Welcome to Kingdom Hearts: World Destiny! We are an AU Kingdom Hearts RP with no word count. World Destiny's story takes place post Dream Drop Distance, at which point we make considerable steps in our own story direction. Feel free to check out the Plot link to find out more!
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Nightfall: Chapter 2
Two years after the events of Dream Drop Distance, the Darkness became so great that it swallowed the worlds, locking them away within its merciless abyss.
Twilight Town, now covered in eternal night, stands as one of last Sanctuaries of Light. It is where players begin their journey.
Ever resourceful, the Moogles have created a safe place for refugees. They have charged the Denizens of Light with finding Castle Oblivion: it holds a key to the puzzle of the lost worlds.
But within the dark shadows of the sanctuary world a powerful dark force still looms, waiting to strike. Each survivor must choose whether to go to Castle Oblivion or stay behind to protect the world from the dragon that lurks in the shadows.
It had been some considerable while since Rook had ventured this far into the heart of the town. While reconstruction in the way of turning Hollow Bastion fully back into a Radiant Garden had been largely accomplished, bits and pieces of various city sites were still in the process of putting the walls back up, so to speak.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he carried onward, looking up as some of the buildings and aqueducts became less of stone and more of wood framing. And it was there he saw another Soldier Heartless. One of nearly a dozen he had encountered over the past few days. The dark creature clawed at the scaffolding, aiming to bring the site crashing down.
Rook pulled his hands out of his pockets, and clenched his fists, "Crazy beast," he whispered, dashing forward, and grabbing it around its bulbous helmet to stop it from causing any more damage.
The Soldier began to shake in its armor, a loud clattering noise in what Rook took as a struggle to get free. But as the familiar sound of dark portals sprouted nearby, he realized it was sounding for backup.
He turned around, latching onto the Heartless tightly, and counted three more, swaying back and forth as they looked on. With the tide turned, Rook looked down to his captive and pushed it to the ground. "Guard light," he whispered, as a luminescence traveled from his body, colliding with the Soldier's chest, ending it.
He was down on one knee and vulnerable, while the other Heartless began to move in. He furrowed his face into a determined stare and raised his fist again to protect himself.
"There it goes!" There was an arcing of electricity from the top of the scaffolding, followed by the sound of a machine warming up. Power surged down the lines, forming into puddles of blue data on the ground. In the blink of an eye, the puddles floated over to the heartless, positioned underneath them, and exploded, launching the heartless into the air with a ba-woop noise.
Cid, having finished fixing the "damn %$#@ thing" again, jumped off the platform and speared the heartless in mid-air, and, of course, posed as he landed. Then, he stood up, turned around, and started to walk off.
Rook stood, a raised eyebrow in the direction of the older male, "Thanks for the assist," he called after him, "I've taken on a lot of Heartless in my time, but the larger numbers always worry me, y'know?"
He didn't want to make a scene, but he called out again, "You must be Cid, right? Part of the Restoration Committee? I can't thank you enough for lending a hand in everything you all have done here." He winced, Great, he thought to himself, He probably thinks I'm just some adoring fan of a war hero. Great way to make friends, Rook...
Post by Jason Arilani on Mar 17, 2008 17:54:51 GMT -4
((Hope you dont mind me joining in!))
Watching the man take out the heartless, but then get surrounded by more, and the other man jumping in to help, Jason listened in. Hearing the name Cid uttered from the first man's mouth, Jason looked in his orb to see exactly what was going on down below. This was exactly where he needed to be, but why, he wondered. Jumping down, he landed next to the two, attacking yet another heartless that was coming up behind Rook. "It would be best to watch your back, even with a fellow ally beside you." Jason said, extending a hand to each of them and then adding. "My name is Jason."
Rook gave Jason a curt nod, "I grew up and survived here in the Hollow Bastion when it was teeming with more Heartless than living people, I can watch my own back," he said, unsurprised as the Heartless Jason destroyed vanished, "But its never a bad thing to have a hand lent to you. Call me Rook, Jason, it's a pleasure to meet you." He extended his hand.
He looked up after Cid, who looked to have not heard Rook's own comments about him, or at least hadn't reacted yet. He shrugged softly, thinking it was perhaps better. A wave or a nod would do just as well if the man had ever turned back to him. Rook turned his attention back to Jason, "So what are you doing this far into the reconstruction zone? It isn't usually busy unless the Committee has things going on here."
((Sorry about that. Got a bit overzealous about posting ))
Rook held up his hands, showing them palm and back, "This is all I ever used, this is all I'll probably ever stick with," he said with a soft smile. He nodded again in thanks for the assistance.
But as the claymore targeted Jason, Rook again took a defensive stance, "Cid, I think your machine needs some fine-tuning!" He moved to give Jason a hand, but warily stalled, his eyes darting about, misunderstanding and afraid that one of the security measures may target him, "Jason, you hurt?"
Post by Jason Arilani on Mar 18, 2008 21:30:46 GMT -4
As he listened to Rook's comments, Jason was about to respond before he was slightly knocked back by one of the claymores. "Ugh!" He grunted as he got up to see that Rook was hesitating to help him. "I suppose thats the price I have to pay for entering a world where there is a security system meant to attack those labeled as enemies. Oh great. This is certainly going to be fun." He said as he looked at the two who seemed that they were quite stunned. "I suppose I have no choice. I may not be an enemy of you, but I am, indeed, a Nobody. Hence why this infernal security system means to target me." He then held out his orb and said "Cure!" He glowed with a green light, and was healed, but he noticed that more Claymores were starting to get attracted to him. "Oh, what fun..." He said sarcastically as he dodged the claymores. As he continued to manuver (sp?) around them, he said "Isnt there a place in this town where I wont get attacked?" Then launching a fire spell directly at one of the claymores coming at him.
Cid watched as the silver boy got bounced up into the air. "My machine seems to be working just fine. And no, there is no where in the city un-pro-tec-ted against your #$%*& kind."
Cid watched as a fire spell scorched the ground after passing through the data, having no effect on the claymore. If the system was having trouble hitting something, it would use more energy. Because of this, it would not waste energy. Cid was very proud of this fact, although it rarely ever happened to speed up. Only high level creeps could last that long. As it was, they were coming every few seconds. If he even stopped to breath, the monster would die.
Rook watched on in mute dread. Jason is a Nobody? But didn't he just help me? I thought Nobodies didn't worry about things like that... His thoughts felt so sped and rushed it was like he was rambling inside his own head. Damn my sense of loyalty, Rook growled at himself. Someone risked their neck to help him, and now all he could do is watch as his ally was mowed down by some machine's lack of know-how.
"Hnn... Guard Light!" His prayer was more like a barking order, as he aimed his bowed palms outward, and fired a pulse of light at Jason. It missed, striking the scaffolding the Heartless had been attacking earlier. With a loud 'crack', it began to buckle and fall.
Post by Jason Arilani on Mar 22, 2008 23:13:57 GMT -4
"My Kind?! Last I checked, I wasnt an enemy of yours! Look out!" He yelled as he launched a spell of Fire again at a Heartless that was starting to head toward Cid. Hitting it directly, it dissappeared into the darkness, and was lost. Then he continued dodging the claymores. He didnt need to worry about stopping anytime soon, but should he have to, he would just warp into darkness for a bit, then come back here and there.
But before he could do that, he was in front of the scaffolding he was at earlier. Just then, he heard Rook's words. It seemed that he was launching something at him, like a big ball of light. It went right passed him, but Jason started wondering. "There must be something wrong with you. I am not your enemy!" He yelled as he saw more and more claymores covering the ground. It was going to be tough, and with them being data, he was unable to attack them. Continuing to dodge, he was half tempted to just leave them, or attack them himself. He was unsure, but that choice would be made later.
((I'm dragging in Sephiroth in with me. So, if you please, wait for him to post after me.))
The alert had been minor, at first. Tron generally kept everything in order, and the security system took care of the rest, but when you're rooting through the system for research and the whole damn thing screams at you in annoying red alerts that one of there was a threat the system couldn't exactly take care of immediately, there was a problem. The claymore system was a rather ingenious invention on Cid's part.
But that did not mean Leon liked having to put up with every little creature that decided to crawl its way out of the darkness. But it was a simple matter getting to one of the construction sites, untucking bullets from the inside pocket of his jacket as he went, loading them carefully into their chambers of his gunblade and remained at the ready-- like most of the Committee, Leon knew Garden inside and out, and knew just about every short cut imaginable from just about any location.
He gave Sephiroth --the man had been sitting and decifering notes in the study for a while now-- a quick glance and slight nod before strapping the blade back into its place at his side. They'd been around each other far too long (had it really been almost half a year now?) not to understand. Both an invitation and a status report at the same time. Then his grey eyes were turning back to the door and Leon was on his way.
Either way, it wouldn't take him long to get there-- the seventh site wasn't as far off as some of the others.
What reason could anyone possibly have to write algebraic equations that included laundry detergent? For a graph, no less..
Plotted out, it depicted a three-dimensional octagonal vector map, though where laundry detergent and Windex entered the equation, which the note's author seemed determined it did, Sephiroth had absolutely no idea. He had been searching for any indication on what exactly might be found beyond the twin transistors in Sector 3-C, beneath the concrete wall that blocked everything, yet was being fed all the output of said transistors, when this particular oddity caught his eye. Such a thing was...
A portrait of a madman in three dimensions.
...not quite worth his time, but it had piqued his curiosity.
The One-Winged Angel was almost ready to give up on it and move on when Leon emerged from the corridors leading to Tron's location once again. Unexpected; and through its action receiving expectations in return - he had either found something, or had found something. Neither of them took breaks, and both knew this; if one paused, he had a reason.
Therefore, dly, almost lazily, Sephiroth glanced up questioningly; at Leon's slight nod, and reaching for his weapon, rose without a moment's hesitation to fall into step at his side, fastening Masamune as he walked.
He did not ask questions; there would be reason enough when they arrived wherever Leon was going. If there was need for prior explanation, then it would be given prior to arrival.
Puzzling paper shoved to the back of his mind, Sephiroth was soon out on the streets, his sensibilities not quite letting him follow, even though with a lack of knowledge pertaining to an end destination he certainly could not quite lead. While he walked, he scented through darkness, testing the ripples left through it just in case...
...and this time, it was rewarded. Without question, as they were headed there, and without question, as it would be what dragged Leon out, he knew.
Once he had found a scent to follow through the darkness, Sephiroth took the lead, heading off resolutely through the streets with ground-devouring strides.
((I would make this longer and more fluid, but I have work to go to.))
"I have seen people killed by your kind. The nobody kind. I have seen one like you, who act friendly, then rip out the heats of the people that they got close to." While Cid spoke, he slowly brought his spear around to bear.
"Now. You have a choice. Leave my city, or die."
((You sure are talking a lot for someone constantly dodging claymores. Those things are mean.))