Travel Time
Traveling is not instant and it can lead to a lot of downtime for those traveling by Gummi Ship. Most worlds are only a few days apart but some can be up to a week apart. Of course, the Gummi Ships speed can be upgraded in order to cut down on the travel time but it will still lead to some relaxation for those traveling as long as they do not encounter any problems.

Encounters
Gummi Space is not without its dangers. There will be numerous hostile ships from either the Heartless or other parties. Because of this, every Gummi Ship is equipped with a weapon or two so that it can defend itself. For Gummi Space encounters, there will be a fleet, a single ship or a monster that stands in the way. Roles will be given and the encounter will ensue. Once defeated, the ship may proceed. These encounters will get more difficult as the roleplay continues.

Spoiler: Tenentes de Tenebris Corda | Holders Of The Dark Hearts

Those that have allied themselves with the darkness are known as Tenentes de Tenebris Corda or Holders Of The Dark Hearts when translated. They are rather mysterious and seem to take after the long-gone Organization XIII. They do this by adopting the dark cloaks they wore but not by changing their names. Many of the members have willingly given themselves to darkness either because of their beliefs or because of what they have learned from others. Some believe that they call The World That Never Was their home. A few of the members of this group are Keyblade wielders.

Spoiler: Banishers de Tenebris | Banishers Of Darkness

Those that have allied themselves with the light are known as Banishers de Tenebris or Banishers of Darkness when translated. They do not keep their aims or activities secret as they believe that would cause them to lose sight of what they want to do. They are primarily based in Traverse Town but they may have hideouts all throughout the worlds. Many of their members have good reasons to fight against the darkness while others do it because they believe it is the right thing to do. They take some inspiration from the factions that have long past but they try not to split themselves into factions as they believe it will only cause conflict. Many of their members wield Keyblades

Spoiler: Rules

-Please follow all Rp Nation rules
-Treat each other with kindness and respect
-If an issue arises, please feel free to come to me about it and I will do my best to resolve it
-Everyone may be busy at varying times so please be patient when it comes to replies
-Keep any OOC chatter to the OOC thread unless it is absolutely important
-Character & world sheets must be posted in the OOC Thread
-Feel free to ask any questions if you have them
-Romance is allowed but it likely will not be the focus
-You may add any information you deem necessary to the character sheet
-You must specify a role in your character sheet
-Characters should be 15 years old or older
-As long as the species matches the world of origin then it can be used I.E. A Vampire in Halloweentown
-A world of origin must be listed
-Skills as unlimited and refer to what a character may be good at
-Powers are maxed at three
-You will be asked to change any powers that can be seen as overpowered and lacking in weaknesses
-You do not have to be a keyblade wielder. It is entirely up to you
-Feel free to leave Relationships open
-World & character sheets must be completed before being accepted
-A world does not have to have any keyblades that are specific to it
-Rules will be added as necessary

Spoiler: Blank Character Sheet

-Desired Role
-Dark, Light, or Neutral?
-Name
-Alternate Names
-Age [15+, Preferably]
-Gender
-Species [Human? Nobody? Something Else?]
-World Of Origin [Canon/User Submitted]
-Skills
-Powers [Max of Three, Can Relate To World. Include Strengths & Weaknesses]
-Keyblade [No Canon Keyblades, Can Be From World. Include description]
-Notable Relationships
-Other Information

Spoiler: Blank World Sheet

-Name
-Description [Residents + World Appearance]
-Common Powers
-Lost to the Darkness?
-Effect On Heartless/Nobodies/Any Other Enemies
-Keyblade Names [If Any]

Spoiler: The Thirteen Chosen

-Arthur Kisker
-Asira Tayra
-Eve Belrose
-Marco Ortiz
-Sol Orn
-Fennorian Ravenwatch
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Spoiler: Enemies & Allies

-Elsdon Kisker
-Adam-B111
-Dawn Litchenberg
-Lucius Maldonado
-Mani Orn
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[dragonsFall]

Current World(s)- Traverse Town
Current Time - 9:30 PM
Travelers + Destination - None
Active Characters + Locations - Arthur Kisker, Elsdon Kisker, Adam-B111 & Asira Tayra —> Traverse Town

Weekly Rundown [Every Sunday] - Pending

 

[dragonsFall]

Arthur Kisker | Male | Human | Light, Thirteen Chosen | Stitched Together | Traverse Town | No Mentions
It took Arthur a few moments to regain his bearings. He wasn't sure where he was and nothing within his mind was helping him figure out how he had gotten there. All he could remember was falling and a name other than his own. The young man stood in one of the many alleyways of Traverse Town. His soft green eyes took in the mismatched buildings around him. It seemed as if someone was terrible at designing buildings. He took a step to get out of the alley and hopefully find someone to answer his questions. His dark brown hair was brushed back so at least that part of him looked presentable. The rest of him wasn't so presentable. He somewhat looked like a kid who had been running wild on the streets and had patched his clothing as it had torn. Which could have been part of the truth. Arthur wore a short cloak which was dark brown with some spots that had been patched. The hood was down. He wore pants with patches on the knees and one on the right side towards the cuff. His shirt was hidden by the cloak but it was in a similar state of repair. His feet were bare. He carried a patchwork bag with unknown contents. He hadn't bothered to take a look at anything just yet. Arthur stood at about 5' 10". As he stepped out of the alley, he became aware of others within what seemed to be a town square. He spotted a makeshift shop and slowly began to approach it, hoping the woman running the stall could offer him some sort of answers. "Hello. I'm sorry to bother you. I just wanted to know where I am" Traverse Town was her answer. Arthur accepted it then slowly walked away from the stall. It felt strange to be here but Arthur wasn't sure why. With a soft hum, he decided that wandering would be a good idea. The young man set off to try and figure out what all this town seemed to contain. Maybe he could also find some more answers

Elsdon Kisker | Male | Human | Dark, Enemy | Falling Apart At The Seams | Traverse Town | No Mentions
Elsdon turned his golden-eyed gaze away from the sky to look at his dark-cloaked master. "Is there a reason we are hanging around here?" asked the young man, trying not to sound impatient although he somewhat was. There was bound to be something else they could be doing rather than watching some town where scraps of worlds clung on to life. When he didn't get a reply, he huffed. His mentor wasn't much of a talker. Unless there was something worth talking about of course. Elsdon was dressed in a similar fashion to his mentor which was a dark cloak with the hood up to obscure his features. His master always told him that remaining anonymous was important in their line of work. He was wearing a pair of dark boots. His hair was much longer and shaggier than his brothers, untamed and looking as if he had gone running through the wild. At the thought of his brother, Elsdon couldn't help but think back to their final encounter at the fall of Patchwork. A pang of regret shot through his heart. The look of betrayal as he pushed his brother into the abyss was something that would always stay with him. He shuddered and tried to push the memory to the back of his mind. It was for the good of the worlds. He was doing the right thing. Art would have just stood in his way. He approached his mentor to stand next to him, focusing his gaze upon the city. Maybe he should be patient and see what they were looking for. Patience was never his strong suit but his mentor was trying to instill it in him. Elsdon didn't think it was working as well as his mentor thought. "Are we waiting for someone?" asked Elsdon but he would not receive a reply. He sighed then put his full focus on watching the not so bustling town known as Travese Town. Elsdon hated it there but he was willing to wait.

 

[Specialist]




Adam-B111(Ally)
Vitals: 100%
Located in: UNSC Outpost Alpha
Traveling to: First District
Interacting with: N/A​



1500 Hours, February 8, 2552 (Military Calendar) /
Sol System, UNSC Outpost Alpha, Earth (Terra)


[Interacting with: N/A]

The world faded from blackness as an explosion of sound greeted his ears. Everything sounded as if he were underwater; despite taking his first sticky breath of medicinal-tasting air. Black gradually faded to gray, and gray brightened into white. With a flutter, the pod occupant's eyes opened and wearily adjusted to the room around him. Memories began to resurface and recall as soon as the glass hatch of the pod began to lift upward. Being shoved into the back of a Pelican by Lydia. Hellfire. She stayed behind to ensure his survival. A sudden rush of anger and confusion overcame him as he shot upright and immediately erupted into a coughing fit; doubling over to the side of the pod and throwing up the accumulation of cryostasis fluid into a waiting trashbin. Collecting himself, the man looked up into the eyes of a hospital corpsman. The soldier carried a sympathetic gaze as he spoke softly, like talking to a beast in order to calm it. "Deep breaths, Lieutenant. You've been out for a while."


"How long?" The Spartan asked. He very nearily bit back a gasp as he heard himself speak. He sounded like he was munching on gravel. He didn't recall sounding like that prior to the operation. The soldier looked down, sighed, and placed his hand on the Spartan's soldier before returning to his gaze. "It's been ten years, Sir." The Spartan's left eye twitched as he blinked. For a moment, the man forgot his name as he struggled to think. Something was wrong, because he'd been 'on ice' before. Why couldn't he remember? As if sensing his impending questions, the soldier spoke up again. "Your pod malfunctioned when the freeze process began. Put you in a coma, but otherwise stabilized you. If we tried to move you, you would have certainly died. It's nearly unheard of, but the effects from this event are.. postictal in nature. Superficially speaking, anyway. You shouldn't have any lasting neurological damage." The Spartan nodded, before sitting up further and looking down at himself. A tone, lean body pockmarked with various scars stared back at him. Adam gave a disgruntled huff at his state and slowly reached up to swing his legs over the pod. He felt vulnerable, cold.. he didn't like it, and he spoke up in the same grizzled tone as before. "What are my orders?"


"Tech station, Armory, CiC Things have changed a lot around here, and your briefing is above my pay grade Lieutenant." Adam gave a dry huff, and shook his head as he wordlessly pushed himself up onto the floor and staggered into a walk. "Thanks, Marine." When Adam walked into the Tech Station, he was glad to at least know that UNSC interiors hadn't changed much. Considering the circumstance, Adam at least theorized that the pod was able to be transported from ship to base. As he looked around the bay, the only station with a suit was his. It had been repaired, cleaned up since the operation. The olive-drab coating shone a brilliant hue, with the golden visor momentarily blinding him as it glistened off of the white florescent lighting. Two techs looked up at him, and nodded over to his suit. "Suit's prepped and cleaned up. Please step onto the podium ahead of the suit, Lieutenant." With the process over in 30 minutes, Adam walked out of the armory, got his weapons, and headed toward the CiC.


Adam headed to the CiC; helmet tucked under his forearm. As he approached the autodoor to the Command room, Adam took a deep breath before heading inside. With the door sliding upward with a whisper-quiet whirr of freshly oiled hydraulics, the Spartan made his way in to discover a decently sized operations center. Crewmembers sat at their terminals; some getting up and moving about the room with dutiful stride as they worked with a notably urgent haste. The room was active, and Adam certainly preferred that over any silence. Near a large three panel window was a slim, feminine figure dressed in an olive-drab Officer's uniform. When she turned around, Adam immediately clicked his heels together and saluted. The woman couldn't have been more than her mid-thirties; distinguished awards and decorations neatly hung in a rack above her right breast just below her nameplate that read 'REDFILED'; a UNSC Army insignia just barely visible on her left shoulder. She flashed a warm smile- something he observed from the behavior of the UNSC's Army and Air Force units. By no means did they have it easy, though. He knew that much, and her eyes told him of the legitimacy of the position she'd earned.


"At ease, Spartan. Glad to see you're up." The Colonel said, as Adam allowed himself to relax his hand back to his side. Before he could reply, the woman continued. "I can imagine you have a lot of questions, but I'm afraid we're on a time crunch so I'll keep this brief. Following Operation: HELLFIRE, your extraction was successful and we planned to make an emergency jump to Reach. However- something went wrong and we ended up hitting a Slipspace anomaly. It took us to another world. We arrived in orbit above a world called "Traverse Town" - and after some diplomatic discussions- sent a D20 down to establish a Forward Operations Base. We've been here from some time and have established a solid presence on this world, however are limited to our allotted "land". That doesn't mean we can't go where we're needed, and that's where you come in. You should be feeling up to strength, and my assignment for you is to recon the area outside of town, and report back your findings. UNICOM freq is 137.3."


'As least she isn't ONI' Adam thought. Regardless, the best he could deduct was that she would be able to at least sit down with him once he came back form his assignment. He wouldn't bother asking her the obvious- the bosslady wanted orders and he didn't want to keep her waiting. "Understood, Ma'am." Adam said, before snapping another salute an exiting the bridge. Twirling his helmet in his hands, he placed it on his head and felt the collar seal around the neck of the helmet as it locked itself into place. His HUD initialized within seconds; displaying a familiar readout as he made his way down the main corridor and up the vertical ramp leading to the hangar door of the base. Yellow lights flashed overhead as the giant bulkhead doors of the firebase opened up to reveal a blinding white light- dimmed in seconds from the polarized visor. Striding outside, Adam saw the surrounding area become alight with yellow blips on his motion sensor as he took in the environment around him. Falcons flew overhead in aerial patrols, Marines played basketball in an improvised courtyard, and reports of gunfire boomed from a nearby outdoor range.


Adam quickened his pace out of the entrance checkpoint and out into the stretch of road leading from the outpost to the center of this Traverse Town. As the floodlights began to lose illumination the farther he walked out, Adam toggled his helmet's low-light vision and proceeded to the plaza. The fact they sent him out for recon was worrisome; they were running blind and, as far as he could speculate, were cut off from the UNSC when they hit the anomaly. Hopefully, someone around the plaza would have a better understanding of just where his contingent ended up.

Grey Jedi Asira Tayra (Chosen)
Vitals: 100%
Located in: Orbit Above Traverse Town
Traveling to: First District
Interacting with: N/A​




Asira had been quick. Perhaps too quick, as even her Astromech whirred wearily at her from the cockpit of the Aethersprite. The Jedi exhaled in light irritation as she responded calmly back to the droid. "Yes, that was risky. I didn't expect the Imperials to have taken hold of Coruscant so quickly, thank you very much." Her calm, stone-cold voice had an inflection of nervousness as she kept repeatedly gazing out to the star-speckled onyx void. What she saw made no sense; it was a literal floating assembly of worlds, like an interconnected city hub except spanning the diameter of a planet. Composing herself, she engaged the primary engines and carefully approached the strange location. Hopefully, they had a landing pad or some open space for her to land the craft. She'd performed an emergency jump moments earlier; telling R3 to 'just go anywhere'. Taking a deep breath as to not focus on chastising herself, she instead concentrated on moving closer to the planet-like worlds. five-hundred meters in and she hit cloud cover, as if an atmosphere was somehow sustainable here. Deploying her landing gear and activating her ventral thrusters, she guided the craft to a large grass-like area not too far from a central town and gently set the craft on the ground. Powering down the Aethersprite's engines, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes in meditation.

"Through self-governance of Light and Darkness, there is Balance’"

"I am an Agent of Balance; an Equalizer of Extremes."

"Through the Extremes of Order and Chaos, therein resides stability of the Force."

"Through Stability, there is Peace."

"Peace is not without passion. My Passion is Peace."

"May the Force guide me, as the Agent of Balance; the Equalizer of Extremes.’ To bring Stability to The Force and grant Peace to All."
​

Opening her eyes, she took another deep breath and felt the air around her comfortably warm up. The connection to the Force was strong, but not as strong as back home. This world was alive, but what of the inhabitants dwelling in it? Were they connected to the Force as well? It puzzled her, but it wasn't something to dwell on in the cockpit of an aircraft. "R3, stay with the ship and lock it down. I'm going to take a look around; I'll call you from my band when I need extraction." The astromech let off a worried whirr or beeps and whistles as Asira opened the cockpitch hatch and jumped onto the wing, moving over to place her hand on the black astromech's dome. Flashing a gentle smile, she spoke softly to the droid as if it were an anxious child. "I'll be fine, alright? If anything happens and you're feeling threatened, take off without me and wait above the clouds. I'm going to be okay." Asira patted the droid, took a few steps back and jumped off the wing of the aircraft. Looking to the central town, she quickly became curious and began walking to the plaza. Something drew her here, but what it was, not even the Force could answer her question.

 

[dragonsFall]

Arthur Kisker | Male | Human | Light, Thirteen Chosen | Stitched Together | Traverse Town | Adam ( Specialist ),
Arthur was drawing close to the main square when he spotted someone that caused him to stop and stare. The individual he spotted looked to be wearing some type of armor. Was he dangerous? Arthur pushed that thought far from his mind. If anyone knew anything then certainly the armored individual would have some information. It took him a few moments but he eventually hurried to catch up with them. He wasn’t sure if they were male or female so he would be referring to them with neutral pronouns until he knew for sure. His bare feet made little pattering noises against the ground. It was a wonder how he didn’t find anything that would harm them. Once he got close, he seemed to have lost his voice but eventually found it. “H-hey! Could I ask you some questions? I’m new around here and...” He trailed off, not wanting to ramble. Hopefully he wasn’t wasting his time or their time. Arthur’s tone was polite but hopefully loud enough to be heard. Due to where Asira had landed, Arthur wouldn’t be able to hear the ship. Traverse town tended to get larger and larger with each fallen world.

Elsdon Kisker | Male | Human | Dark, Enemy | Falling Apart At The Seams | Traverse Town | No Mentions
Elsdon turned his golden-eyed gaze away from the sky to look at his dark-cloaked master. "Is there a reason we are hanging around here?" asked the young man, trying not to sound impatient although he somewhat was. There was bound to be something else they could be doing rather than watching some town where scraps of worlds clung on to life. When he didn't get a reply, he huffed. His mentor wasn't much of a talker. Unless there was something worth talking about of course. Elsdon was dressed in a similar fashion to his mentor which was a dark cloak with the hood up to obscure his features. His master always told him that remaining anonymous was important in their line of work. He was wearing a pair of dark boots. His hair was much longer and shaggier than his brothers, untamed and looking as if he had gone running through the wild. At the thought of his brother, Elsdon couldn't help but think back to their final encounter at the fall of Patchwork. A pang of regret shot through his heart. The look of betrayal as he pushed his brother into the abyss was something that would always stay with him. He shuddered and tried to push the memory to the back of his mind. It was for the good of the worlds. He was doing the right thing. Art would have just stood in his way. He approached his mentor to stand next to him, focusing his gaze upon the city. Maybe he should be patient and see what they were looking for. Patience was never his strong suit but his mentor was trying to instill it in him. Elsdon didn't think it was working as well as his mentor thought. "Are we waiting for someone?" asked Elsdon but he would not receive a reply. He sighed then put his full focus on watching the not so bustling town known as Travese Town. Elsdon hated it there but he was willing to wait.

[Will update Elsdons section after a little while]

 

[RikuXIII]

{Sol & Mani: Traverse Town; Bell Tower}

In Traverse Town’s 2nd District, atop the Gizmo Shop’s bell tower, Ani stirred. It felt like she was swimming desperately against the tide just to open her eyes, but she managed it. What she saw when she opened her eyes was a bell above her head. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but it wasn’t that. She felt her both her hands locked in death grips. She eased her head up to see them. In her right hand was a standard issue Gunblade used by Law Enforcers all over the Ivory Fjords. Her left was locked in the hand of her step-brother, Sol. A surge of concern and fear chased away the drowsiness she was feeling. Letting the Gunblade go, she struggled up on her hands and knees, not releasing Sol’s hand.
“Sol!” She croaked, crawling a little stiffly closer to her sibling.
As best she could tell, he was breathing fine and he didn’t seem to have a mark on him. But those things that attacked the city messed up plenty of people without any apparent marks.
“Come on, Sol.” Ani said, using her free hand to shake his shoulder. “Give me a sign.”
Sol obeyed with a groan. The Leonan teen’s eyes fluttered open, his calm blue eyes focusing on the concerned face of his step-sister.
“Glad to see you’re still with me bud.” Ani said, her features breaking into a relieved smile.
“Likewise.” Sol grunted as he gathered his strength.
Pulling himself up, Sol and Ani hugged a moment as they both, in their own way, recalled what had happened before this. Screams. Creatures of Darkness everywhere. Swallowing up the Light. Escape?
“Where are we?” Sol asked, as he pulled away and looked around.
“No idea.” Ani answered, sitting back on her haunches. “But...”
Her extended silence brother the boy’s attention back to her.
“I don’t think we’re on the Ivory Fjord anymore.” She finished.
“You sure?” He asked, his eyes narrowing.
“Just a feeling.” Ani replied. “This place feels...different.”
While the place felt alien, Ani had to admit the sensation she felt in being someplace new was...familiar. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt like she had done this before.
Sol gazed at his step-sister a little longer, than nodded. This whole situation was fantastical and absurd. And in a situation like that, you held on to what you trusted.
“Then we best find out where we are then.” He said, struggling to his feet. “And see if anyone made it out.”
Tears welled up in Ani’s eyes.
“You think mom and da-“
“We won’t know until we look.” He cut in quickly, offering a hand up to Ani. “Speculation will only cost us time.”
Ani’s eyes hardened as she took the offered hand, grabbing the gunblade on her way up.
“Then let’s get going.” She said, her jaw a little tight. “Where to first?”
Sol glanced out over the view of City square in this strange place.
“Let’s try the door first.” He said.

 

[dragonsFall]

Arthur Kisker | Male | Human | Light, Thirteen Chosen | Stitched Together | Traverse Town | Adam ( Specialist ), Sol, Ani ( RikuXIII )
Arthur waited patiently for a few moments for a reply. He paused when he didn’t get one just yet and allowed the individual to continue on their way if they so chose to do so. He had never felt so lost and out of place in his life yet... here he was. The young man couldn’t help but feel that he had this feeling before but he didn’t have the memory to go along with it. He looked around wondering where he should go. The Patchwork native perked upon seeing what looked like a tall tower with a bell. “That would be a perfect place for a vantage point... Maybe I could figure out where I’m supposed to go from there” He nodded in a determined manner once his mind was set then began to make his way towards the tower situated above the Gizmo shop. This could potentially put him on a crash course with a certain pair of siblings which had woken up. But it also had the potential for him to collide with the creatures that had devoured his world. The world he hardly remembered but looked as if he belonged in entirely.

Elsdon Kisker | Male | Human | Dark, Enemy | Falling Apart At The Seams | Traverse Town | No Mentions
“Thirteen pinpricks of light. All gathered here like moths desperately seeking salvation” Elsdon was startled when he heard his master suddenly speak, he turned towards him. He was entirely confused by what he had said and yet, something about it struck a chord with him. He stiffened when his mentor turned towards him. “I sense your impatience, young one. But your wait is over, I have a task for you”

Elsdon was hesitant but nodded, ready to accept the task that his mentor would lay out for him. “Go and find those little moths, draw them to you like a flame then snuff them out” Elsdon hesitated then nodded. If he could handle them right here and right now just as his master requested then not only would their mission be secure then Elsdon would no longer be seen as a lowly apprentice.

“You can count on me” He stated before heading off for the ladder. Where was a good place for him to try and attract attention? Then the thought struck him. The area with the fountain where heartless tended to lurk, waiting for some unlucky soul to wander away from safety. He climbed down the ladder with some difficulty thanks to his bulky cloak. Once he reached the ground, he began to make his way towards his intended destination.

 

[RikuXIII]

{Sol & Mani: Traverse Town: District 2}
Sol and Ani exited the Gizmo Shop, somewhat perplexed by the place. That wasn't quite fair to the shop. The whole town was strange to them, so the shop couldn't quite be singled out as the only odd thing.
"It's like a ghost town." Ani commented, trying to peer into nearby windows.
"Indeed." Sol replied. "not hide, hair, nor sound of anyone."
He peered out over the courtyard he had seem from above. Across from the step siblings was a fountain with a bell decoration. It seemed to be the only sound in this deserted place. Sol wondered if this town had been attacked by the dark monsters too, but there were no signs of panic or battle.
"But perhaps..." he started.
"Hey." Ani interrupted his thoughts.
She was holding open a door to what seemed to be a hotel.
"Let's check this out.' She continued. "THe lights are still on."
"Worth a look." Sol admitted and moved to join Ani.
As the step siblings stepped inside, they heard the boom of a bigger door closing out in the courtyard. They rushed out together and caught sight of someone by the big doors behind the fountain.
"Hey!" Ani called out to the figure before charging after him.
"Ani!" Sol yelled after her, then rolled his eyes as he chased after her.
Ani ran up to see a young man in patchwork clothes. She stopped suddenly, hefting her gunblade.
"Who are you?" She demanded. "Where is this?"
"Ani!" Sol admonished as he caught up. "Now's not the time for that. Put the blade away."
Sol eyed Arthur, a glint in his gaze that said the weapon wasn't totally out of the question if he got no answers.
"Perhaps you would still be willing to answer the questions my sister posed to you?"

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[dragonsFall]

Arthur Kisker | Male | Human | Light, Thirteen Chosen | Stitched Together | Traverse Town | Sol, Ani ( RikuXIII )
Arthur had paused briefly to admire the fountain with childlike wonder when he heard the footsteps and then a shout of ‘Who are you?’ Behind him. He quickly turned around, his cloak doing a swirl like a skirt might in the process. It took him a moment to register the weapon and immediately put his hands up as a way to say he surrendered to the strange duo. Who were they? Where were they from? They definitely looked different from himself. Well. One of them did. He was curious about the ears and wondered if they were as soft as they looked. Not like he would ever find out. That would be weird. Especially after just meeting. He also couldn’t help but wonder what their relation was. They didn’t look too similar. “I-I don’t mind answering but I don’t know how much help I would be. Im... I’m lacking a lot of who I am.” He swallowed nervously, looking at Sol. The blond did not like that glint. Not at all. He did appreciate the fact that he told her to put the weapon away though. So he thought he might as well cooperate. “My names Arthur Kisker. I don’t know where here is... I just know it’s not home...” He felt this strange crawling feeling on the back of his neck but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. The others may feel this as well. It was a bit like a sixth sense that let them know they were in danger.


Elsdon Kisker | Male | Human | Dark, Enemy | Falling Apart At The Seams | Traverse Town | Sol, Ani, Arthur ( RikuXIII )
Elsdon had reached his destination. He almost proceeded to walk to the group as he he stopped paying attention. However, the young man caught himself and hid himself away. He peered at the trio, trying to tell more about them. One of them was his brother. This was just based on the clothing. He knew one at least but that would not stop him from ensuring that the two moths he had found would be snuffed out. The young man noticed that Heartless with their twitching antennae were starting to emerge. They must have sensed them. “Two moths... Lets see how they fare with the heartless... and if they are still alive after that, I’ll finish them off...”