((Collab between Letter Bee, Gentelmanvaultboy, and Arty Fox))
Cheese and Mac stood next to each other huddled beneath the makeshift umbrella that was her jacket, unfortunately for them it wasn't a very good umbrella so they were still soaked through from the rain.
"Actually we're just looking for someone." Mac spoke. "Judey or something?"
"Judah." v2 and Cheese spoke at the same time, somehow with the same amount of disappointment in their voices.
"Right, him." Mac nodded slightly. "Any idea where we might find him?"
Cheese looked the man standing before them up and down with utmost certainty that he was in fact Judah bin Issac. For one he held a keyblade, and for another he gave off an air of someone very powerful despite just simply standing there with the warehouse behind him. Why Mac was playing this silly game she had no idea.
"He is right there." v2 said, tilting his head at Mac. "It is obvious."
"Well someone obviously missed out on the 'sarcasm' function of your coding." Mac mumbled.
Judah bin Issac stared at the group warily, before saying:
"Well, it seems that this is more...ominous than I thought. There are many reasons for you guys to be after me, and few of them are good." With that, he pointed his Keyblade upward, enveloping the group in a wide barrier that pushed away the packs of surprised civilians, keeping them safe.
"Now," he said, "tell me, who sent you? The Nazis or the Soviets? Or are you other enemies?" Taking a fighting stance, Judah began manifesting a nimbus of Light...
"Do we look like Nazis!?" Mac almost shouted with more than a hint of panic in his voice.
"The Byzantine Empire." v2 answered truthfully. They really wouldn't have sent them in without trying to make contact with this man.
"Emperor Michael sent us." Cheese followed suit to V2 trying to explaining their reasons for being there. She had already placed herself between her companions and Judah. "He asked us to request your strength and further our cause to defeat the Seekers of Darkness."
"You are keyblader, are you not?" Cheese paused, awaiting his response.
"Do you think this guys even knows about other worlds?" Mac asked V2, hopefully quiet enough that Judah wouldn't hear him. "I mean, I'm not entirely certain it's really common knowledge. Wasn't in my world anyway."
"I do not believe the Empire would not have attempted contact with a talented Keyblade Master, had they known of his existence." v2 explained.
"All right, you're uttering nonsense," Judan bin Issac spoke, drawing his Keyblade. "If you won't tell me anything..." the earth would then begin to quake, "prepare to die."
v2's head hangs forward, an audible screech of metal on metal ringing out.
And with that, the earth underneath the trio shot up to spikes!
Mac wasn't fast enough and while he had managed to stumble away from being skewered he instead earned a number of ugly gashes up his legs. With a cry of pain Mac brought his own Keyblade into being. Out of clumsy instinct he moved to the side away from the spikes and cast a quick look at v2.
"You okay?" Mac didn't have high hopes though as to the answer.
v2's reflexes had carried him in the opposite direction from Mac as soon as he had noticed the spikes beginning to form. It had helped that he'd been looking down. "Angry with myself but otherwise unharmed."
Cheese had let go of her spell at this point prompting further gasps and cries from the civilians around them. Her attention was now set solely on Judah. In a blink of an eye where there had been one of her there now stood three of Cheese with eyes shining violet but completely unarmed.
"Judah, we aren't here to fight you." Her voice was slightly strained.
"Our intentions are entirely peaceful." v2 said, stepping forward arms spread. His helmet clattered to the ground as he stepped past the three Cheese.
"Please don't attack." Mac chose to stay where he was very much on guard to his surroundings. "It's somewhat painful."
"All right," spoke Judah. "So...The Empire; that means that you're allied with the Moogles, right? Never trusted them; their mercantile ways sound like people's stereotypes of us."
"Fair enough." Cheese spoke, after sharing a bemused glance towards Mac.
The forms of the three Cheeses shimmered and then were replaced with just one. She remained on guard though. Even though the situation appeared to have calmed somewhat there was still an uneasy tension between them that demanded she stay on guard.
"I apologize. I had assumed that you were aware of the situation, as the Empire was aware of you." v2. It was actually annoying. Here was a real boy they could have collected, in place of the substitute they had settled with. "Have you been contacted at all by agents from other worlds? I would like to understand how much you already know."
"Could we go inside first?" Mac asked from behind them.
Cheese hadn't reapplied her spell making their little group very noticeable to the citizens around them. No doubt they had very quickly become the latest piece of gossip.
"Let's go to mine and Lucy's mechanics shop," spoke Judah, lowering the barrier before, with a tap of his Keyblade, conjuring up umbrellas made up of artificial fibers and plastic handles.
"One of the few things the Moogles are good for," he would then turn to v2, and say:
"I was contacted by Moogles and one of their allies, a Greek so-called 'Excubitor'. I drove them away. Anyway, I'll guide you to the mechanics shop now," Judah said as he went off at a brisk pace.
"Told you my good luck charms were powerful." Cheese grinned beneath her umbrella. "You two okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine." Mac dispelled the keyblade and took his own umbrella from Cheese as he handed another to V2. "Cuts didn't go all that deep any way, just looks and stings like hell."
"No physical damage." v2 said as he looked at his own umbrella and replaced his helmet under his arm.
And with that, they all went off, to see Lucy...
