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Ah; sorry! I didn't know how to keep Noel from walking out on the gathering, but I'm willing to listen to alternatives.


The bit about knowing about the masks would have sufficed. He could have confirmed that these enemies are in possession of them without knowing who actually stole them.
@Letter Bee Why did you spoil almost everything about Natalia? Most of that information was supposed to be discovered over time.
Noel


The whole trip there was something out of a surreal dream. The moogle had taken him to some kind of spaceship that looked like it belonged in a cartoon. But apparently that was the only method to travel to this other world. Once there, Noel took in the scenery, and just for a moment he wished he could go sightseeing. But it was only for a moment, after all there were a thousand other things on the young Phantom Thief's mind, and unfortunately this War Council was not exactly high on his list of priorities.

But once he was in attendance to the War Council, Noel actively kept his distance. He remained further back, fairly close to the big door everyone had entered through, for two reasons. One, he wanted to keep far away from the man-eating dinosaur that could probably tear any one of the people here to shreds. And two, he wasn't planning to stay very long. Even as the Emperor introduced himself, Noel turned to face the door with the intent of quietly slipping out. He'd only gotten on the ship to dodge the Global Police, and now that that was accomplished he was far more interested in returning home so he sort out the mess that had developing there.

But then the Emperor explained the multiverse, about all worlds actually being a divergence from what used to be a single true world. That... somehow rubbed Noel the wrong way. He wasn't stupid, and could fairly easily guess the implications. Well, this Emperor had another thing coming if he honestly thought that all of Noel's world and his entire life was somehow false or not truly real. But that wasn't all, spheres appeared that began showing things from everyone's world including Noel's. In fact, the scene from Noel's was of himself, though not as he was now. In the scene, Noel was not wearing his tie, vest, or scarf. Instead all three of them had been forgone in favor of a more functional longcoat and gloves, black in color. His hat was also missing, having been given up in favor of a red ballroom mask. He was in fact dressed like a Phantom Thief, because the scene was one of Noel's recent break ins. Not that he was stealing anything in that scene, instead Noel was only conducting an investigation. He wasn't like his ancestor, Noel had no interest in stealing, he just wanted to find the truth about what happened to the Masks and his parents. But this, this was what convinced Noel to step closer to the group, and even daring to get closer to the Emperor as well.

"How dare you?!" he said, suddenly, "Who do you think are spying on me and my private business?" He gestured to the sphere that had contained his image, "Or do you not care about respecting people's privacy?" it was definitely brave of him to speak to an Emperor like that in his own throne room, surrounded by people who could probably kill him if they tried hard enough. In the end, Noel didn't wait for a response. He'd had enough of this nonsense, "I don't know anything about your worlds or multiverses, and honestly I don't care. I have my own problems at home to deal with, so the multiverse is just going to have to look after itself. I bid you adieu, Your Majesty." he offered a quick bow, still being surprisingly polite in spite of his outburst and began making his way for the door.
Ace


Global Police Paris Headquarters ~ Several Weeks Ago

The sun's brightness increased as morning dragged onward. It was just before 8 AM, and a squad car unit pulled into the lot of the Headquarters. A man got out of the car once the engine was killed. His silvery white hair blew in the chilly morning breeze as he slammed the door shut and locked it. He walked toward the entrance, nothing in hand except his morning coffee. It was the start of his shift, he'd need to go clock himself in but after that he'd officially be on duty for the day. The man was one of the officers, promoted not too long ago to Special Operations. Global Police Special Operations, or GPSO, were the elite officers of the Global Police. To qualify one needed a minimum of five years on the job, plus an impressive arrest record if they really wanted to get someone's attention. GPSO were the units issued the Arms Changers and Pursuit Arms equipment.

As Ace DeLeon walked through the door, his arrival turned the heads of a few from the lower ranks. GSPO Officers tended to turn heads wherever they went, mostly due to their more advanced gear making them stand out much more than the lower ranked beat cops. But Ace was silent, choosing not to bask in the attention so that it would remain brief. After a moment the precinct continued with business as usual, the novelty of seeing one of the GPSO up close had apparently worn off. And so Ace made his way to the Special Operations division, but as he did so someone else was making their way out of the headquarters. Whoever they were, they were not part of the Global Police... and yet they seemed to turn a few heads just as Ace had done a second earlier. He had to have been around Ace's age, perhaps a couple years younger. He dressed nicely, with a fashionable red scarf and fedora hat to tie it all together. The two brushed by each other, shoulders bumping unintentionally, "Excuse me." Ace said, somewhat bluntly but also politely.

"So sorry about that." the guy replied, then removing his hat to take a quick bow, "Adieu!" and with that, he was out the door and gone. Ace didn't pay it much mind, but he couldn't help but stare a moment until the stranger was out of sight. Just who was he, anyway? He clearly didn't seem to belong in a place like this so what business did he have here? Oh well, he was gone now so worrying about it was pointless.

Outside the Lupin Estate ~ Present

The squad car's siren blared as the vehicle screeched to a halt. Ace quickly jumped out of the car and - following standard procedure - announced his presence, "Surrender yourself, Noel Lupin!" he shouted, having gotten a megaphone out of the car, "You're under arrest!" then he tossed it back into the car and approached the front gate with caution. Normally he would have to call for backup, but unfortunately that wasn't possible at the moment. Ever since those black anomalies started showing up, the Global Police had been spreading the manpower pretty thin to try and keep the attacks in check, and that included Special Operations. That was actually the main reason why Ace was the only one currently assigned to the Lupin Case, everyone else was tied up dealing with black anomalies.

As he neared, Ace started to suspect that his target was no longer here. Reports placed him arriving home just a few short minutes ago, so Ace had no idea how there could be no sign of him anymore. He sighed, making a frustrated clicking sound with his tongue, "Damn it! How could I have missed him? He was supposed to be right here!" still, it didn't hurt to look around, and that was what Ace did. After a few moments, he stumbled across something. It looked like some crumpled up... letter? Well, it was address to his target so Ace wasted no time and unfurled it so he could read.

"Is he planning to flee the country?" Ace wondered, thinking that was what the reference to Constantinople meant. But there was more to the letter that didn't add up, "What's this about Keyblades? There's more of them? Is he forming a whole gang of Thieves, now? And what's this about a War Council?" that sounded almost like some kind of revolutionary manifesto, and that just made this whole mess make even less sense. War? Violence like that was never Arsene Lupin's style during his day, so it stood to reason his family line followed a similar self-imposed code of conduct. And yet... a War Council? Unfortunately Ace didn't get any further time to mull it over. A group of those black anomalies emerged from the ground. Something about their pitch blackness and beady yellow eyes just made Ace want to wipe them all out, "Well, these things were officially put in the "Neutralize on Sight" category, so I guess I'd better deal with these now before someone gets hurt!" he reached up his left hand, the gauntlet it wore emitted a digital flash that Ace reached into with his right hand. From that flash he pulled out the Hyperion and opened fire immediately, destroying a couple of the anomalies. He didn't keep the weapon's form for long though, he had to quickly unfold it into sword mode just as the rest of the anomalies made to lung at him.

"Begone!" shouted Ace in a gruff voice as he hacked at the attacking creatures. A few more vanished, but something new made its presence known. They were black, floated about and seemed to be partially made of water. One of them spun around and seemed to fling a strong splash of water that nearly knocked Ace off his balance, "What the?" they seemed similar to the pitch black ones, but clearly seemed stronger and more dangerous. Suddenly they each formed a protective bubble of water around them, "Trying to hide behind defenses, are you? Let's see how it handles this!" he folded the Hyperion back into its gun mode and then loaded the chamber with Firaga Bullets so that the next few shots would be elementally charged with powerful explosive flame. He fired and the explosive shots seemed to bust through their water shields, allowing him to quickly run up and finish them off with a few quick strokes of the Hyperion in sword mode. No more seemed to be appearing, "Well, that takes care of that. Now... to figure out where Lupin's trail begins." he stopped, however, when he heard what sounded like applause.

Ace looked up to see a person, shrouded in a black coat with a hood that seemed to hide their face. The coat made it virtually impossible to tell if the stranger was male or female. This had suspicious written all over it, and Ace was quick to fold the Hyperion back into gun mode and level it at the stranger, "Who are you? Identify yourself!"
Noel


"Just file a report and we'll work on it. Our precincts might be busy, but rest assured, your case is important to us."

That was they had told him, the Global Police. Honestly it was like trying to connect to a customer service hotline with them, sometimes. He wondered if it was same for everyone or if maybe they just didn't like his family. Either way, it was enough to convince Noel that he could expect zero help from the Global Police. That was just peachy. As he approached his family's estate, Noel felt himself become a bit frustrated. By the time he opened the gate he found himself slamming his fist into the side of it. Damn it! Why did this have to happen now? He'd finally been free... at least, he was free. But here he was, as if fate was determined to drag him into this life kicking and screaming. Suddenly he heard some kind of whistling noise that made him jerk around, practically jumping.

"Excuse me, kupo! This letter is for you!" it was... a Moogle? Why would a Moogle be talking to him? They only ever dealt with the Global Police, so one showing up here of all places was completely out of the ordinary. Still, Noel took the letter anyway. If his parents had been kidnapped, then maybe this was a ransom letter and it would at least give him something to go on? But it... wasn't a ransom. It was an invitation of all things, to come meet an Emperor in... Constantinople? Surely they meant Istanbul right? It hasn't been called Constantinople in, what, five hundred years? Wait...

"War Council?" asked Noel aloud, "As in... actual war? I think you have the wrong person. I'm no soldier, never have been. And besides, I've never even been to Turkey!" Noel protested, prepared to dismiss this whole thing as a mistake.

"No no no, not your Constantinople, kupo!" the Moogle replied, "The one in Renovation! Didn't you read the letter closely, we're supposed to take you there in our ship, kupo!"

"What do you mean 'my'...?" Noel began to question, but he also read the letter more thoroughly, "Wait wait... I'm sorry but, worlds? As in like... planets? And... Wielders of the Keyblade? As in plural? More than just one?" that honestly took him off guard. According to all sources, there was only ever one Keyblade: the Calling Card. There were more? Were they all Phantom Thieves, or was Lupin just a unique case? "I... look I don't know anything about worlds and War Councils, like I said I'm not a soldier! I can't be the one you're looking for. Besides I have my own problems, I'm sorry." Noel turned away, even dropping the letter on the ground. But then stopped when he heard noises from the manner. Black creatures with knightly helmets and bearing heart emblems on their bodies came bursting out the doors. From behind the Moogle, a few more of them appeared out thin air, joined by pitch black ones that just seemed to emerge from the ground. Noel summoned the Calling Card, holding the Keyblade with his unique backhanded grip.

"Okay, it looks like I'm your only way out of here in one piece! Stay close!" the Moogle seemed to obey, staying close to Noel as he stood his ground. When the first of them lunged, Noel batted it away with the Calling Card, "Geez, what are they? Never seen anything like them before." another lunged and he batted that one away as well.

"Heartless, kupo! They come from the Darkness in everyone's Hearts, be careful, kupo!" just then, several of the Heartless lunged at once. But this only made Noel smile.

"Back at ya!" he taunted, using the Calling Card's power to put barrier between them and the Heartless. They collided with it, whatever attacks they were using seemed to hurt them instead as they bounced back and dissipated, "My turn!" Noel readied the Calling Card and lobbed it while spinning his body around, "Wind!" the Keybalde circled its wielder, a small tornado of wind forming around it as it wiped out the remaining Heartless. The wind died down and Noel caught the Calling Card in his hand before the weapon vanished in it's familiar flash of light, "Guess that takes care of that. You'd better get out of here before anything else can show up." that was about when sirens could heard in the distance, coming closer. The Global Police? What did they want? Noel soon got his answer.

"Surrender, Noel Lupin!" called an angry voice on some kind of megaphone, "You're under arrest!"

"You've got to be... why?" Noel said, now starting to get genuinely irritated by all this.

"No time, kupo!" said the Moogle, still hanging around, "But if you want to avoid jail, you better come with me, kupo!" and unfortunately, Noel was no longer in any position to argue. So the two made their exit, much to frustration of the officer who had just now arrived.
Name: Yang
Race: Earthling/Human
Ki Color: White
Power Level: 910
Location: Starts: Ginger Town; Ends: North Capitol
Tag: @IceHeart, @Weird Tales, @Chev, @King Cosmos, @Holy Soldier, @CaptainSully Open


Yang breathed heavily, fatigue and exhaustion beginning to creep up on him. Did... did they win? Was he really gone? For a moment he was convinced it was too good to be true, that any moment the conqueror would appear again completely unscathed and launching his city-ending attack to kill them all. But the attack never came. He never reappeared. It was true, then. They actually scraped out a victory. Through his heavy breaths, Yang allowed a smile to appear on his stoic face. It was over! Finally over! But his wasn't the only breathing he could hear, and when the second set of breathing seemed to stop, Yang spun around in alarm.

"Master!" he cried, having to lunge forward and catch Feng before he dropped from the sky complete. Yang put his master's around his shoulder and floated them down to the safety of the ground. A few of his new allies had gathered around to ensure their victory. But Yang was too preoccupied with his master at the moment, "Master what were you thinking? I told you I had it! You could have stopped!"

"Had to... be sure..." replied Feng, his voice nowhere near as strong or commanding as it had been during the battle. Instead his tone sounded weakened and... and tired, "I'm... proud of you... Yang."

"Why are you talking like that? We've won, you just need to rest and regain your strength." it seemed the disciple had not yet realized it. By then, Ryuhei had mentioned taking someone to the hospital. Yes! A doctor! That was what Master needed, "Just a moment, I'll go with you, but would you mind helping me carry my Master?" he heard a weak chuckle from Feng.

"My fate... was sealed quite a while ago... no amount of medicine will change that." he said, even as his breathing began to slow already.

"How can you just give up like that?" Yang demanded, now starting to look angry, "Just because you..." his voice trailed off and finally the realization hit him like a speeding truck. The Seals... Master had used them not once but twice in one day. And at his age, that could mean only... and that was when the warrior's face became streaked with tears, "It's my fault..." he lamented, "If you hadn't needed to heal me then-" but he felt a hand weakly reaching up to grasp his shoulder.

"Then... I would have used it in battle and we'd still be here anyway..." Feng said, wanting to assure his disciple that he was not to blame for this. Apparently using the technique even once more was enough to seal his fate, regardless he still would have ended up here, "Besides... I'd already decided long ago... a warrior's death was more preferable than dying in some sick bed somewhere."

"But... but the Seals. My training isn't finished." Yang's anger had subsided, replaced now only with sadness and regret.

"Fear not..." Feng said, his hand reaching into a pocket only pull out a small book, "...far to the North, there's a temple. A great and powerful wise man resides there. He was my own Master, you must convince him to train you. You and anyone else you bring with you."

Yang took the book, "What... what is this?"

"...The truth." Feng whispered, his eyes closed and the warmth started leaving his body. At about that time, his breathing stopped altogether. Master Feng, founder of the Crane School... was now dead.

Yang had layed Feng on the ground during their conversation. He stayed knelt over the body, eyes closed. But suddenly he spoke up, "We weren't good enough... I wasn't good enough!" he voiced raised as he continued, "This won't happen again! I'll make sure I'm strong enough to stop all this death from happening again, I swear it!" but then, he began to calm down once more, "I'll help take whoever needs to go to a doctor, but I'm going to that temple after that. Anyone who wants to can accompany, but make your decision soon because I'm leaving within the hour and I don't plan on waiting for anyone to catch up."
A more or less second character to compliment my first. Letter should already have a good idea what my intentions are with this one.








"Saved a town? No, but I've tangled with my share of monsters." Drake said, crossing his arms. People seemed to like showing off their Arms around here, made evident when Xris followed up his introduction by doing just that. Apparently he could make copies of himself. Some kind of Strength in Numbers power? Personally, Drake preferred having strength in himself rather than in numbers, but it was all just preference at the end of the day. And then the tomboy spoke up, questioning Drake's ability to back up his claim before, of course, showing off her own Noble Arm.

But the third guy to speak elected not to present his Noble Arm. He instead questioned the logic of announcing a presumably top secret assignment to one's classmates, which admittedly was a valid point. Drake spent some time listening, especially to Carsi's eventual reply. That was when got his chance to speak up again and he didn't hesitate. Drake rarely ever did. "I'm sorry, run that by me again? A raffle?" he cocked an eyebrow, a look of confusion appearing on his face, "The security of the President herself... and it's determined by random luck? What kind of sense does that make? Why not choose the team based on ability level or on skillset specifics?" maybe Carsi also realized this and that was why he was inclined to simply arrange the raffle regardless of the outcome?

But Drake would be a liar if he claimed not to be somewhat interested in the prospect of kicking some Disabler ass. His last encounter with them went well enough for him, but what he really needed was chance to cut loose and properly gauge just what he was capable of. He clenched a fist and smirked, but rather than join in on the Noble Arms show-and-tell he just reached for his coffee and took another drink. Despite being the first to speak up and being one to declare himself a hero, Drake elected not to display his Noble Arm, "Oh I'm sorry, I guess this is the part where I was supposed to show everyone my Noble Arm? Drawing your weapon and waving it around when there's no battle taking place isn't what I'd call very good heroic conduct. And besides... I just hate the idea of giving away spoilers." that last part he said with a quick and playful wink.
@Double, Thanks! Can we talk on Discord, btw?


It's kind of late for me right now so I don't think I can.
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