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I feel kind of... gypped. I tried to treat Seth's decision to threaten Nate as something that would become a big controversy among the party. But Drake's berserker episode kind of... completely overshadowed it. *shrug* Oh well, no biggie I guess.

Edit: Funny how Drake is the clrear MVP in that battle despite Seth literally being the only one who actually took out one of the enemies. xD
They all just... fled. Well, there was a lot more to it than just that, but still. Drake got free of his imprisonment, and then proceeded to attack anything and everything that moved. Mac, Cheese, Mai and a newcomer made it into the scene just before this, which of course only gave Drake's snakes more people to attack. Why did these things always have to get complicated? Whatever happened to the good old days when battles ended once the enemy was gone? Seth chuckled to himself, but sounded noticeably exasperated. This was becoming a very troublesome job, very quickly.

"What? No gratitude for sparing the husband?" this little quip was all Seth had to say when Nora chose not to protect any of the people who weren't already on her side. Well, fine, if she was going to be that way then perhaps Seth wouldn't bother showing any mercy next time around? Oh, who was he fooling? Of course he would. If he went around killing without mercy, the others would get angry with him. Sometimes he hated being one of the good guys. This was one of those times.

Drake's shadow attacks didn't seem to be all that bothered about Seth. Well, he was supposed to be part-Heartless, right? Guess that was true after all, the snakes were probably more interested in people with Hearts. Even so, a stray tendril or two did make their way toward Seth's general direction, and he dealt with them the only way one should deal with snakes. He literally stomped them to death, them dissipating from the impacts, "This... is going to become annoying later isn't it?" the Nobody muttered, already sensing this little distraction to be the first of many times that Drake's... nature caused him to become a liability. He might moved to put Drake down, it wouldn't have been hard, all he had to do was portal behind him and deliver a knockout blow to the back of his head or something. End of problem. Seth stopped, though, when Tocsax decided to try a more... flashy solution.

Seth shrugged at the display, "Eh, too flashy for my taste." he said with a grin followed by his trademark chuckle. He'd put his black gloves back on by this point, and was now stuffing those hands into his pockets as per usual. Battle seemed over for now... Drake notwithstanding.
The surprise attack failed. Nora managed to predict it and get Philippa out of the way. That was legitimately surprising, since very few people are ever able see such an attack coming. This husband-and-wife team was becoming more of a nuisance than Seth first pegged them for. It wasn't hard to avoid the incoming counterattack. All the Nobody had to do was toss open a Corridor at the ground below him and let his own momentum do the rest of the work. He stayed briefly on the Other Side, using the moment of respite to consider his options.

"The Princess and her gun-toting hubby needs to be taken out of this fight. The Princess's pure heart makes her a difficult target, but the husband...?" an idea formed in his head, one much more sensible and less evil than his first plan was. He didn't think he'd have to bust that out this soon, but that seemed to be only surefire way he could disarm and disable Nate from fighting any further.

"Sorry about breaking your one rule, old man..." Seth muttered to himself, clasping his hands together and letting the knuckles crack, "...but these guys aren't giving me much choice in the matter." before he went on the move again, Seth briefly remembered a time he spent with a certain monk. Well, he was a fallen monk actually, having rebuked his previous faith in light of a betrayal the man once suffered. By the time Seth knew him, he'd already left his world behind, and became the leader of an infamous crew of Space Pirates. Ganma, the man's name was. The memory Seth recalled was one filled with brutal training. Ganma had agreed to share the secret of his martial art technique with the Nobody, but only on the stipulation that he would kill Seth himself if the Nobody proved unable to learn it. Well, needless to say, Seth passed, and learned the basics of the man's technique.

In the present, Seth opened up another Corridor that would take him back to the battle, specifically giving him a position to lunge at Nate from behind. Better leave the gloves on for this. Don't wanna kill the guy. Indeed, Seth normally removed his black gloves in order to give the technique he was about to employ full power, but left them on for this instance so that the brunt of the damage would be blunted in order to spare Nate's life. The Nobody lunged forward, fists raised and - unlike previous physical strikes - had gone into an actual formal martial arts stance. On the other side of the portal, Nate found himself under attack from behind. It didn't matter if he raised his rifle to block the blow, Seth's right fist would punch right through it, snapping it like a twig and reducing the central parts to little more than harmless scrap metal. Without stopping his charge, Seth launched his left fist at Nate in a powerful uppercut. Like the rifle, Nate's armor wouldn't be able to stop the attack, instead the Nobody's fist left a gaping hole in the armor where it impacted, and the rest of the armor became cracked or reduced to dust in other places. The impact of the uppercut was enough to launch Nate up for a few feet before he came crashing back to the ground in a heap.

"Fist of Destruction..." Seth said softly, deciding to clue the others in on what he just did, "...Double Impact." he then chuckled, regaining his usual playful composure, "Picked it up from a... friend, a long time ago." The name of the martial art would not likely be familiar to anyone, except perhaps for Mai. The "friend" Seth learned it from never talked much about his home world, but there possibly existed a similar version of this martial art on her Earth, perhaps where the fallen monk Ganma originally learned the technique from.

"Your husband will probably be catching Z's for a while." Seth said to Nora, almost reassuring her that Nate was indeed alive and suffered no permanent damage, "Good thing I left my gloves on... or he might not have been so fortunate." at this, he actually removed the gloves, so that any further attack made by the Fist of Destruction would come at full power and with nothing held back. This was a threat directed entirely at Philippa, to make sure she had a good grasp of who her Nobody opponent was.
The sand moved as if it had a mind of its own. Nate apparently had the mind to shoot Seth before he was fully trapped. Fortunate for the Nobody, then, that his sand jutted up from his feet and formed a giant hand of sorts to literally catch the man's shot. That was about the last bit of control Seth had over his sand, though. Philippa, the enemy Nobody, used some kind severing technique to cut Seth off from the sand, and so all of it that he conjured fell harmlessly to the ground also releasing Nate in the process.

"Welp, that can't be good..." Seth said, silently chuckling to himself. The other Nobody then proceeded to encase herself and her allies in protective circles of Light, "...also not good." he quipped, thankfully unaffected by the metallic air. Fortunately for him, much of Philippa's countermeasures seemed to focus on Cheese and Drake more than anyone else. That left the Nobody himself relatively free to continue the assault on his own terms. And thankfully, he may have had just the trick up his sleeve.

"Uncontrolled projectiles, eh?" Seth mused, remembering Toxsac's advice, "Okay then... is this uncontrolled enough for ya?" at those words he performed a short hop and literally drop-kicked the ground below him. This kicked up a surprisingly massive amount of sand that proceeded fly out in the general directions of Nate, Nora, and Philippa in the shape of spiky projectiles. Of course, the protective circles would likely blunt much of the potential damage, but it would probably make one hell of a distraction. A distraction the Nobody could make good use of.

"Here we go." he mused again, his playful grin returning to his face as opposed to the dead serious look he sported earlier. He seemed to hop into the ground and vanish, having in fact opened up a quick Corridor at his feet and used it as a means to temporarily disappear from enemy sight. Next thing everyone knew, a Corridor quickly opened right over Philippa's head, dropping a hooded Seth from the air above. He'd already used the time to enter a drop-kick position, not to mention used his brief time within the Corridor to fall enough distance that he generated a considerable amount of momentum.

Those circles of Philippa's could protect them from magic, but how well would it do against a literal boot to the head coming down at a high speed velocity?
Seth stared up as someone emerged from a Corridor. A Nobody, he was sure of it. Nobodies often had a certain... talent for identifying one of their own, and this was no exception. Of course, that also meant that Philippa - or so she called herself - likely already identified Seth as a Nobody as well. At the very least, this meant they could skip the boring formalities and go straight to the meat and potatoes.

And these meat and potatoes weren't pleasant to swallow, that was for sure. Philippa brought two others with her, a man and his wife and both looked like they came from a completely different world. Nate and Nora, their names were, and the woman was one of the supposed Princesses of Heart. That wasn't the worst of it, no that would be the news that their baby was being held hostage as a bargaining chip to get them to serve Leo, "Well if that don't beat all..." Seth muttered to himself with a quiet chuckle.

"So, here's the riddle," Philippa was gloating, "how can you succeed in a fight where you're not supposed to kill or overly harm two-thirds of the enemy?"

Seth opened his mouth as if to respond, but bit his tongue. There was a surprisingly easy answer to this riddle, but he knew the others wouldn't want to hear it. He even considered implementing the solution himself, which would require that he disobey orders and act on his own, exactly the kind of thing Hakim would want him to do to prove the old bastard right. Still, if preventing the Princess of Heart from falling into enemy hands meant keeping the Multiverse safe, then maybe Seth would just have to swallow his pride and do the logical thing.

It wouldn't be hard. He mused to himself mentally. If the Princess refused to act against them to protect her son, then she could easily be made to remain a neutral party, since the other most important person of her life is standing right there next to her. Sure, it was easy to do what you knew was wrong when you stood united with the person you love. But what if the safety of both people you care most about were hanging in the balance? Help Philippa, and the baby's life is forfeit, but what if continuing to serve her endangered the life of her husband? An impossible decision, but one that would at least guarantee Nora's neutrality if nothing else.

With one motion, Seth made his choice. He reached out a gloved hand, willing sand to scoop up the man named Nate, to entrap him in a tomb of ever-squeezing sand. They're going to hate me for this. That thought didn't leave the Nobody's mind, and as true as it was they needed a way out of this dilemma. If their resident Nobody had to briefly play the villain, then that's what he would do. Assuming Seth's trap was successful, he had only one response for Philippa.

"This is my answer!" he called up to her, eye flashing bright blue and his usual joking tone completely gone. This was the dead serious Seth that was previously confronting Hakim, even he couldn't crack a joke in a time like this, "Sorry Princess, but its either your son or your husband now... if you want my advice... just stay out of this and let my compatriots do their thing... you really don't want me to go any further with this!"
I guess we can leave Seth's group trapped in glass, then. Someone was supposed to finish them off after he trapped them, right? Otherwise, why did I go to the trouble of having Seth not wipe them out himself?
Seth shrugged at his orders, "Crowd control? I mean... if that's what you want." there were a few things Seth could think of that would wipe out the Heartless in droves. They wouldn't be destroyed permanently, but with this world's Keyhole sealed they'd be stuck on the Other Side for quite some time. Well, Seth wasn't about to defy orders, especially not with someone like Hakim out there looking for an excuse to target him again. Or maybe he was just feeling lazy today? It was hard to tell with him.

Stepping into the Corridor, Seth found himself in the fray along with everyone else, "Welp, this kind of sucks." he observed, well-aware he was pointing out the obvious. Then, his left eye flashed blue for a split second before he added, "Better do something about that, then." and at those words he disappeared into a Corridor of his own. This one put him in the center of the chaos, right among some Large Bodies being backed up by a bunch of floating Red Nocturnes. Having no Heart, the Heartless largely ignored the Nobody, deciding instead to focus their efforts on people with actual Hearts to prey upon. That would be their biggest and last mistake.

"You guys aren't making this very interesting, are ya?" Seth quipped, as he did so he stamped his foot on the ground. This stomp sent out a wave of sand in all directions. It wasn't high, in fact the sand was mostly ankle deep. But as it came into contact with the Large Bodies, the areas around their feet grabbed tightly, compacting into a tight trap of sorts. Now, the Large Bodies weren't exactly weaklings, and it looked like they were about rip themselves free of the sand. Those efforts stopped when Seth snapped his fingers, sandy tendrils shooting up around the Large Bodies in order to hold them down even tighter. The Red Nocturnes weren't exactly slacking off during all of this either, in fact right about then they were shooting off a volley of fireballs at Seth, who merely grinned in response to the attack, "Sorry but... too little too late." Seth had been holding the sand firm with his right hand, but with his free hand he threw open a Corridor of Darkness above him to catch the incoming fireballs. He then used the Corridor to redirect them at the Large Bodies trapped in the grip of his sand.

Fireballs from a Red Nocturne weren't especially powerful on their own. But they were still hot, and a whole volley of them could practically superheat targets should they be concentrated enough. This is what more or less happened, only instead of destroying the Large Bodies, the fireballs heated up the sand until the grains all melted together and hardened into crystallized glass. That would hold 'em pretty nicely, even better since Seth no longer had to manually hold the sand together and thus focus his efforts elsewhere... like the Red Nocturnes for example. Sandy tendrils shot out around Seth and this time targeted the Red Nocturnes. Honestly, dispatching this particular batch of Heartless couldn't have been made easier for the Keyblade-wielding folks on the team.

"Welp, like I said... you guys aren't making this very interesting, are ya?"
Someone didn't read my post very thoroughly:

"My Earth... well, it's an Earth where Rome remained a republic, even to this day." he said with an eager grin, "Or was it the one that's still in the Dark Ages?" he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "No no no, that was a different thing entirely. MY Earth is the one that..." he sort of went on like this for a few moments, beginning to describe an Earth only to backpedal and move onto a different description.


1. Rome = Not an empire in that world. It stayed a Republic and never fell. Moot point since it's not actually Seth's Earth anyway.

2. Mentions a second Earth, one still in the Dark Ages. Again, not actually his Earth so it's a moot point.

3. Seth lies. Or, at the very least, makes shit up. Not blaming anyone for that point, since I wouldn't expect any of the characters to know that about him. Just thought I'd mention it for the sake of OOC clarity.

4. The point of all that? Seth describes several Earths that he's seen or been to, not just one.
While Seth might have forgotten memory itself, he didn't forget certain contexts surrounding it. For one thing, he still remembered that it was just a single memory. He also remembered that it was a painful one. While he agreed to exchange his memories for some healing, Seth didn't think she would simply take it. He just assumed she would copy it somehow, but that wasn't the case. With that realization, Seth realized he didn't want to give up the memory. He wanted to remember who he was, not forget it even further. So, when offered the memory back, he took it without a word spoken.

The memory itself flooded into the recesses of his mind once again. It was probably supposed to feel like he was reliving for the first time again, and if he had a Heart he would have probably shed some tears at that moment. That wasn't the case, and those theoretical tears never came. Instead, he just grinned his usual grin... and chuckled to himself.

A trip back to the ship and an elixir later, Seth was more or less back to full strength. Apparently the group was to discuss their Earths now before they officially began their rescue operation. Of everyone, Seth remained unusually quiet, even refraining from his usual jokes and chuckles. He supposed it was about time he shared something with the group, so when it was his turn to speak.

"My Earth... well, it's an Earth where Rome remained a republic, even to this day." he said with an eager grin, "Or was it the one that's still in the Dark Ages?" he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "No no no, that was a different thing entirely. MY Earth is the one that..." he sort of went on like this for a few moments, beginning to describe an Earth only to backpedal and move onto a different description.

"Er... sorry." he said with an innocent shrug, "Memory's kind of shoddy today." he started to tell the truth, but ended up deciding against it. His memories were his own problem, there was no reason to drag anyone else into it.
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