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SavoAzazel walked through the streets of Twilight Town, observing everyone and seeing who was a Keyblade wielder and who was a normal civilian. He reflected on his journey here and shuddered. It was taking time to get used to this new power of his Keyblade. It appeared in his hand for a moment but quickly disappeared.
Some Heartless appeared around him and he growled. They were pathetic, the most base form of monster to be encountered. Shadows, no emblem and no special powers. They sunk through the shadows and attacked with animalistic fury. Azazel raised his hand and his Keyblade appeared. A wind swept through the area and knocked them all into a wall, dispersing them with ease. Anyone nearby would feel the strong breeze and recognize it as magic with ease. As long as they knew what magic was of course. His Keyblade disappeared once he recognized the threat was gone.
Azazel walked to a nearby Ice Cream stand and decided to order the local delicacy. He put the munny down on the counter and ate his Sea Salt Ice Cream quietly. As he ate he noted the man with two Keyblades as he attacked some girl who appeared through a dark portal. A shame really, he could've learned something from her. Azazel then turned his attention to the man. He was most likely the guy who organized the meeting between all of the Keyblade users, a fool if he had ever seen one. Neutrality was not an option in this war, you fought or you were slaughtered by those who fought. Azazel shook his head and walked towards the Clock Tower. Perhaps he could observe the meeting from there, it was a good vantage point.
After arriving at the Clock Tower, Azazel used some basic Magnet Magic to stick to the wall and walk up the Clock Tower. He stopped walking about halfway up and watched to see what would happen at the meeting.
Some Heartless appeared around him and he growled. They were pathetic, the most base form of monster to be encountered. Shadows, no emblem and no special powers. They sunk through the shadows and attacked with animalistic fury. Azazel raised his hand and his Keyblade appeared. A wind swept through the area and knocked them all into a wall, dispersing them with ease. Anyone nearby would feel the strong breeze and recognize it as magic with ease. As long as they knew what magic was of course. His Keyblade disappeared once he recognized the threat was gone.
Azazel walked to a nearby Ice Cream stand and decided to order the local delicacy. He put the munny down on the counter and ate his Sea Salt Ice Cream quietly. As he ate he noted the man with two Keyblades as he attacked some girl who appeared through a dark portal. A shame really, he could've learned something from her. Azazel then turned his attention to the man. He was most likely the guy who organized the meeting between all of the Keyblade users, a fool if he had ever seen one. Neutrality was not an option in this war, you fought or you were slaughtered by those who fought. Azazel shook his head and walked towards the Clock Tower. Perhaps he could observe the meeting from there, it was a good vantage point.
After arriving at the Clock Tower, Azazel used some basic Magnet Magic to stick to the wall and walk up the Clock Tower. He stopped walking about halfway up and watched to see what would happen at the meeting.
