(OOC: Seems I forgot to make a thread when I closed the other one down. Anyhoe this is the thread where everybody from the other Atlantis threads gathers. For now all those from the Zero District post can start.)
Milo, Mole, Jack, Jason and the strange little red dog arrived from the Zero District into the First District. With them were all the men that crashlanded into the Zero District. Immediately they occupied the lower square and bunkered themselves down. Awaiting the return of the rescue missions to the Second and Third Districts.
Post by (Inactive) Jason Arilani on Feb 3, 2011 15:46:54 GMT -4
Jason entered, looking around the first district of Traverse Town. If these two were really on an expedition to the lost world of Atlantis, then Jason knew that something was bound to happen. Worlds didn't take long before getting noticed by Organization XIII, the Dark XII, or even Maleficent's group. He would have to keep a sharp eye on everyone that would eventually make their way to the First District to see if he had anyone to be worried about. He still wasn't even sure if he needed to join them to this world, but for now, he wanted to make sure that they would be safe in this world. Seemed that Milo and Mole had never interacted with the heartless before, and that was dangerous nowadays. So for now, Jason would have to keep an eye on things and decide what to do.
Jack entered the District with Milo and Mole, talking to Milo on the way. As soon as they were there, he stopped and looked at the area. The area used to be familiar to him, but after being off world, even for such a short time, it seemed alien to him- a new guy here, the usual person who stood there gone. It was strange.
Jack absently wondered when the others would arrive. To pass time, he asked his new companions, "So, where are you guys from?"
627 crawled over to Milo and Jack, the two humans who seem to have easily gained his "trust". Mole would prove to be an entertaining distraction, but the experiment would have to wait until these humans reached Atlantis before being too much of a pestor. however, that didn't stop 627 from blowing a soft raspberry at the human .....
Milo had been pondering about his encounter with the Heartless. Letting this new information sink into his brain. It was occupying him severely as there was something about all of this that he couldn't put his finger on. The very name itself, the Heartless. Creatures without hearts. But from the explanation they were hearts taken by darkness. Darkness... hearts... the heart of Atlantis... was there a connection? It seemed to coincidental for it all to be random. Perhaps the great catastrophe that caused Atlantis to be lost were... the Heartless?
With a heavy burden that was visible on his face, Milo sat down at the staircases that separated the main square from the higher part. Feeling a cold wash over him as a terrifying realization formed in his mind. With a serious tone he said: "Guy's... I'm pretty sure now that the Heartless are after Atlantis too. Because..."
Milo looked up, but hesitate on his following words. remembering the expedition true goal. To find the energy source that was known as the Heart of Atlantis. Somewhere he wished he could discuss this with the others. To see how they could explain it in relation to the Heartless and hearts. But he remembered the briefing and commander Rourke's advice. Telling others could bring everything in danger.
"MOVEMENT!" Suddenly got yelled from further down the square. The soldiers that had bunkered themselves down there noticed how the large doors leading to the Third District were opening. Immediately they formed a line and a defensive barrier as they readied their weapons at the door. Laying behind the sandbags they installed as they anxiously awaited what would emerge.
As then fellow members of the expedition started to siphon through the narrow opening. The highest ranking of the group that was in command in Helga's absence yelled: "Hold your fire! They're our men."
The crew from the escape pod that crashed in the Third District reached the safety of the group. Quickly they were taken care of. Wrapped in blankets against the cold and taken by the few other medics for an examination. Meanwhile the attention of every able body was concentrating on the large doors. Hoping more of their group would appear but fearing at the same time that something else entirely would come crashing through.
Sora hadn't known that the Heartless and Nobodies were still out there because Destiny Island hadn't seen a single one since...well, since Sora's last huge adventure! The only thing that even made him leave his world was the sudden absence of Kairi and Riku. After searching the island many, many times, Sora finally came to the realization that the question he needed to ask himself about their whereabouts wasn't "Where on this island could they be?" but "What world might they land on first?" and...honestly he didn't know!
But, Traverse Town seemed like as good a place to start as any, seeing as his adventure had begun here. As he had landed his Gummi Ship, he didn't notice anything was amuck, until he stepped into the First District, and saw what looked like a crew of...army people? Maybe people who flew Gummi Ships?...meet up with another group after a "Hold your fire! They're our men."
Sora dashed over to the group, and tried to make sure that they knew that he meant no harm. "Hey, you guys need any help?"[/b]
Post by lucaspalmeirense on Feb 12, 2011 10:16:19 GMT -4
(Popping Up, hope I don't interfere with anything important :3)
From the door that connected Third and First Districts, a blue figure erupted. It was a boy, but with a somewath "superheroic" clothes. He was not alone, but was following a bunch of people.
He was pretty tired, and scratchs and bleed could be seen on all his body. That is because until moments ago, he and others were fighting to protect those who The Shark was escolting. He were in a war to protect the Crew.
He didn't knew anyone there, true, but a true super hero doesn't stays out when things get bad. And, finally, everybody was safe...
As Ari stepped into the first district, he relax, and released his tension. He was shaking pretty bad because of the amount of magic he had had to channel, though, luckily, it would be very hard to see because of his robe. He released his book and Havoc Wreaker. They both poofed into a small cloud of darkness. If anyone culd see the clouds subatomic particles, they would see them attach themselves to Ari's robe, ready to be reconstituted.
Post by (Inactive) Ellie who has 0% on Feb 12, 2011 13:13:13 GMT -4
Helga was glad to finally be in the First Distrct away from the mayhem. Now everyone was now together. With some rest and a breather, they can reassemble their broken spacecraft, add some better substainable equipment, and take off towards the given coordinates to continue their expedition.
Max walked through the gates to the First District from the third, moving through quickly with the crewmembers he had helped rescue. His mind was still a fog, focused on how quickly and easily the Heartless had dragged him down and nearly stolen his heart. The memory was so fresh in his mind that he could still hear his heartbeat in his ears, feel his pulse in every inch of his body. His hands shook, preventing him from holding the tip of his spear steady as moved into the safety of the First District.
As he walked, he felt unsteady on his feet, his entire bodying still shaking from the overload of adrenaline running through his body. He just kept moving, past the sandbags and into an out-of-the way corner, leaned heavily on the wall and slid down it to sit, letting his pike fall to the ground unceremoniously next to him. As he sat there, watching the survivors of the crash file through the gates, he took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm his nerves. This wasn't the first time he'd nearly been killed in battle, he told himself, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
M I K H A I L R U T H E R F O R D "I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF YOU ENDED UP SLAIN BY ONE OF THEM."
Finally out of that dreaded place known as the Third District, Mikhail was finally able to catch his breath. They had all narrowly escaped a painful death thanks to Merlin, who had come to their rescue just in time. Sure, the pyromancer had faced both Darksides and Behemoths before but he had never fought the duo simultaneously. Fortunately the former had perished before given the chance to summon his Shadow buddies.
He pushed the doors leading to the First District open, stepping inside as quickly as possible. His face wasn't one to hide the exhaustion the battle had brought upon them; his body was coated with wounds, both small and rather large. Rutherford quickly decided against using a cure spell again as he needed to save as much energy as possible.
Instead he pulled out a small bottle, full of bright green liquid. The man remembered all the way back when the genetic experiment, Bonnie, had gifted him this potion as a sign of gratitude. Mikhail had been sure to save it, knowing that it would eventually become useful. Smiling to himself, the pyromancer brough the beverage to his lips and immediately began to feel its effects.
After recovering, he glanced around in an attempt to understand what exactly was going on. Apparently everyone had managed to get out of the Third District and Jack had successfully led the rest of the expedition out of the Zero District. However, the pyromancer's eyes soon fixed themselves on the spiky haired newcomer.
So the boy was there, right before him.
His search for the keyblade wielders at Destiny Islands had been an utter failure but he had finally found one of them. While he was certain that Sora wouldn't remember him, Mikhail needed to speak to him soon enough.
M I K H A I L R U T H E R F O R D "MAYBE I'LL TAKE YOU THERE... SOMEDAY..."
N A D I A V E R D A N S K Y "I'M THE BEST BOUNTY HUNTER IN THIS PLACE..."
On the other hand, Nadia hadn't stayed to see the magician's light show back at the Third District. Upon gazing at both titans of darkness she immediately realized that fighting them would turn out to be a suicide mission. The mercenary had then turned around and made a run to the doors, confident that the bunch of heroes she had left behind would be enough to hold off the Heartless as she escaped.
But apparently they had succeeded in slaying the beasts. While she couldn't say she wasn't surprised, Verdansky wouldn't go and congratulate them for the deed. They had surely survived thanks to sheer luck.
But for now she remained silent, watching others as she wondered how this would end...
N A D I A V E R D A N S K Y "...AND THAT'S NOT ME BRAGGING, THAT'S FACT."
After seeing Helga return with a group of soldiers, it was clear the rescue mission was over and successful. After excusing himself to Jason and Jack he ran over to her. "Lieutenant Sinclair! Oh it's so good your back. You wouldn't believe what we've been through. I've seen those things they call Heartless. In fact we were attacked by four of them even! It was frightening but also fascinating in a strange way. Anyway what I want to say is that there is a high probability, no I'm actually even sure, that there will be far more upon reaching Atlantis. Something we should definitely prepare for. The help and knowledge of these people that have more experience with them wouldn't be a bad idea."
Milo then coward back a bit as he noticed that not all of his explanation fell into good soil with Helga. Who just barely survived an entire onslaught of the Heartless menace and he was rambling about only 4 of them.
Arriving in the First District, the tired and weary Wolf Knight was still breathing heavily. Sir Lucas had removed his helmet to be able to breath unrestricted. His pale skin shining in the light and the black locks dangling by the side of his face. Struggling to move as he was near the end of this strength. With much effort, he helped himself till beside Mikhail. The only familiar face to him in the chaotic mass. Addressing him Sir Lucas spoke: "Mikhail, this battle did not forebode well for the future, we should make haste of thou plan to further form the Guardians. This worlds and others are in desperate need of an army to fend off the vile Heartless."
Post by (Inactive) Ellie who has 0% on Feb 13, 2011 15:18:30 GMT -4
"Yes Mr. Thatch I have seen my share of heartless for one night, which was far more chaotic then merely four. On that note, recruits may be neccessary since our numbers had dwindled, and more experienced people the better. Those who are willingly would be hired under the ruling of Commander Lyle Rourke and will be tended to by Preston Whitmore, our sponsor, for your contribution in this discovery expedition. I know he would greatly appreciate it and will award fairly."
"Those who would like to sign up, speak now. After a night rest our first priority is to reassemble the Ulysses and reunite with the rest of the crew at our agreed coordinates before our seperation. Any questions, neccessary and relevant ones?"
After several long moments, Max finally felt his heartbeat begin to slow and the effects of the adrenaline begin to wear off. It was literally painfully obvious, as he felt pains just about everywhere that hadn't been there moments before. His side hurt in particular where the Darkside had batted him to the side. It was definitely bruised at the best, and at worst he had a broken rib.
He watched everyone file into the district, and when the silver clad wolf-knight walked up to Mikhail, Max moved to stand up, albeit with great difficulty. Holding his side against the pain that was throbbing through it, he walked over to Mikhail and the knight.
"You fight well, my friend," Max said, nodding to the knight and extending a hand to him,"My name is Maxwell Tendas. I'm a soldier, experienced in fighting the Heartless, but I dont' think even I could have held them off as well as you did. I command you."
He looked over at Mikhail as he finished speaking with the knight and asked, "Mikhail....you know healing magic. Can I get you to patch me up? I think that Darkside broke a rib when he decided to swat me like a fly."
627 squinted his eyes at an entirely new, much larger group of people that had marched in, merging with the rest of the crew. These guys must have been serious when it came to finding this Atlantis place. Many of these people looked as though they were worn out or injured. Either from some kind of war, or a heartless battle ....
627's eyes widened at two familiar faces ..... One was that guy wearing glasses, Max. He didn't really matter though, since the experiment had only met with the soldier once quite a while ago, and it wasn't much of a meeting. However, what really got his attention was Mikhail .... That dark-haired pyromancer had been fun to mess around with before, but now, their knowledge of eachother could possibly put a bit of his mission in jeopardy.
627 smirked to himself. This could make things fun .... but he'd better save any conflict for later. Right now, he'll pretend to not even notice Mikhail ....
627 crawled over next to Jack. He sat his rump down, wagged his cotton-ball tail, and started panting like a dumb old dog.