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Georgia was relieved that the sharp dressed young man said what she'd been thinking, when just wish he hadn't said it here. Surrounded by these peoples men. The emperor then dangled a bit of information he'd been looking for in front of him, trying to entice him back like a cautious fish. They also agreed to pay the bounty hunters fee. That meant they were either desperate or rich enough that throwing that money away didn't matter.

As the hologram changed and the royalty began to explain their entire mission Snope's attention had been arrested from the smell of new discovery toward the new robot raptor in the room. He pulled against the rope, and Georgia glanced over and gave him a little slack. He clattered slowly across the floor to this new friend, leaning in to give it a cautious few sniffs before ducking its head low and wiggling its hips eagerly. Then it started to jump side to side while letting out happy little chirps, trying to entice this new friend to play while everyone paid attention to the lecture.

And what a lecture it was. So not only were there these heartless things, but nobodies. Ghosts, and zombies by her understanding. She wondered if any of those were also spooking around her world.

"It's kind of comforting knowing my world's not the only one that went up in smoke." She said as she watched the missiles fly in only to get wiped from the sky. "They held it together eight years longer than we did. I have to give them props for that."

"Yep," she said when Ascot, given unlimited power, did what people always did what they always did when given unlimited power and paid for it. "Just had to push it, didn't you?"

The part about the old Keyblade Order made her uncomfortable. They were imitating the people that had ruined everything, and in their midst a villain rose up and used the ancient knowlage they'd preserved to destroy everything they'd built. Illuminates hadn't had their own Leo yet, but who knew when some stodge was going to spring up and try to reform Illuminates into a new version of the Illuminati.

Still, she could sympathize with this Leo guy. It was standard practice to question things where she was from, but any sympathy she had disappeared when she saw who he had allied with. "That's the Annunaki!" She said, eyeing the animal headed "gods" of The mathematicians army with contempt. "Noting but a bunch of delusional monsters looking for pets to pour their wine. Yeah, get him!" She shouted as she watched the gut impale Zeus.

So, independent of everything else, this Leo guy was an enemy of mankind. The humans had been slaves to the Annunaki in ancient times. Being a slave race was one of the things that made them kin to the Greys and Reptillians.

She listened intently to the great of the lecture, only just keeping herself from piping up upon learning that Tocsax was one of those Nobodies. She bit down on the questions that surged up into her mouth. Later. She could find out whether or not he had to eat later.

"So, why not just take out some of the twelve?" She asked. "Cut out the middle man, send that army right for the people looking to manipulate the world. Can't you find them on your universal spy-o-scope here?" She said, nodding her head toward the display.

That was assuming that this whole story was even true, which she had no way of confirming, but she wasn't going to bring that up in the seat of their power.
"Hold still, buddy." Georgia said, slipping the big leather harness over her velociraptors neck, working his arms though the little loops they fit inside, and buckled the thing together just under his stomach. Snopes's harness wasn't just a way yom control the excitable animal in the midst of what were undauntedly a bunch of exiting new smells and keep those jarheads waiting on the runway from shooting her beloved partner, he was also carrying all her supplies. Food, water, changes of clothes, soup, the normal stuff she'd carry into unknown territory.

She slipped her through the loop on the harness, tying it with practiced automation. She barely even had to touch it to tie her boys leash on. It was a good thing too, because the second the cockpit opened and all the new scents hit his nose Shops tried his best to leap out of the cockpit with an excited, ear piercing shriek. Snopes was not a light animal. He may have been only half her height but he more than made up for that in poundage. Age he leaped up on the side, his claws digging into the body of the ship, Georgia jumped up beside him and jumped out just a second before he could.

She hit the ground and threw up her arms as he came down matter her, catching him with a soft "oof" and holding him there while he wiggled in her arms. His head swung this way and that as he cast had a look at the strange new world he'd bee thrust into, letting out happy screeches and kicking his legs where he thought the ground would be.

She held this giant lizard as it struggled to get away and run off to who knows where, probably the nearest source of food, with casual ease. She worked her hand up under his chin to give him a good scratch, and slowly but surely the shrieks became quieter and the struggle became half hearted. Only when he was all tuckered out did she finally set him on the ground, to breath a little heavier and move around at the end of his leash to explore his surroundings in a less manic way.

Georgia took this time to take a look around too. For one thing, she was surrounded. Moat of these folks were definitely military, but she was surprised to see two boys, not much older than her, standing in command of these men. That wasn't such an odd thing in her world line, mostly because much of the adult population of mankind had perished in the reordering. There were others, though, that seemed like they were in the same position as her. A sharp dressed young man, an old guy dressed much less lavishly who looked like he'd seen his fair share of hardship, another guy slightly younger than the last with sharp eyes, and a cocky looking red haired dude.

She started forward, being lead by the small dinosaur as it clicked across the floor toward the two boy as they introduced themselves. Snopes powers his head and sniffed at Giorgios's boots as the Wizard waved his hand and suddenly the shabby looking man was decked out in the splended regalia of a soldier. She looked down at herself to see if she'd been dressed up in some kind of bal gown or something for this meeting, but to her disappointment there was no change. She sighed, "Come on, no fancy clothes for the rest of the class?" She said wistfully as they were led inside.

As she walked she let her path take her into the middle of the group. Better to be with the people in her position. "Hey all." She whispered. "I'm Georgia. Y'all got ahold of those keyblades too?" She asked, before letting her focus shift to the old guy." The armor suits you. You know, I've met actual knights in shining armor that didn't pull off this look half as well as you do. Have you been here before?"




The military guys only got more intimidation the more lavish the palace became, until finally they we're standing in the fanciest looking room with the most intimidating men. Men in black set her teeth on edge, and Snope's caught a new scent in the room, lifted his head, and started methodically sniffing the air. Then he caught something, and painted his head toward a particular pair of those guards. Georgia raised an eyebrow. It was a reaction he had to the scent of an undiscovered species.

There were cryptids in this room.

She didn't have time to contemplate this before the emperor launched into an explanation of why they had all been gathered here. An explanation of the true history peaked her interest. It wasn't that out there at first. It was regular thought where she was from that there was more than one timeline, world line, going on right beside their own. It had all been explained by a time traveller that had come back for an IBM 5100 before the end, but like most truths back then he had been dismissed as a hoax.

That bit about all timeline being originally one was new, though, and alarming. That meant that the many worlds model was, intrinsically, a falsehood if it were true. That would drive Mios up a wall, he had been trying to compile the worlds metaphysics for ages. More alarming than that, though, was the hologram the mage conjured. One where she could see, on one of the small screens, the image of the actual Mios and...of, that was her brother. All nine scaly feet of him with his claw planted right on top of the greys large head and squeezing just hard enough to pinch his loose skin together. She shrank back a little with a regretful grin. Maybe she should have at least gone back home before running off on her next adventure, no matter how urgent the moogle had insisted it was. Mios wasn't the type that could explain why she'd left in such a hurry at all tactfully.

Beyond all that though, she didn't like that these people had been watching them. She thought back to that letter, the line about the enemies that were watching them in particular. "So," she started, pulling out a spiral notepad from the pocket of the stock still Snopes (who had not stopped pointing himself in Felix's direction) and flipping it open to take notes. She'd need to find a way to verify everything she was taking down independently. "What is a heartless, then? I know they're a lot like ghosts, but are much more physical than that. They have more weight than other spectral entities, and not as many restrictions on where they can manifest. Are they intelligent? How do you tame them?"
Trying not to strain your eyes against the voice was all well and good, but once the small ship crossed into a new world you just had to sit up and pay attention.

She hadn't seen a modern city, like a real modern city, since she was ten years old and even then it had already been wrecked by violence as every doomsday prophecy ever dreamed up all came alive and started smashing into one another. Every city she's ever seen since had been gutted, either in the turmoil or long ago back in the doom and gloom days of whatever strange races had come before men took what they thought was dominance over the earth. Even the biggest towns in the underground had a ramshackle, thrown together look to them, piling together whatever building materials you could get a hold of and bolting them onto the ancient cities nestled in the hollow of the earth to create some semblance of normalcy.

What she saw when they broke though into this world line was a city alive, one that worked without you having to give it a couple of knocks to get going in the morning. As the ship slipped through the high towers of the city she could she people, humans, maybe more humans than even existed back on her earth.

She had seen pictures, but she hasn't really been able to conceptualize it. This...it was like the works before it ended. The calm before the storm, a cynical part of her mind suggested.

She didn't realize she had her nose pressed eighth up to the glass until Snopes, who had been sleeping like a good boy under her seat the whole trip, suddenly plopped up beside her in responds to her nervous energy and started making the slight hissing sound he made at anyone he thought was bothering his master in Constantinople's general direction.

She reached over, threw her arm around his neck, and pulled him in close where he calmed down, stopped his hissing, and started nuzzling her armpit like an annoying cat. She wondered if it was all right for her to bring him, but figured these people would just deal with it. If there was an adventure to go on she was taking her best friend, no exceptions.

She turned to her pilot, and saw they were flying in low to an incredibly opulent palace. "We're getting the VIP treatment, huh? Right to the big house, express. I should have worn my good jacket, now that I think about it." She said as the ship descended.
I don't plan on it happening, but at the same time I wouldn't be surprised.
Something I didn't think about before: who wants Linkle if/when her luck runs out?
I don't really a care one way or the other about having a discord, but I would have a new one if everybody else weighs in in favor of having a discord.
@Double@Gentlemanvaultboy@Ryteb Pymeroce@ShadowVentus@Nerevarine@Gentlemanvaultboy@Rex@Tenma Tendo@Jareth:

Do you guys want a Discord Server for the RP (either one I am already using or a new one)?


That's what I've been using the rp chat in your discord for already.
The hanging lamp swung back and forth from the ceiling, flickering one and off. Even if the power to Illuminates Outpost #1 was completely stable it would still be flickering. It was simply the nature of such lights, in rooms such as this, to flicker when not giving off a irritable hum.

The poor moogle was seated on a hard aluminum chair under this flickering spotlight, a few well placed books boosting it up enough so it could rest its head on the wooden table in front of it if it wanted. The poor thing shivered as a face emerged from the gloom across the table. The face of a man with an unnaturally large grin, and as the man loomed over it the moogle heard a voice in its head. Salutations, little friend, it said. Could you tell me what you told the people in the square?

"Indrid!" Came a female voice and the flip of light switches. The light, though still flickering, was now coming from many lights hanging above a drab looking circular netting room. Georgia stood by the door, hands on the switches, looking cross while Snopes sniffed around for dropped food at her feet. The man sitting across from the moogle, an uncomfortably tall sort, sat up and turned his smile toward her. She crossed her arms and walked forward. "You know all that does is make people uncomfortable."

The man tilted his head, confused. Mios suggested I speak intimately with it.

Georgia turned and looked at the rooms only other inhabitant, a three foot tall alien with a rounded grey head and big black eyes currently snickering at the moogles predicament. He stopped when he saw her look. "C'mon, it's funny. Besides, that little guy ruined my whole model." He said' swinging his hand to a bulletin board that had once been festooned with lengths of string and thumbtacks linking various pictures. Now everything lay piled on the floor, as though ripped down in rage. The grey threw his hands up in the air and jumped off the table to pace. "Heartless. Heartless! It doesn't fit. There are no logical connections. It's like they jumped right out of the blue to ruin eveything!"

"That's what they do, Kupo." The poor thing squeaked, earning it a dark look from the grey. "They must be stooooooowww."

"Oh, sorry." Georgia hadn't been listening to his short rant though. She advanced on the moogle with single minded purpose as soon as she'd seen him and pinched him right where she thought his cheek would be. "Spongy, like one of those old stress balls. Tell me, how do you breath?" She said, whipping out a pad and pen and taking a knee so she was at his level.

"Listen..."

"Is it through your skin?"

"Please..."

"Because you don't have a mouth. Follow up question, do you have a mouth and where is it?"

"This concerns the end of your world, Kupo!"

All three of them looked at one another. Then Georgia turned back and said. "Sorry to break this to you, but you're seven years too late for that party."

"Look." The moogle said, shoving the letter in their faces. As they did Georgia narrowed her. "I thought that if anyone would know where to find this worlds keybearer it would be this organization, Kupo."

"Keyblade?" Georgia said, picturing what that would look like in her head. "It look like this?" She held out her hand, and in an instant the thing appeared.




She really didn't think it looked all that much like a key. The handle sort of did, being silver and surrounded by rounded edges that, when she thought about it, sort of reminded her of a flying saucer. Where the...blade part...met the handle it was engraved with the illuminates crest, the inverted pyramid with the all seeing eye. The actual blade, if you could call it that, was just a pair of big spoons twisted together with the bits at the end bend backwards.

She supposed it did sort of look like a key, if you turned your head and squinted. What it definitely didn't look like a a blade. It didn't look like you could cut butter with the thing.

Looks could be deceiving, though. She at least knew that. Her family was a bunch of shape shifters, after all. Even if they hadn't been, she'd seen what this thing could do when she'd been assaulted by those "heartless" cryptids out in the wild.

When she'd found her way back to what passed for civilization these days she'd found she wasn't alone in the experience. Merchants and other Illuminates had been reporting sightings of these strange, new, incredibly hostile creatures. For now they mostly seemed to be confined to the surface continent of my, in the center of the great reptillain empire that resided there. There had been theories, of course. Tulpa was a popular frontrunner, an alien plot, a new undiscoverd variety of shadow people, but after a time the word Heartless had started being applied to them.

The source of that word, it had tuned out, had been the small creature currently piloting this deceptively comfy little ship though, well, another dimension. Once the little guy had laid eyes on that key he'd insisted she accompany him to Constantinople, which Indrid had informed her was old Istanbul. When she asked why it wasn't called that any more, he'd just told her that was nobodies business but the Turks. Then he'd chuckled cryptically and vanished when she'd looked away, as he did.

She didn't know what she was suppose to do about this Heartless business, but that didn't matter. These were new, strange, totally unknown creature they were dealing with. It was her job to shed light on the things that lurked in the dark, he duty as an Illuminates agent. If there was any information to be had on these things on some far off world, that was worth checking out.

More than that, though, there was that line about enemies. Watching her. The thought of something invisible watching her and her people, spying on them without their knowledge, turned her stomach. Maybe it was just paranoia, but then again it had all been dismissed as paranoid before and look at where they'd ended up after doing that.

She leaned back and tried not to stare out into the void too hard as the ship made its way to Rnnovation.


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