.:Kingdom Hearts:. New Beginings (IC)

[Shoryu]

Fal stayed nice and still, currently no hints that he had a key blade could be seen unless someone perhaps had a sense for them, listening closely to hades' little spiel about a tournament, then quite openly chuckled at him and gave a slightly goofy smirk "you know what's funny? I always thought 'me ending up in the underworld' would be under vastly different circumstances, hahah. He didn't seem all that bothered by the heaps of spirits flooding about suddenly and getting loud, obviously not in a hurry to go wandering around 'hell'. "Hmmm, by 'you've never encountered anything like this', would that mean this'll also surpass the thrilling experience of being swallowed whole by a giant Sand Whale only to carve my way out before getting digested? If it's even more dangerous than 'that', Then I'll feel right at home here, hahah." To some that may sound as though he were bragging, but it was more or less true that he was 'in his element' when danger was running rampant, It's the way of the world where he comes from.

He started glancing around at the others who were present and observed what they might do for amoment before adding on a little bit for hades "OH, Giant monsters are sorta 'my thing', you mind if I 'play' with Cerberus or something else around here to warm up for the tournament?. Considering that this is 'your place', thought I oughta check first before trying to beat up one of your pets or sumthin."

[The Whacko]

"Aproaching the planet now, captain. ETA to dropship launch....forty minutes." The voice called over the comm; male, brusk and professional. Just the way Gail Revas liked it in her crew. The Dark Athena was closing in now, like a predator inching towards its victim in the inky blackness of space. Gail had to smile at the irony as she eyed the planet from the bridge control room. The Athena starting her hunt on Olympus, the birthplace of her namesake. Poetic almost.

"Good. I want Alpha, Beta and Charlie teams ready to move as soon as they touch down. Our client's promising us plenty for these little fuckers' heads on a silver platter. You know how much I hate to disapoint a client. And on second thought, I want three drones down there, too. One per squad. No sense taking chances." She spoke calmly, cooly, the way she spoke when she wanted to make it very clear just how important a matter was. There was a short pause, but soon the bridge officer gave her an acknowledgement of the order. He knew his job, and that was to follow orders, plain and simple.

If her contact on Olympus was to be believed, then the Keyblade wielders were already on the surface, down in the Underworld. A minor complication, but nothing that could be worked around. There was always more than one way to skin a cat. It was time to pay Phil a visit....