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@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN Geralt | @TruthHurts22 Raz | @Crimson Flame Bede | @Archmage MC Blazermate & Susie
Word Count: 592 (+1 Exp)
Level 3 Roxas: 9 + 1 = 10/30
Nyakuza -> Gutsford


It seemed a little strange that someone would be waiting for them. The twins that let them in as well as the woman that introduced herself didn't appear to be familiar to any of the Seekers. But they did mention a name that some of them recognized. So evidently the Seekers' actions must have had more of an effect than they had previously realized. Whatever the case, these people were not under Galeem's influence, as they lacked the off-colors and red eyes. It sounded like a previous person the Seekers had freed was able to free them in order to form whatever this Resistance force was supposed to be.

For now though, it was better to let Peach do the talking. Instead Roxas listened in so he could learn more about what all this was about. And while there appeared to be some hesitance at first, the arrival of someone else seemed to make the decision for them. Roxas had no idea what a "Turk" was, but the Special Unit seemed to be treating them like they were bad news. Probably in league with that Government they mentioned? Well there was no time for questions and inquiries. They all needed to get out. Giovana offered a plan involving a distraction on two fronts that would give the rest of the group a chance to make a getaway.

Well, Roxas was no negotiator so dealing with the Turk was a no for him. But he was pretty confident in his running skills. He'd done enough foot races around Twilight Town with the other militia members that he was certain he could lead those G-Men on a wild goose chase while also managing to outrun them all the while. And thankfully, Raz also seemed keen on the idea of being a runner. Good, between Raz's knowledge and Roxas' agility, they'd probably be fine, "I'm going with you." he said to Raz and was quick to follow him out the door.

Listening to Raz, Roxas realized he needed to make himself a target as well, "Man, I sure hope this dark secret we discovered doesn't get out!" he said, playing along, "It'd be the end for those government agents, that's for sure!" he watched for Raz to make a move and then bolted after him. He took a quick glance back to confirm that they were being chased. After which he matched his pace with Raz and looked over at him as they ran.

"Okay... now what?" he asked, hoping for some insight from Raz. The meantime, they ducked around a corner into a neighboring alleyway. Just up ahead, Roxas could make out the shapes of some G-Men coming from the other end, "Uh oh! Raz, go up!" he whispered at Raz, even pointing a finger upward to make sure the message got across. And then, Roxas jumped to his side and pushed himself up off the wall. From there he began the climb, which for him was relatively easy. In fact he was moving with such flowmotion that he was practically running straight up the wall. He just hoped Raz would be able to make the climb as well.

Soon enough they'd find themselves on the roof, "They're gonna corner us if we stay on the ground." he told his fellow Seeker when they had a moment, "I'm thinking we'll have better chances if we can stick to the high ground and stay up here among the roofs. What do ya think?" he asked, wanting to get Raz's opinion before settling on a plan.
I still had to make some interpretations when writing my Ganondorf. That while thing with Nabooru was something I added in on my own. Canonically they don't even interact, much less have any connection. In the game she secretly rebelled against him alone, whereas in my interpretation she led a full on mutiny against him at the start of his invasion of Hyrule. Bit more of a grudge between them this time around.
Gotta say @Double Ganondorf is an awesome character. Prolly my favorite villain next to Vaati.


Yeah, he's one of my favorites too.


The Imprisoned

Level 1 Ganondorf (0/10)
Location: The Ruins
Word Count: 2,248
Exp: 0 + 3 = 3/10


Deep below the earth, a lone custodian padded slowly through the solemn, silent corridors of purple stone. Though she went to great lengths to attend these forgotten Ruins, to sweep away their filth and dust so that the ivy might flourish and the vermillion leafbeds might rest like mosaic carpets upon the ground, no amount of effort would ever fill these hallowed halls with joy or laughter. Though monsters roamed here, she found little company among them. Her prolonged attempts to make friends with them eventually led her to realize that few could even speak. Sadly, fewer still chose to speak with her. So while she continued to leave them food when she could, she left them to the solitude they seemed to desire. While not one to judge, she found herself disturbed by them, by their fearful lack of decency and self-awareness. To her, they seemed less like the monsters she knew, and more like the monsters that humans believed them to be. In light of that deeper, more terrifying level of monstrosity, their indifference toward her seemed like a miracle, and for even that kindness she felt deeply grateful. It seemed to lend credence to her belief: that nobody, no matter how evil, was ever too far gone. Out of everything in this place, only the relic that hung at her waist would ever gather dust from her neglect.



Eventually, the gentle caretaker’s route through the Ruins came to an end. Here, the darkness held sway, weighing heavily on the few who dared to tread here. The atmosphere felt thick and heavy, though not silent thanks to the frequent clink of chains. A number of them dangled from the cavern’s ceiling, suspending glass orbs of lambent lumaflies above the churning mists that rose and fell like the surface of the sea. Wordless, she padded up the foggy trail to the great, ovoid temple that loomed at the top of the incline. Though at first glance it appeared to be hidden in darkness, she knew that she could get within an inch of it and still not make out another solitary detail, for its surface was a glossy, perfectly smooth black, like a colossal, obsidian egg.

At the front of the temple, however, lay a large hole in that shell, and within a huge spiral of strange, almost chitinous material. Over the center of the spiral lay an oval seal, emblazoned with the likeness of three masks, and in front of that was a man..

The prisoner was chained by lengths of pure white embedded in the spiral itself, and shackles around his wrists and ankles. There was enough give to allow him to sit or stand if he chose, and use his hands a little, but nothing more than that. His jailor couldn’t help but be a little afraid of the incarnation of evil itself, but in a way she pitied him, too. She sighed, and continued up the final stretch. In her hands she carried a tray, laden with food and drink. “Good afternoon…Ganondorf.”

The days in this hell were usually quite slow. Not surprising, as there was little to do but sleep, and think. Sleep, and think. Sleep, and think. And when he would think, the only thing he would actually think about was finding the wretch responsible for putting him here. That and imagining all the ways he could get his revenge. Make them suffer, make them beg for mercy. Of course, he didn’t even have a face to put to those thoughts, having not even the faintest idea who actually placed him here. Instead only one face came up, a face from his past. Roahim, that pathetic excuse for a king, and Zelda, his insufferable daughter.

He was sitting when his so-called “caretaker” arrived. At least that was what she had been trying to cast herself as. But the Gerudo man was no fool. He saw the despicable white sword she wore at her hip every day during her visits. Caretaker… How laughable! She was his Jailer, pure and simple. But she also was not a cruel jailer of any sort. She’d been kind enough to bring the man food and water every day. She had also talked to him plenty during these sorts of visits, even though he only occasionally spoke back.

“...Toriel.” said Ganondorf, lifting his exhausted gaze up at his visitor, “Come to feed the evil prisoner again?” to this day he still couldn’t understand why she did this. Coming to check on him, and making sure he didn’t escape was one thing. But going out of her way to feed him and bring water? It was oddly kind for someone whose apparent duty was to keep him under watch.

The white-furred goat gave a thin smile, her eyes melancholic. “Evil prisoner or not, everyone needs to eat and drink. Here, I even have something special for you today.” Despite the very real danger of Ganondorf pulling taut his chains in a burst of speed to come at her, she approached to lay down the tray at his feet. Sourdough, jerky, and mushroom salad were nothing new. For a while now, she’d also been a rotating portion of extra protein, since a man like him needed it to maintain his muscles. Miteloaf, Gnatchos, Omelant, Spaghetflea…none of it nearly as bad as it looked or sounded, and sourced from a distant area Toriel referred to as the Lawn, to boot. Today, however, instead of water the prisoner’s porcelain mug contained a reddish liquid, lukewarm from the long walk over, but earthy and tangy. “Woodrose Tea, made with petals from Hollow Bough,” Toriel announced proudly, rubbing at a couple bandages on her hands. “Took me a while to get the mixture right, hmhm…”

“My my, what ever is the occasion?” he inquired, though his smile made him seem facetious, “A holiday I’m unaware of? Perhaps someone’s birthday?” he took to the tea first, having to admit that the chance to drink something other than the same old water was one he wasn’t about to pass up. He pressed the mug to his lips, keeping the sip deliberately short so as to savor, “Delicious.” he said, tipping the mug as if to offer a toast.

“Every day’s a good day to make someone’s day,” Toriel smiled. “I’m glad you like it!”

He let himself take a bite of the Sourdough, but also eyed the admittedly tasty looking Omelant. In the past he probably would have turned his nose up at this sort of food. How far the mighty can certainly fall, “How long do you suppose my would-be warden can successfully keep me here?” he asked all of a sudden. While this wasn’t the first time he had asked a question like this, this was the first time he followed it up with another one, “Surely they must know that no prison can hold me forever? Not so long as I have this.” he held up his right hand, revealing the pulsing glow of a golden triangle on the back of it just below the knuckles and above the wrist. He even clenched it into a fist, which appeared to almost make the glow brighten up further for a fleeting moment before it faded away, but he made no sudden moves, no attempts to attack or break his chains. Instead he just returned to his meal while awaiting her answer.

Toriel’s worried gaze rested on the sigil. It did look powerful, but after a little reflection that didn’t distress her nearly as much as Ganondorf’s question. “I’m…not sure.” She recalled the ‘warden’ who occasionally showed up to pay the King of Evil a visit. Though youthful in stature and temperament, he’d proven to be the exception when it came to Toriel’s love of children. His visits, infrequent and unpredictable to suggest that he came by on a whim, consisted more of taunting, gloating, and bothering Ganondorf with minions from a distance than any official business. Whether or not the Consul was responsible for imprisoning him in the first place, Toriel couldn’t even say. She sighed. “To be honest, well…I don’t really think he cares about you, one way or the other. I hesitate to speak ill of anyone, but he does seem to regard us all as no more than toys in his sandbox.”

“How interesting,” he said after enjoying another sip of the tea, “he does sound like quite the child, doesn’t he?” after this he had a bite of the mushroom salad, “Exquisite, by the way.” he said of the meal, “But even more interesting, is the thought of what this apparent child could possibly have that he could issue commands to a Queen.” that last line might have come as a surprise. Toriel hadn’t exactly told this prisoner much about herself personally. And yet here he was apparently aware that she was a Queen, or at least had been at one time, “Ah, my apologies, but I’ve been around enough royals to know one when I see one. And you, my dear, positively radiate with nobility and royalty.”

He fell back to silence again. Returning to his meal and allowing his present company a chance to react or respond however she saw fit to.

Toriel caught her breath, stepping back. After a moment, though, she swallowed, and lowered his brow with a look of resolution. “...Not anymore,” she told him. “My husband…he wanted what was best for everyone. But he was stubborn. Terribly, terribly stubborn. He kept on walking down the path he’d chosen, though we all knew it to be the wrong one. Even himself. So I couldn’t stand to be around him any longer.” She bent down to pick up Ganondorf’s tray, then met his eyes. “That’s just how it is. With kings, I suppose.”

“With weak kings, perhaps.” he said in surprising agreement, “For myself, I knew exactly what my goal was, and was every bit resolved to see it through to the bitter end.” this was the first time he’d said this much about his own personal history to her, “A pity that the one I thought I could trust did not agree with me.” he said, not exactly elaborating on who that was or the circumstances behind their apparent falling out, “But for what it was worth,” he held up his hand and the glow of the triangle revealed itself once again, “I at least got part of what I was after. And I did it without the aid of those traitors. So in the end I suppose I never needed them in the first place.”

This time, he didn’t see a whole lot of fear in Toriel’s eyes. Only sadness. “Everyone needs someone,” she murmured. “I thought I would be in a better place when I cut away all the others, and perhaps I am, but…loneliness, too, is a terrible thing. In the end, this is where we are.” Her gaze drifted around the Temple of the Black Egg.

They betrayed me.” he said in a surprisingly defensive tone, “My quest for this power was for them, for us all. Before this we were little more than bandits living in a barren desert. I wanted more than that, and believed it was only right to share that desire with the others. This power would have given us the means to leave that wretched desert and stake a claim of our own in the world. But they were the ones who decided I had gone mad.” he stopped himself, realizing he was beginning to rant more than he’d originally intended. Despite all that happening years ago, it apparently still stung deep down on some level.

Toriel stepped back as the prisoner began his tirade, inadvertently yanking at his chains as he did. She stood in silence, half turned away, until he got a load off his chest. She couldn’t blame him for, well, blaming others. Or having a lot of bottled-up rage deep within. A situation like this seemed hellish from any standpoint, and yet, here he was, the same as her. Two ex-royals, ferreted away in the earth. “I want to believe that people get what they deserve,” she murmured. “Which means I have to believe you’re as evil as they say, to warrant such a fate.” Her face fell. “But…to be honest, while I’ve enjoyed taking care of you, I’ve been hoping that someday I’ll come and find you gone. Bound for a better life. Better people. Because then, having failed another lost soul, I could do the same.”

“You needn’t worry about that, my dear Jailer.” Ganondorf said with a smile. One last time he held up his right hand, this time the triangle’s glow appeared to be a bit brighter than before, as if it were gaining strength even as they spoke, “As I told you, this prison cannot hold me forever. This mark is the very symbol of power itself, and it always grows. My strength will return to me soon enough, and when it does…” he clenched his hand into a fist, letting the triangular mark give as bright of a glow as he could currently muster before slamming it into the black wall behind him. The most damage he caused was a few cracks forming where his fist had made contact. But the intended message was clear as day.

Toriel gave a humorless laugh, clearly done with the dangerous man’s bravado. “Then hurry, King of Evil. While I’m not around to stop you.”


Word Count: 699 (+1 Exp)
Level 3 Roxas (8=1=9/30)
Nyakuza -> Gutsford


The sight of the schools wasn't particularly impressive to Roxas. Of course, he was from Twilight Town, which was generally of a similar bustling nature. No, it was the sight of Midgar in the distance that really impressed him. He had never seen a city or structure that big before. The closest frame of reference he had was the Castle That Never Was or The Skein of Severance, but he didn't remember either one being quite like that. He stuck close to Princess Peach for the moment, as well as Blazermate seeing as how the robot girl insisted on holding his hand the whole time. But he was too busy taking in sights and sounds to let that bother him. As they walked, he heard Raz nearby asking about the Consuls and the Organization. Roxas decided to pitch in his two-cents.

"Well I dunno anything about those Consul guys," he said to Raz, "But the Organization has never been good to my memory. They had no problem with ruining and toying with people's lives to reach their goal. That's why I was surprised when some of you guys said they had been helpful." though now that he knew about Galeem and the bringing together of many worlds, it did make him wonder that this Organization might be vastly different if it had members from vastly different worlds. But even if it did... he was still certain it was likely being controlled by someone from his own world. Where else would they have learned the name and other conventions of the Organization except for from someone who had previously been a member themselves? And while Roxas could probably speculate as to who that might be, he chose not to for now.

"Honestly, Raz? I wouldn't put anything past the Organization. At least not the one I knew anyway." it didn't take much for him to realize that his answer was probably not the one Raz was hoping for, "But no matter what they're scheming, I promise I won't stop fighting." he said, hoping to sound reassuring.

Internally, however, Roxas was less sure. He kept thinking back to the Nyakuza Metro and just how easily he was taken down by an enemy. Now that his full memory had been restored, it became obvious to him that at some point he had lost a lot of the strength he previously had. He wasn't sure why, but he knew for sure that he was much stronger than this when he fought against Xemnas and Saix at the Keyblade Graveyard. So what had happened? Well, Galeem happened, obviously. And now here he was, feeling like a complete rookie again. He recalled Sora having gone through a similar situation, and wondered to himself if this was how he was feeling at that time.

As the group made their way around, it became incredibly obvious that the locals were suspicious of them. They would turn heads, or people give them uncomfortable looks everywhere they went. This eventually lead them into an alleyway, and slowly becoming surrounded by people following them. With no easy way to get out, it was beginning to look like they might be forced to fight their way out. Or they would, if not for the intervention of someone else. A nearby door into a pet shop opened up and a pair of suited men ushered the Seekers to come inside. Roxas had to admit this seemed suspect, but it was better than getting into another fight.

Raz had pointed out the people following them were from his own world. G-Men, he called them, and he also said they weren't supposed to physically exist, "Huh?" Roxas asked in surprise, "So wait, it sounds like you're saying Galeem can make imaginary people become real. But I can't even begin to imagine how that could even be possible... even for a God."

But the conversation had to be put on hold. For now, Raz pretended to be interested in shopping at the pet store. And Roxas, for his part, attempted to play along with him, "Oh, good idea, I'll go with you and help you pick something out!" and slipped in through the opened door.

Nyakuza Metro -> Dystopianscape

@Lugubrious | @Archmage MC Blazermate
Word Count: 1,742 (+3 Exp)
Level 3 Roxas (5+3=8/30)


Dive Into The Heart



When Roxas awoke, he found himself at the center of a large circular platform with nothing but endless darkness in all directions. And yet, despite the unfamiliarity, he still found himself at peace. Like he was somewhere familiar, yet... not. He looked down at the floor he stood on and took in the mural that appeared to be carved out of stained glass. It depicted a white room, with Thirteen figures sitting atop a circle of thirteen Thrones. All of them were hooded, save for the one sitting upon the lowest throne... Roxas. And in the center of the thrones stood a Fourteenth Figure, seemingly being welcomed by the Thirteen... or perhaps being judged. The vagueness of the mural made it hard to say one way or the other. And then, countless framed images began to appear in the air around Roxas. Each of them showing numerous moments in time, and all of them featuring him in some way. Almost like looking at an art exhibit themed around his own life. And then, on the opposite end of the platform, a door appeared. As if being drawn to it, Roxas instinctively walked forward and reached out a hand to open it. But it was locked, and so he instinctively drew his Keyblade to unlock it. But it wasn't either of his, instead the Keyblade looked much simpler, and was one he remembered belonging to another. Still, the weapon unlocked the door just the same, and it swung open wide, releasing a blinding light from behind it.

When his vision cleared back up, Roxas found himself elsewhere. It looked like Twilight Town, specifically the clock tower. He slowly walked toward the edge to look down, when a gloved hand rested on his shoulder and turned him around. Roxas saw a Tall Man in a black coat just like his own, eyes green and hair red like fire, "Say... what's most important to you?" he asked with a calm voice and friendly smile.

Roxas didn't even hesitate before he answered, "You are. All of you. My friends."

"That so?" replied the red-haired man with a grin, before he seemed to fade away from view. Roxas looked around, wondering where his friend had gone, when he saw Someone Else standing nearby. She was a girl, around his own age. She had the same black coat, and short raven-black hair. When she saw Roxas she gave him a warm smile.

"What do you dream of?" she asked in her usual sweet voice. That one actually made Roxas stop and think. What was his dream? The idea of a lifelong ambition had never once occurred to him before now. But he gave it a moment of thought and eventually answered her.

"I think... I wanna see more of what's out there. The town's nice and all, but a little exploration might be fun." he told her, eliciting a wider smile from her in response.

"The clock tower can seem a little cramped at times, huh?" and then, just like the first, she faded away from sight. This time Roxas looked around a bit more frantically, almost as if desperate to figure out where she'd gone. That was until one more familiar voice made itself known to him.

"What is it you fear?" Roxas turned around and saw a Blue-Haired Man with an x-shaped scar on his face, also wearing a black coat.

"Fear?" Roxas asked, but the man said nothing and simply waited for an answer to his question. There were some things Roxas could say, but only one of them kept cropping back up in his mind on a regular basis. With a bit of hesitance he finally said it aloud, "...Not being real."

The man looked away a bit, "...I see." he said, then vanished just like the first two. Upon this, the setting sun in the distance began to shine brighter, offering a blinding flash that stunned Roxas a moment. His vision soon cleared, and once again he was elsewhere.

It was another circular platform. The mural on this one appeared to split into two images. On one side was Roxas and the Red-Haired Man, weapons drawn and appearing to be ready to attack one another while surrounded by a wall of flame. And on the other side was a white, sterile room featuring a spherical white pod of some kind. Nearby it was a control console, as well as a Man Wrapped in Red Robes and a Girl In A White Dress appearing to observe the pod. And then, a stairway of rectangular platforms appeared and seemed to lead the way to another platform higher up. Roxas followed the path and then saw the second mural.

It depicted a group of Seven Lights and Thirteen Darknesses, about to fight a war in a barren world littered with hundreds of lifeless Keybladess. Roxas remembered this memory very clearly, and then followed a new stairway that led up up to a third and final platform. This time the mural featured a multitude of figures, impossible to identify, standing together on a cliff face as an Incomprehensible Enemy loomed above them. At this point, a group of Familiar Enemies appeared around him at once and poised to strike. Roxas drew the Keyblade once more to defend himself.



He easily deflected incoming attacks, sliding around each to get in a quick attack against their backs. These enemies were nothing new to him. Defeating them would be easy for him. It didn't take Roxas long to dispatch them all. But behind him, the Enemy from the mural had made itself appear. It lashed out with unstoppable tendrils of light that Roxas had no hope of defending against. And as he was attacked, Roxas began to feel a sense of deja vu. With one final volley of tendrils, the Enemy thought to finish Roxas off. As Roxas braced himself for the worst, he realized that the attack wasn't coming. A large, floating pink heart was blocking the attack before flying forward and colliding into the Enemy and seemingly shattering it into harmless sparks that quickly burnt out and faded away. And with a final flash of blinding light, Roxas began feeling his consciousness return to him... along with a single name that became burned into his memory.

Galeem

Black Line Train


Roxas's eyes fluttered opened as he was shaken, "Huh... wha-?" the first sight he saw was Blazermate standing over him, asking what had happened and if he was okay, "Invisible sniper... got the jump on me." he said, answering the first question, "And yeah, I'm fine now. Thanks Geralt, I owe you." he said to the Witcher sitting next to him. He didn't actually know that Geralt was responsible for healing him, but he had to at least have carried Roxas to the train. But he reached up a gloved hand and rubbed his temples. Sure, physically he was fine, but now he had even more questions that needed to be answered.

"It wasn't the Organization that took my friends," he said to no one in particular, "it was him wasn't it? Galeem." having been Freed, Roxas now remembered everything. He and his closest friends were attacked by monsters of Light before everything became a blur. And he also now knew that the Twilight Town he had just left was not the one he knew, "And that Town... it's not the Twilight Town I call home. Just a very convincing copy that that thing created... right?" strangely enough, even that was somehow not the first time Roxas had been living in a world that wasn't technically real, "First the Virtual Twilight Town and now this... I just can't seem to catch a break."

One thing was certain, he felt like he needed to talk to the Master of Masters more than ever. At first he was simply curious about the man, but now he legitimately felt like he was the only one who could give him some clarity on this whole mess of a situation.

For the rest of the train ride, Roxas asked a few questions of the others. Namely what the deal was with Galeem and how his influence apparently worked. He'd also learned that Geralt used something called a Friend Heart while Roxas was injured in order to break Galeem's hold on him. Naturally Roxas also asked how he could do that himself in case he needed to free others that he met. And he was also wondering how many back in Twilight Town were under Galeem's influence.

"If nothing else, I think..." he said, aloud to no one in particular, "...if I'm still alive after Galeem's attack, then my friends must be too, right? So all I have to do is find them and use one of those Friend Hearts to bring them back." at least his goal was clearer now. But he couldn't help but wonder how exactly the Organization fit into all this. He'd just have to see them for himself. And if they were indeed still up to no good... then he'd deal with them, just like he said he would. Besides, Roxas thought, it's what He would do if he were here right now.

Gutsford


After the train had finally reached its destination, Roxas joined the Seekers in disembarking. Blazermate had never left his side and in fact was practically dragging him around by the hand. This didn't really bother him at all, but his free hand did occasionally hover over the spot that was hit by Panther's shot. There was a noticeable tear there now, and that would bug him until he could fix it somehow.

"Uh, give me just a sec." he told Blazermate, freeing his hand from hers, "I've got to use the bathroom real quick, be right back." and he took off in search of a private room of some kind. It wasn't specifically a bathroom he needed, just a place to change his clothes. He didn't want to walk around in a damaged black coat, after all. And eventually he returned to others, but now dressed in his Casual Attire. He held his black coat slung over one shoulder.

"Alright, that's better." he said as he waited for Blazermate to inevitably grab a hold of his hand again, "Hope there's a tailor or something here who can fix the coat for me. Not a fan of wearing it, but it's too useful to throw away."

Nyakuza Metro

@Lugubrious | @TruthHurts22 Raz
Word Count: 871 (+2 Exp)
Level 3 Roxas (3+2=5/30)


Moments before Rush Hour...

Nyakuza Metro was home to many establishments besides the trains and stations. There were some shops, cafe's, other places like that that lined the neon-lit corridors of the Metro. One such establishment was the Cat's Nip, a milk bar dimly lit and sporting a noir-esque atmosphere, complete with smooth jazzy music playing in the nearby jukebox. It only had a handful of patrons, generally being busier at night than in the afternoon. But among those patrons, a feline with dark purple fur sat at the edge of the bar by himself. He was adorned in a dark, bluish-purple suit accented by silvery-white armored parts. He looked like he had just stepped out of a spaceship, which wasn't actually too far off from the truth. He sipped on his shot glass of sweetened milk, a white line visible on his fur coat. Technically it was a just a white patch among an otherwise pure purple coat, but from a distance it almost looked like a scar.

He sat, looking almost bored. Whether he was there for business or just waiting for someone would soon be irrelevant, for the Panther then heard something that made his black ears perk right up. A voiced announcement offering a million per head on some group that apparently had entered the Metro. Well, the Panther was normally a fighter pilot by trade, but such a profitable bounty hunting job wasn't something he was about to pass up. And nether was anyone else for that matter, as he began to notice felines all over the metro run rough-shod everywhere in search of these targets. The Panther downed the last of his milk and calmly stood up from his stool. As he walked toward the door he used his claws to flick some pons over onto the counter to pay his tab.

"Time to make some money." he said softly to himself in a low voice that almost sounded like a pur. He slowly walked out into the crowded Metro and appeared to just vanish into thin air.

Rush Hour

While all the other cats flooded the Metro like some kind of swarm, an invisible figure stalked the rooftops and other hard-to-reach areas closer to the ceiling of the underground metro. Made invisible by a personal cloaking device he wore on his hip, the invisible feline made swift and silent leaps between footholds. His speed and acrobatic skill were quite superior to the common cats currently flooding the grounds. His pale yellow eyes pierced the shadows of the metro with nocturnal vision. This meant that even if one of his quarry were trying to hide, he'd still find them easily enough.

Before long, his feline eyes caught glimpse of someone. Multiple someones actually. They were making a mad dash, appearing to follow the signs leading toward the Black Line. Rather than charge in head first, the cunning Panther instead decided to head them off. He used his own familiarity with the area to quickly and smoothly position himself in what he believed would be the path they'd take. He watched one of them perform a powered punch that resulted in him and a some others falling through the lower zones. Meanwhile the short kid in goggles kept along the path that the stalker had predicted. And quickly catching up to him was a taller kid in a black coat. But it looked like they had gotten a little bit ahead of their compatriots. Good, that would make them much easier pickings.

The stalker silently moved in closer, still invisible thanks to his device. He reached an invisible hand for a blaster pistol on his hip and drew the weapon from it's holster. He had to make sure this first shot counted, because the sound would give his ambush away immediately afterward. He trained it on his target, focusing on them down the barrel and wisely choosing to lead them for a moment before...

As Roxas ran behind Raz, he started to get a bad feeling. The kind you get when you're being watched. And yet every time he looked around he never saw anyone other than the swarm of cats chasing them. But he couldn't let his nerves get the best of him, one wrong move could spell the end. And death by a thousand cat claws didn't exactly sound pleasant. And then Roxas jumped over an overturned trash bin. While in midair he heard a loud buzz and then suddenly felt a sharp, burning pain in his side. An energy bolt had struck him in his right side, fired from the gun of an invisible shooter. The shot knocked Roxas off his balance and he tumbled to ground and groaned in pain.

"What... what hit me?" he said between painful breaths, desperately trying to push himself back onto his feet. Before he could, he saw a figure appear to flicker into existence. Another cat, but different from the others. He had a blaster pistol trained on him, ready to fire one more shot directly at Roxas' forehead.

"My humblest apologies, boy." said the Panther in his low, pur-like voice, in what almost sounded like a Spanish accent, "But I'm afraid I must kill you."




Nyakuza Metro

@Lugubrious Vandham, Auru, Big Band | @TruthHurts22 Raz | @Crimson Flame Bede | @DracoLunaris Kamek
Word Count: 3,195 (+4 Exp)
Level 2 Roxas (17+4=23/20)


Quite a few people took their turns after Roxas did. The first was a dancer named Primrose, incorporating dance into her fighting style and could use it invigorate allies. She admittedly did have a certain allure, but the next introduction came before he could stare for too long. Therion, a guy in a purple cloak of some kind. Another rogue, according to Primrose. But Therion confirmed that he was good at opening doors, picking locks, seeking treasure. In other words, it was all a fancy way of saying he was a thief. He also didn't seem like a particularly nice guy, having what seemed to be a dismissive attitude and wanting everyone to stay out of his way. Not much of a team player, apparently.

Next to go was a guy who introduced himself as an Ace Cadet... whatever that meant. He explained that he was a monster hunter, and that he had lots of experience at taking on opponents way bigger than himself. Pretty impressive, all things considered. While Roxas himself and several of his old friends had their share of experience dealing with large enemies, it sounded like this Ace was an actual professional at doing it. Though despite all this, Roxas couldn't help but wonder how effective any of his weaponry would be against the likes of Heartless or Nobodies, creatures that are much harder to kill if you don't possess a Keyblade.

Next up was Midna. Roxas had already met her earlier, but here he was able to learn a little bit more about her. She wasn't kidding about being a "Princess of Twilight" because she said she was from an actual Twilight Realm? Another realm? Besides the Realms of Light and Darkness? It seemed unreal that there was an entire third realm that he and presumably none of his friends had ever discovered. And now he found himself wondering what it was like there. She also showed a bit of her powers, summoning two wolves. She also summoned purple claws and a flying insect creature. None of it looked like anything he had ever seen before.

After Midna was the biggest of the turtle dragons. His name was Bowser, and he called himself the King of the Koopa. So that was a fourth royal here on top of the two Princesses and Sectonia? He also tried to act like he was the one who was really in charge, but even Roxas could see through that bluff. Still his list of accomplishments sounded impressive, assuming they were all true. And he also had that entire Troop at his beckoned call so he was obviously powerful. After that, Bowser's son Jr. took a turn introducing himself. He was younger and smaller than his father, but made up for it by seemingly being craftier. He apparently built the machine he was riding in, and possessed a magic paint brush capable of brushing portals to other locations into existence. On top of all this he also possessed a pair of monsters that looked kinda like the one Midna summoned. But at the end of the day he was still a kid, confirmed by him also proclaiming that he loved video games.

The old one went next. She introduced herself as Kamek, and was Bowser's advisor. She also looked like a Wizard, judging by her robe and pointy hat. It also didn't take her long to single Roxas and request they talk later. Roxas knew she was probably curious about the Organization, and so he just nodded his head in agreement. He promised he would tell them all whatever they needed to know, and he intended to keep that promise. She then showed off a device that apparently could alter someone's appearance. Of course, Roxas had no idea about spirits and thus did not know why such a thing would be necessary.

Next up was a girl named Rika. She opened by saying that she had only been "a person" for three days, having been a part of something called an Abyssal Fleet beforehand. She said Kamek had freed from Galeem... Galeem? Had Roxas heard that name before? No, no of course not. Anyway, for weapons she possessed a set of guns and blades. There didn't seem to be much else beyond that.

After this Roxas noticed that one of the robot girls had come over and sat next to him. She said he didn't have to be so formal and could loosen up a bit. Also, what was an "anime" boy? She had called him one and referred to some other person she knew as one, but Roxas had no clue what that meant. He wasn't sure what was so interesting about him, but he let it go for now and just nodded in response.

The next one to go was Sectonia. While Roxas had already met her, this was first he was hearing about her actual abilities. She said she was a sorcerer and spellsword, and could easily control who would be affected by her magic and who wouldn't be. She also claimed to control space and time, but... Roxas had a tough time believing that. It sounded more like a boast than anything. And why did she insist on calling everyone her subjects and minions?

After the Queen, the robot girl next to Roxas got up took her turn. So her name was Blazermate? And she said she was the main healer, implying at least part of what she brought to the table. And then out of nowhere she pointed at Roxas and shot a beam at him, "Whoa!" he shouted in surprise, putting up his arms defensively. But the beam didn't hurt at all. In fact he then noticed that turned him blue and metallic, and invincible according to Blazermate, "Whoa... weird."

The next was Susie, who introduced herself as the CEO of a company that Roxas had never heard of. She summoned some kind of robotic suit, which served as both her armor and her primary weapon. After that she started going over a lot words and jargon that may as well have been an alien language from Roxas' perspective. Still. she was obviously smart and knew her way around machines. And given the number of robotic people here, that was probably a very welcomed skill to have.

After this was the introduction of a seemingly normal looking girl. She introduced herself as Karin Kanzuki, and evidently she was a martial arts master. So someone who possessed no weapons or magic? Just relied on the strength of their own fist? One had to respect the resolve it must take to do that when surrounded by many magic and technology users. After her was a girl named Sakura, who seemed a lot less confident but was also a martial artist like Karin.

After the two girls was a tall man with white hair and blackened armor, and a horn of some kind on his forehead. He introduced himself as Geralt, and he was something called a Witcher. Apparently that meant he hunted monsters like Ace did. And he was old, very old. Saying he had nearly a hundred years of training and experience. Just how old was this guy? He also mentioned being fused with some spirits, and that they were responsible for how he currently. And now Roxas was wondering how many of the others were fused with spirits that was changing their appearance. But he was quite skilled overall. Tracking, spells, mastery of swords and various other weapons. It almost made Roxas think he could learn a thing or two more about fighting from him.

The Seeker up was a guy who looked like a literal angel, with his white clothes and white feathery angel wings. Pit had even said he was a servant of a Goddess. Sounded pretty angelic to Roxas. He was a captain of his Goddess' royal guards, and wielded a blue-and-gold bow weapon. Well, it looked like a bow, but it also looked like it was sharp like blades too. Were they swords that should shoot arrows? Wouldn't be the strangest weapon Roxas had ever seen by a long shot.

And then there was Omori. A gloomy-looking boy with a blank expression. He claimed he wasn't as strong or flashy as everyone else, but that he could fight using his emotions. Roxas couldn't begin to imagine how that would work or if he would be all that proficient at fighting that way. He had a feeling Omori wasn't giving himself enough credit. Then again, he also said that he was looking for his missing friends and sister. Something that obviously hit close to home for Roxas, so maybe he was being a little bit biased. Roxas decided that he had to help this kid find his friends. Being in the exact same position, Roxas himself would have appreciated whatever help someone else offered him in finding his own friends.

Next up was Jesse, whom Roxas already met earlier. For once he wasn't especially surprised by her abilities, having already seen a glimpse of them for himself during their big race earlier. He was instead surprised to learn about her guns, particularly the one that didn't run out of bullets. Sounded super useful, but for the part that only she could apparently use it properly. She liked scary movies, which Roxas couldn't bring himself to disagree with. Such a thing could be fun when the mood and occasion called for it. She then mentioned her people being in danger in a city far to the north. Roxas didn't know what that was about, but he kind of wished they could go help them. It sounded like they needed it.

And then there was Bede. A very confident kid dressed all in pink who informed them that he was something called a Pokemon Trainer. He then mentioned that he noticed a few of the others had them as well. So was that all those creatures were that were summoned by Midna and Jr? So did that mean that Roxas could become a Pokemon Trainer too? Maybe he should ask Bede about it if he got the chance. Having some extra buddies to help him out in battle could come in handy. And he had to admit it sounded like fun, too.

And finally, all the introductions were eventually done and over with. After this the Seekers all separated and went to go shopping or run other errands. As for Roxas, he had business to take care of at the Barracks. He needed to let the Commander know that he was leaving Twilight Town, and it just so happened that one of the Seekers, Vandham, had business with the barracks as well. As such, Roxas offered to show him the way and to introduce him to the Commander. As they walked, Roxas noticed the captive pirates and Vandham explained how the they had attacked the Seekers while enroute here and they needed to be handed over to the authorities. That explained why Vandham wanted to go the Barracks, of course. And naturally, Roxas also explained that he was a member of the Town Militia and needed to report to the commanding officers and hand in his resignation.

"Sorry I've been gone for so long, Commander." said Roxas apologetically when the entered the barracks, "A lot of new arrivals came and some important things were brought to my attention. This is Vandham, by the way. He leads a group of mercenaries who arrested some pirates for us."

"I see." Auru had said in response, "Thank you for your work." he said to Vandham, and then to Roxas he said, "I'd like you fill me in on these things that came up."

"Do you remember my missing friends?" he asked the Commander, knowing Auru was one of the only people he'd ever told about them, "Well, I discovered today that a group of my old enemies have resurfaced. And now I'm worried that they're involved."

Auru rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "I see. And you intend to investigate this information for yourself?"

"Sort of. The arrivals that came today had a few run ins with them, so I think if I join up with their party I'll get a chance to see for myself what my enemies are up to."

"Hmm." Auru looked troubled, "It sounds as though you'll be leaving us."

"I'm afraid so, sir."

"Well, I hate to lose you Roxas. But this sounds like a personal matter, so I won't stop you. But do take a moment to say goodbye to the others, won't you?"

Roxas heeded the advice. He took a few minutes to say his goodbyes to the other militia members. Whites in particular made Roxas promise to bring his friends back and introduce them after he found them, to which Roxas agreed readily. With the goodbyes over, Roxas left the Barracks and ran to catch up with the Seekers at the picnic lunch.

Once there, Roxas answered the barrage of questions he was unsurprisingly asked as best as he could. At a certain point he simply found himself standing up in front of everyone so he could just tell them all more about the Organization. That turned out to be harder than he thought, since the more he thought about it the more realized how confusing the full story actually was. What Roxas wouldn't give to have a Gummi Phone right about now. Still, Roxas did his best to keep it as simple as possible. He started by explaining what Heartless and Nobodies were, as that would provide enough context to understand what the first Organization XIII was about: a group of Nobodies reportedly seeking to find a way to become whole again. That of course had been lie, Roxas further explained as he continued his story into the actions of the so-called "True" Organization XIII led by Xehanort. Roxas made sure to include that either Xehanort, his Heartless (Ansem) or his Nobody (Xemnas) were the ones most likely leading the current Organization. But he obviously couldn't be sure without seeing them for himself.

After this he found himself chatting for longer with Kamek and Big Band, who both seemed to be more curious about the Organization than anyone else. Kamek especially, given that she seemed to already knew a few of the things Roxas had explained thanks to her discussions with the Master of Masters, "Unfortunately, I've never actually met the Master of Masters myself." Roxas clarified at one point during the conversation, "I'd never even heard of him before Sectonia told me about him. But it sounds like he knows even more than I do. If it's possible I'd like meet him as soon as possible. He may be interested in meeting me as well since we're both Keyblade Wielders and all."

Once he was finally able to satisfy Kamek's curiosity, Roxas tried to chat a bit with some of the other Seekers. At first he talked a bit with Raz, being a bit curious about whether the kid could actually read minds. He also asked him a bit about what Mental Worlds were like. Roxas knew there were all kinds of worlds, but never dreamed there were worlds inside people's minds. The other Seeker Roxas found himself talking to was Bede. After seeing all the Pokemon that some of the others had, Roxas was admittedly curious to learn about them himself. He pestered Bede a bit with questions about Pokemon and whether or not Roxas himself could become Trainer. That led to him asking Bede for one of his Poke Balls or if Bede knew where Roxas could get some.

Eventually though, the picnic lunch came to its end. The Seekers were divided into two teams, one that travel along Black Line and another that would take the Purple Line. Roxas was in the former team, alongside Raz, Bede, and quite a few of the others. It seemed as though the Seekers he had already met earlier were pretty much all on the Purple Team though. That meant that despite only just meeting them, they'd have to part ways already. Well, it had to be done, as much as it sucked to have part ways with new friends. But that left Roxas with a slew of other people to become more acquainted with instead, and luckily he'd already started doing so with Raz and Bede, sort of.

The Metro was definitely something else. Roxas knew this place was accessible via Station Heights but this was the first time he ever ventured that far in. Despite being indoors and underground, it was well lit with all sorts of colorful lights and signs all pointing to numerous places in seemingly numerous directions. Roxas glad he never came in here alone, because he'd probably get lost if he had. But before Roxas could become any more impressed, he heard a loud voice voice commanding someone to "take them" followed the ground beginning to rumble.

"That's not good!" he yelled when he caught glimpse of the literal tide of felines all charging toward them. Actually they were sort of reminding him of a Heartless his friends had fought during their battle at the Keyblade Graveyard. Of course, Roxas seriously doubted these were anything like Heartless, given how intelligent they apparently were.

Everyone took off running. But since Roxas had no idea how to navigate this place, he instead stuck close to Raz who did seem to know where he was going. As Raz hit parts of the cat wave with psychic blasts, Roxas decided to help him out by summoning one of his Keyblades and blasting back blotches of cats that came at them using Waterga spells. The Waterga spells wouldn't be super damaging, but they were perfect for knocking back targets utilizing the actual pressure of the water blasts. That, and cats generally hated the Water, so most likely at least some of them wouldn't be too keen on coming after the guy blasting them with water spells.

This was about when Roxas spotted Red using his superpower to punch a train off it's tracks, "Whoa!" he yelled in awe, but couldn't be impressed for long. Immediately after he also spotted Red falling down to a lower level, which actually made Roxas stop for the briefest, "Oh no, Red!" his first instinct was to jump down after him, but even that became impossible when the tide of cats blocked the way. This left Roxas no choice but to continue after Raz.

Thankfully, Roxas' own athletic ability and knack for adapting to the layouts of his environment gave him a keen edge in spotting ways of getting past cats and other obstacles. That allowed him to catch back up to Raz with relative ease. But by now Roxas had noticed that a number of their teammates were no longer in sight, "Uh, Raz, we've got a problem. Looks like we've lost some of our teammates!" he told the Psychonaut as he resumed his earlier routine of blasting bunches of attacking cats with Waterga spells, "Are you positive you know where we're going? 'Cuz I'm totally lost!"




Twilight Town

Word Count: 1,540 (+2 Exp)
Level 2 Roxas (17+2=19/20)


With the race and building lessons out of the way, Roxas eventually found himself at the docks. There he saw all the new acquaintances he had met and even some he hadn't introduced himself to. According to Jesse and Midna this was where the rest of their big team would arrive and it was just a matter of waiting for them. Soon enough Roxas spotted what had to be them in the distance. A large vessel, a ship of some kind that Roxas never seen before. Did... did it have eyes? If those weren't eyes then they sure as heck looked like eyes. Was this ship a creature? Or did someone just have a weird since of creativity when they built it? And then its passengers started exiting it. They were wide assortment of characters, seemingly coming in all shapes in sizes. Between the dragon-like turtles to the fully robotic people, suddenly Sectonia didn't seem so strange as when they first met.

Roxas kept his mouth shut for the time being. He sort of hung around nearby the people he had already met such as Sectonia and Jesse. He'd have plenty of chances to officially meet everyone. For now it looked like there were some reunions going on and he didn't want to be rude and interrupt. Eventually though he heard a gunshot that got everyone's attention. The shooter was a nice-looking blonde lady of seemingly mixed ethnicity in an armored pink suit who then introduced herself as Princess Peach. Well, blonde was not quite accurate, because her hair was three different colors: red, blonde and white going from left to right. Another Princess? Roxas thought to himself. So that made two members of royalty on this team that he knew of. And the wildest part was that they weren't even the first royals he'd ever met in his lifetime. Still, Peach seemed a far cry from the mischievous Midna. To imagine the two standing next to each other was like looking at night and day. Peach also said that she was leader of this operation, for the most part. That would explain why she acted so much more mild-mannered and polite than Midna. Her suggestion of picnic lunch made this all sound like some kind of bizarre birthday party or family reunion. And her suggestion that they all introduce themselves to the crowd made sense, but made Roxas feel like he was sitting in on some kind of Anonymous Meeting.

The Princess herself was the first to go. As she had been this entire time she retained her politeness and seemed to be wearing the same cheerful smile the entire time. She mentioned being passionate about sports which did not surprise Roxas that much. Her sporty-looking suit and strong athletic build certainly suggested as much. But apart from this, Roxas wasn't really able to gleam much more about her. Like what kind of leader she was, or what other kind of skills she brought to the table. Roxas would just have to try and get to know her better over time.

The second to go was an armored individual who introduced himself as Big Band. He mentioned being a detective at one time, and Roxas found that rather interesting. Sounded like the kind of guy who would be great at leading investigations. But he also followed that up by saying he suffered a "twist of fortune" that forced him to walk a different path. Roxas now wondered if that armored suit of his was more than just a fashion statement. And then suddenly the man conjured up a whole band's worth of instruments and began playing a jazzy tune. Well it was no wonder why he was called Big Band, the name was apparently quite literal. He had also mentioned something called Lab Eight and Skullgirl, but Roxas unfortunately had never heard of those things before.

The next to go was the robot girl from earlier and a furry little guy Roxas recalled seeing at Mumbo's Motors. They introduced themselves as Poppi and Tora, and explained that Poppi was a machine capable of taking three different forms in order to switch up her combat specialties. And from the sounds of it, Tora was the mechanic who built and repaired her. So it was pretty clear that these two were a team, what one would call a package deal. They spoke kind of strangely, but Roxas understood what they were saying just the same. They had some words with lady with cat ears, and then that lady took her turn introducing herself.

Her name was Ms. Fortune. She called herself a dashing rogue, though whether was actually true remained to be seen. The strange part was that she could apparently split herself into pieces without dying. Roxas couldn't even fathom how that was possible. Was she another robot like Poppi? She didn't look or act mechanical, so maybe not. Or maybe she was something akin to a Replica? No, surely not, Replicas were supposed to be as human as possible so something like that would defeat that purpose. He couldn't help but notice Big Band giving her a strange look. Was there some kind of history that no one was aware of?

Roxas' thoughts were interrupted when the incredibly enthusiastic psychic kid spoke up. At first he shot a bunch of curious questions at Ms. Fortune but then went on to introduce himself as Razputin Aquato, Raz for short. He called himself a Psychonaut, and further explained that this was a title given to a special kind of soldier able to combat enemies using mental psychic powers. And apparently he could even jump into people's minds and explore their thoughts and feelings. Wait does that mean he can read minds? He's not reading my mind right now, is he? But he listened further as Raz explained that he was also a capable athlete good at climbing and jumping and other such feats. And apparently he would die if he ever went into water. That's not exactly something I would just share with a bunch of people I met for the first time. But the more Roxas thought about how forthright Raz was, the more he started reminding Roxas of Sora in some ways. Yeah Raz and Sora would definitely get along well, Roxas figured.

Next up was a masked man dressed in red. He didn't give his name, instead using the codename Wonder Red. He said he was with an intergalactic defense force known as the CENTINELS which he said numbered 100. He didn't divulge any information about his abilities, and also explained that he wished for he and his team to maintain a level of secrecy regarding their true identities. It sounded like this was for security reasons, and being a new guy, Roxas wasn't about argue with him. He mentioned someone named Commander Nelson, and that was where he ended his introduction. He was very different from others, very professional and by-the-book. Honestly a far cry from a lot of the other very informal introductions that had been made.

Well... guess I've waited around long enough. Roxas silently walked up to the table and hopped up on top of it. At this point he now found himself right next to Princess Peach, and he knew his black coat would be drawing stares from the Seekers, "It's nice to meet you, Your Highness." Roxas said with a quick bow and then turned and faced the crowd, "And it's nice to meet you all, too. I'm Roxas... and I used to be in Organization XIII." he paused in order to give everyone a chance to take that in and to gauge their responses before continuing, "But that was a long time ago, and they're my enemy now. Sectonia told me you've had some encounters with people claiming to be Organization XIII. If that's true, then I need to find out what they're planning and stop them if I have to."

He was beginning to realize that his introduction was a bit to down-to-business but he continued, "I promise I'll tell you all I can about them, but I can already tell my information might be a bit outdated. I asked to join you because some of my closest friends are missing and I'm worried that Organization XIII might be involved. I also promise I'll help you with the mission you're on. All I ask is for some help finding my friends, and maybe some backup if it comes down to a fight between me and the Organization." at this point he let himself lean forward for a bow. And then he straightened up and held out his hand, summoning Oblivion for them all to see, "I also happen to be a Keyblade Wielder like the Master of Masters. But," he then summoned Oathkeeper, "I can use two. I've got some magic I can fall back on in addition to a few other tricks I won't go into detail about here. If you'll have me as a Seeker that is." feeling that was about all he could say for now, he stepped down from the table and bowed one last time to Peach, "Thanks for giving me a chance to speak."
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