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@Letter Bee He isn't, but he perceives himself as weak. As an apprentice he was always weaker than Retsam, even before the his senior began channelling the darkness. His standard of strength is just ridiculously high.
@Letter Bee he'll work with the party, but won't train with them. He doesn't want to show his perceived weakness to anyone.
Ryteb stood up, tired of all this talk of 'science'. Moving towards the door, saying simply: "I don't train with darkness." The mage utilised his elemental magic to create a smokescreen to hide his direction from the others.

He kept moving, trying to find a secluded spot where nobody would disturb him. His searching soon brought him to the rooftops, where he eventually found a small alcove big enough for him to meditate in. Entering into a comfortable sitting position, he began to delve into his subconsciousness. It was the one place he could truly train his magic.

He had discovered this technique by accident years ago, a fair while before they had started meddling with the darkness. It looked the same as it had back then, a circular room with the yin-yang symbol for the floor. In the dots were doors, both of them locked tight. The first time he entered this place a voice had spoken to him. It had said; "One day you will have to make a choice. Will you be a light within darkness, or will you be a darkness within the light?" The young Ryteb told his mentor about this dream-like state, and Odin taught his student two techniques, how to avoid being drawn into his subconscious, and how to enter it. Over the years, he had found that the room could make doors to his memories, which he could use for training, or just to see his mentor again.

"Take me to the Heartless Invasion of Terra Atum." He said, summoning his keyblade. A door appeared leading him to fields of Heartless. He knew that if he died here he'd just be returned to the door room, but this scene always terrified him. After a moments hesitation, he began to fight, using a left handed sword style so that his right hand was free for casting. He had to become strong, strong enough that he'd never have to rely on the darkness again.
@Arty Fox No.
@Letter Bee Sorry, I haven't really used RPGuild before, and wasn't really aware of any rules like that.
Ryteb waved his hand, and the face broke apart into a thousand fiery butterflies, that flew off and evaporated. It took some time for him to think of a response to the woman, Cheese, and frankly he wasn't entirely sure himself. Deciding to move away from fire for now, he made an arcane gesture. Water flowed out from cracks in the ground to form a sphere in his hand, about the size of an apple, which he began to toss around like a ball.

"The whims of the elements are... complicated." Ryteb explained, turning the ball into a pair of dancers and had them begin a waltz around him, "I was never much good at the theoretical stuff, but I'll give it a shot. My magic works by channelling the elements through my body, my mind giving shape to the form they take. Sometimes I get a bit distracted and... lurch."

This wasn't entirely false, but also wasn't entirely true. He knew the reason lay with his arm, but gods be damned if he'd tell them about that. Never in a million years would Ryteb admit that he possessed anything that linked him to the darkness. He could still see Retsam laughing as the darkness swallowed Terra Atum. The pain of that loss throbbed in his heart, just as the fire of revenge burned just as brightly.

Upon hearing the central figure's response, the dancers splashed to the floor as the magic was cancelled. Ryteb smirked and said: "Then I guess you're goals and mine link up for now. Honestly, I don't particularly give a damn about the Princesses, nor this Ascot guy, but if I can remove Retsam from the Multiverse, then count me on board."
Ryteb rubbed his arm nervously. During the mop up of the Heartless, he had sneaked off to take a peek at it, and the sight make him anxious. The wards that kept the darkness locked to his arm were fading, and small tendrils of darkness were beginning to climb their way up his bicep. To distract himself, he conjured up a couple of flame soldiers, and had them fight each other. In a way it was relaxing to just focus on controlling the flames, making the dangerous element into a tame plaything.

As they fought, one of the fighters began to turn black and become more monstrous. The black soldier picked up the other one with one hand, and smashed him into the table, the two exploding into a small purple firework. Looking up, he realised that people were staring at him. Presumably they wanted him to introduce himself.

"Uh... Hi." he said, still a bit unnerved, "I'm Ryteb, former apprentice of the elemental archmage of Terra Atum, Odin Stone. I'm looking for this guy, have you seen him?"

Saying that, he waved his hand, as more flames appeared, taking the form of a man in his early twenties, with black hair and piercing orange eyes.
As the snake heads lashed out towards Ryteb, a foreign instinct took over his body. Raising his hand, he whispered: "Begone."
For a second, his eyes turned entirely yellow, and then the snakes were pushed back by some invisible force. Coming back to his senses, Ryteb felt a shooting pain up his arm. The ward was weakening, gods damn it. This was no time to worry though, as A) the snake heads were coming back, and B) people might still be able to use his help.

Speaking of helping people, he heard a girl's shout. But why did she want some cheese? These people were definitely weird. Grabbing his keyblade, he fought his way through the tendrils until he reached a girl standing near a clump of tentacles. There seemed to be something trapped in there, but it certainly didn't look human. In fact, it looked like that time he had tried to send a guinea pig through the mail teleporter. Not a pretty sight. Especially not for the guinea pig.

"Is this really the time to be eating?" he said, "I mean, I could probably create some shaved ice, but cheese is pretty hard to make. Especially without milk..."
@Letter Bee Honestly, a giant tentacle monster kind of overshadows most other things.
Ryteb dodged back from the tentacles, using Aero to both move himself and push back the tentacles. Were snake monsters common on this world, or was he just unlucky? Seeing that they were coming at him from three sides, he felt like the latter was a more accurate statement. Pointing his keyblade at the ground, he whispered: "Aerora."

The spell sent him fifteen feet up into the air. Wrapping himself in the wind, he turned in midair, and landed on the nearest availible landing spot. Another tendril, though this one was holding a guy upside down in the air. A guy with a strange looking box for a head. Weird. Standing on the tendril, his arm twinged even more than it had before. It seemed like the darkness was calling out to itself. 'Put that on the backburner.' he thought to himself, 'this guy needs help.'

"Hey, how's it hanging?" Ryteb joked, batting away attacking tendrils with his keyblade while trying to stay on the swaying tendril, "I know this might be difficult, but try to brace yourself. Thundera!"

As he spoke the words, he raised his keyblade. A small cloud formed, and rained down lightning in a five foot radius around Ryteb. Like he planned, the shock caused the tendril to release the box man. Unfortunately, it also caused the tendril to buck, and send Ryteb crashing to the ground. Where there were a bunch of snake heads that looked fairly pissed off were waiting for him.

"Uh... nice demon snakes?" He laughed nervously.
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