In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
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"The information I have gathered about the enemy isn't much to face them just yet. We need to prepare ourselves and plan our attack in the shadows... and when the time comes to strike I expect all of us to be willing to give our lives." That was about all he heard.
When Mikhail finished speaking, he began. "On my homeworld, I was a general and a fighter. Before that, I was an engineering student; I was pretty good, too. You have my sword, although I hope that you make full use of my abilities. If we collaborate, I'll do whatever I can to organize your information or your resources. I have also trained starting swordsmen. The only problem may be Deathblade. You'll have to convince him, too. He's pretty irritated at the time I've taken, already. He'll want to talk to you soon. I'm also stuck here. Now, I'm just rambling. Tell me what you want me to do for the moment." He finally sat down in a chair across from Mikhail and adjusted his weapons to sit more comfortably.
A wide grin emerged from the pyromancer's face, gracing his features upon learning his plan had worked this time. This filled him with quite the wave of relief; he wouldn't go back to Traverse Town empty-handed after all. Though Shiro had refused to joined the Guardians just yet, Mikhail knew he would be drawn to them in time. He'd be faced with the decision upon witnessing the havoc and chaos showing their stripes throught the worlds. But that could wait; the man was satisfied with the things he had achieved that day.
"I am glad to have your support, be sure that you will be an active part of the organization. Your sword shall be able to cut through the enemy lines and your skills shall give us a technological advantage. I am pleased." The man stated, eyeying Saxen as he mentioned the other entity within him, one going by the name of "Deathblade". Mikhail nodded, understanding the situation... somewhat. "Of course, if you wish I'll have a word with him."
He folded his arms across his chest, watching the boy as he wandered about the "transformation" he would probably see. It had sparked his curiosity and he wasn't going anywhere until his curiosity got properly fed.
Saxen tried to relax as Deathblade took over. The metal helmet formed over his head as the bodysuit formed. Deathblade leaned forward, put his right arm on the table, and formed blades on his forearm. It was only meant a an intimidation tactic, not a threat. At least, not yet. "Saxen may join the first person to tell him he can make a difference, but I won't. How do I know I can trust you? If the Dark XII are so dangerous, why is so little known about them? You should at least be able to gather some information on their tactics. Prove to me that I can trust you, and I'll be willing to join you." Deathblade then sat back a little bit and pulled up his other arm. He formed blades on that arm, too. He watched Mikhail and tried to read his expression.
The blue-eyed boy listened lazily as he sipped his tea, his dark brown hair covering his face. He sat only a few feet away, supposedly minding his own business. But eventually boredom took over and he found it within his Heart to eavesdrop. And the information he found was quite interesting.
Sin took another drink and drew on his napkin with a pen. He drew a man that he worked under, or used to. Elaeus. The Earth-wielder. A destructive force of nature. The Dark XII CEO had taken him prisoner to use his own "Other Entity". Only his wasn't so obvious. Sin had a Darkness deep within the skin, one that hungered for Hearts. A human with a parasitic Heartless, he was a prime target for the Dark XII. Only lately, they had forgotten about him. Not that he was complaining.
He turned to the others. "He has a point." Sin had to agree with the odd Deathblade character. "I saw one of them once. Queer peoples, they are, all dark and whatnot. How can ya beat somebody who can just vanish away into your own shadows?"
((Yay, this should be interesting... though a PM would've been appreciated *points at title*))
He simply relaxed, eyes of blue filled with curiosity as he continued to watch the shift between both beings. Mikhail had never seen something like that in all of his years of traveling and he was sure that Elona had lacked beings with such abilities. His calm self was not lost, though, as he sensed the other being would not bring harm to him, liimiting himself to blink when the helmet was forged and to wiggle his nose when the blades were drawn. Deathblade's tactis would not work and he'd not be intimidated by them in the slightest. The man could still hear the echoes imprinted deep within his core by the horrible tactics and tortures he had survived.
Deathblade began to address him almost immediately, bombarding him with the usual questions coming from an unwilling soul. Mikhail did not even flinch when the symbiote's other arm was covered with similar weapons; this was child's play compared to what he'd lived.
However, before he could reply another had joined the conversation. For the first time in the evening he tensed up, quickly going to rely on his passive ability. Who was this person? Had he been spying on their conversation all along? This was not good... he shouldn't have gotten that careless. Mikhail began to analyze this man's aura, finding a strong presence of the pyro element within him. A small stench of darkness could be detected as well... so well hidden that it could be easily overlooked. His brow furrowed as he turned to face him; he seemed to have had his own run-ins with the Dark XII.
"Regarding your first question, Deathblade, I shall answer with another question: How do you know you can't trust me? The Dark XII are a secret organization, and as something secret knowledge of their existance is not something to be considered as common knowledge." He closed his eyes, turning to face the newcomer before opening them once again. "I believe you can defeat the shadows and its children by exposing them to their own weakness, their poison. As mere representations of darkness, one can be obviously led to believe that its plain opposite would do the trick. Facing darkness with light might be the safest option to success."
"And believe me," he said, turning back to Deathblade as he managed to take his calm tone once more. "I have done some homework on them, it is necessary to do so before even thinking about opposing them. However, such information is not to be given freely..."
Deathblade sat back and retracted the blades seeing Mikhails calm composure and another man that looked about Saxen's age came over and Started talking about the Dark XII. So, they're strong and dark, just like Mikhail said. "Alright, then," Deathblade started in response to Mikhail's question, "I never said that I knew I couldn't trust you, I'm just being careful. Although, it seems I got my proof. We're with you." He shifted his attention to the stranger. "How powerful are the Dark XII?" he asked. He started thinking about how powerful a person he could deal with, trying to run through possible ability sets based on heartless he had fought before as he waited for some information to add to his estimates.
(( D: Yeah, I noticed afterwards. Kinda blind, I need to buy new contacts. Sorry!))
Sin just listened. So... Mikhail was studying them, the Dark XII. That was interesting. Because there wasn't much left to study. Sin could still feel their shackles, somewhere in the Void, but as for now they were off the map. Did he know this? Did he know of their power? Elaeus, the earth bender. Seed, destruction embodied. Lea, the black flames.
They were all too powerful. Elaeus was able to break him easily, merely by threatening to shatter his crystals. His Synthesis crystals that were hidden in his arm, each of which held the Heart of a person almost killed by the Heartless. They were always with him, helping him, even though their bodies were left behind. Except that black crystal. The Dark Crystal. A destructive, parasitic being curled within, threatening to break the moment he was overcome by fury or despair. They took advantage of that and threatened to lull the creature from its sleep.
"The Dark XII..." The teenager looked up thoughtfully. "Power-level, I'd say a bit higher than those Keybladers. You see, when you give in to the Darkness, you get all kinds of odd strengths. I suppose it's saying it's easier to fall for sin and power, but it shows purity and morality when you abstain from Darkness... An inner strength perhaps?"
Mikhail was quite relieved when Deathblade agreed to help him; this was great... no, this was far more than great. This was fantastic. His stay in Radiant Garden had not been in vain after all and he was sure glad that an opposite scenario hadn't butted its nose into his affairs like usual. A wide grin graced his features as he nodded in appreciation just before turning to face the newcomer. There was something... quite special in him. It could be that dark spot he had sensed moments earlier, though it was highly unlikely.
It looked pretty normal to him, hell it was fainter than Mikhail's own darkness.
The pyromancer blinked, listening carefully to all he had to say about the Dark XII. So they were kind of special, weren't they? The five young warriors he had briefly met at Disney Castle, all carrying this "Keyblade" along as their weapon. A short trip to the Destiny Islands was sure a must as they would need similar weapons to really get an upper hand. His brow furrowed as he continued to analyze the younger man's words, closing his eyes before speaking once more.
"They are quite powerful, indeed. One should not get too overconfident around one of them as their resourcefulness is quite a deadly one. However while succumbing to darkness gave them power in a way, I am sure it blinded them concerning other aspects. In order to defeat the group as a whole one must find and exploit such weaknesses. The same case would apply to those alligned a bit too much with the light. We are all made of both, light and dark for a reason."
Deathblade heard a couple of words that didn't mean much to him. "Keybladers?" he asked. "They're just people with fancy swords, right?" He heard Mikhail say they were all made of light and dark for a reason. He chuckled at that. The difference in tactics between him and Saxen had been troublesome on many occassions. Deathblade was getting irritated at all of the backwards and oblique answers they were getting. "Okay, why don't we compile all of the information we have about the Dark XII into one collaborative file? I can store it all in DNA and translate it into a disk format. That way, Mikhail, you can have it, copy it, and use it however you like." He got ready to start the process and waited for a response.
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Mikhail's eyes were fixed on Deathblade as the later spoke, listening to every single word of his explanation. Quite frankly, the pyromancer wasn't too sure about this... DNA processing thingy. It sounded quite strange and... unnatural. Well, now that he thought about it, nothing that had happened to him since he left his homeworld could fall into the "natural" category. His brow furrowed as he wondered if he should agree or not...
"Pardon me, I don't seem to understand. You'll store the information... in your DNA and then convert it into a disk? Wouldn't that change your overall body structure or have secondary effects?" Mikhail didn't want the symbiote to get himself killed while doing this crazy operation. But he'd leave him off the hook after he explained all of this to him. Luckily he was carrying a copy of his Dark XII report just in case...
The pyromancer suddenly remembered about the other one's presence among them, turning around to face him. "I must apologize, I never introduced myself. I'm Mikhail, and you are...?" he said, offering his hand for Sin to shake as he wondered if letting him stay with them was a good idea...
Oh well, it couldn't be too bad. After all, with all those negative emotions and thoughts against the Dark XII it was highly unlikely that he'd be associated with them... perhaps Mikhail could ask him if he was interested in joining the Guardians later on?
When Mikhail voiced his concerns about the procedure Deathblade mentioned, he started to laugh. He stopped after a short moment, though. "This process will have no ill effects. The change will only occur in a handful of cells and will be carefully monitered. If anything were to go wrong, my body would automatically destroy the cells. So, are we doing this?" He sat back as he talked, relaxing in his chair. He formed a link with Saxen so he could listen to everything being said, and possibly input if there was anything important he had to say.
Cells? That didn't sound natural whatsoever. Sin watched the man with interest. Definitely a dark character. It was kind of normal now, though. Actually... It was expected. It was always easier to fall to sin, so when he thought about it, eighty percent of the Worlds' population was like this guy on the inside.
"Me? I'm Syn. With a "y"," he responded to Mikhael. "And about the cellular whatever, I am not totally sure I want my DNA imprinted on anything. That's kinda scary to think about."
As for Mikhail, he seemed nice enough. What was his purpose? What was this "organization"? Sin would have to watch for a while, it seemed.
Mikhail nodded as Deathblade spoke about the process, understanding what he was trying to say... or at least, the pyromancer was trying to understand this strange "ability". He would remain true to his word, though, deciding to drop the subject and proceed with the DNA conversion process... or whatever it was.
He didn't really understand all of that scientific jazz. After all, he had grown up in a world where kingdoms ruled and fought with blades and spears and where soldiers rode horses and used catapults and trebuchets to strike. There was only so much he had learned in four short years and just enough time to understand it.
"Nice to meet you Syn, call me Mikhail." He offered him a small nod before turning to look at the symbiote once more, one that sure looked impatient. The pyromancer's brow furrowed as he pulled a file out of his dark cloak, knowing that they would probably need it for the thingy-ma-thingy Deathblade was about to do. "All right, what do you need me to do?"
