[b][i]Palace of the Blachrenae, Renovation[/i][/b]

Tocsax dreamt of the fall of the First Organization, of his' and his compatriots' rebellion against their leader, Kixham. Kixham had concealed information from them, turned them into weapons to destroy Worlds even as he stunted the regrowth of their replacement Hearts. Oh, how he had outraged then - [i]Real[/i] rage and not an imitation. Tocsax remembered his' drawing a Keyblade at Kixham, screaming that he would avenge the friends he had lost, only for the latter to replace his void sabers with his own Keyblade - One final revelation that had shaken the young man to the core. Then memories of fighting, fleeing and then ending up in the Palace.

He woke up, shrugging off the bedsheets before changing from his pajamas to his shirt, pants, black cloak and footwear. Choosing not to put his hood up, the physically-eighteen Nobody walked towards the chambers used by one Cain, before knocking on the door and saying, "Hello, this is Tocsax, can you let me in?" 

Should he be allowed inside, Tocsax walked towards the albino loremaster and said, "Cain, the Emperor is sending the messages to the Keybladers we've found through the Moogle Trade network. But to be honest, after reviewing their dossiers, I don't think we got a good pick if you don't mind me saying. And I don't mean they're poor in raw power - They have plenty of that. I mean potential teamwork."

Another pause as he then said, "Not merely that, but I can feel it - The [i]Cornerstone of Light[/i] is failing. Soon, Renovation will be assaulted by the forces of Darkness as embodied by... [i]Him[/i]. And although I'm physically and mentally eighteen, I feel like an eight-year-old."

Tocsax tried to suppress a shudder, before continuing, "But enough complaints - I came to you to ask for help." Then a sigh, "Basically, you know what [i]Replicas[/i] are, right?"

He drew closer for a whisper, "I need to know the secret of restoring one that has already been destroyed - I want [I]"No, I",[/i] back with me, I want him back so very badly..."

[b][i]The Various Worlds (Except For Capella's Universe)[/i][/b]

In most of the various Keyblade Wielders' homeworlds, a Moogle would arrive bearing a letter, asking them to head to the world of Renovation via a Gummi Ship. This letter, automatically translated into the local language by magic, said:

[i]The Heartless Plague has spread to World after World. To find out the reasons for these beasts' rampage, come to where we are; the key to defeating them lies in the wielders of the Keyblade acting in concert. Free Passage via Gummi Ship has been provided; elude whatever enemies are watching you and come to the version of Konstantinopolis/Constantinople that exists in the World of Renovation.

Once at the Palace of the Blachernae, meet with us; meet with the War Council.[/i]

Note that in Auxentia's world, the Moogle bringing the girl the letter would be accompanied by a red-haired nineteen-year-old of mixed race - Pict-Arab, it seemed like. This nineteen-year-old was clad in unfamiliar light brown armor the color of the desert dunes and carried a strange sword with lyre-like strings fixed vertically along the blade. Should any monster confront him, whether produced through Abraxas' power or other Dark powers, the redhead would dispatch said beast with a slight swing of his sword. Then he'd smile once he met Auxentia and say in accented Greek, "Greetings, little lady - My name is Shahrukh Mizra the Fifth, and this is Mog the Moogle. We've come to ask for your help."

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