Had she expected the strange attacker in front of her to collapse to the ground, she would have caught him but unfortunately it was so sudden that she had no time to react. She wanted to ask if he was alright but the other man spoke up before her in which the other stranger replied as well as giving an explanation on what had happened to him. She knew a thing or two on drawbacks but his seemed to be a major one but if you were desperate to save another than anything was worth the risk. At least that is what she thought or believed in. She smiled when he gave his name, glad to not have to call him strange attacker in her head any longer and happily placed her hand in his own."Bellasiel,it is a pleasure to meet you Seth Rush."

"Arthal and myself are the two that called upon the Keyblade users in the hopes they would join with us to stop this war and bring peace. If this makes us warriors of light than you have found us., she answered only to feel a tap on her shoulder which caused her to turn around. Her attention turned onto Mac and focused as she thought about how to answer his question,"Well, this was suppose to be a meeting for Keyblade users, in the hopes that we might stop the war but it seems that all this fighting has gotten us side tracked. It seems that Arthal and this Reaper have set aside their differences for now and the fight. Seth is back to a more normal state and I hope that the meeting may start soon. I would be happy to see you join Mac as well as your friend."

She stepped away from Mac for a second to stand near this Reaper fellow because she had to ask,"There is no need for apologize but did the citizen seem alright? I can image being terrorized by thugs could be bad. Oh, I seem to have forgotten my manners, my name is Bellasiel. Shall I call you Reaper or can you be prevailed upon to share your name?"

Arthal walked over to stand beside his apprentice looking over the group. "I am Arthal, a Keyblade Master. Though I doubt I am the best out their. However I have learned much from my old master and his time in the war, I understand that X-blade is the only thing that can end this. I asked for those who would fight to see it used to simply end the war, as for those of us who survive, our job as wielders of the Keyblade would become simple. We hunt Heartless and train train new Keyblade wielders." He looked at everyone assembled slowly.

He spoke up yet again looking between them all eyes resting on each one gently. "Some of you may die, others may give up but our goal is simple. To travel these shattered worlds and collect the twenty pieces, seven of light. Thirteen of dark." He paused then looked at the sunset. "We will go to worlds covered in Darkness and those filled with Light. The pieces we take might hurt them or destroy things but we must do it. If we do not assemble that fabled weapon and end this war it could mean the death of all worlds and all life on them." He turned back to them. "If this is to much for you, you may leave." He stepped towards them. "We are going to fight as one, no leads we learn to fight as one, and we are going to end this war for the good of all." With that he drew Redemption and extended it out, then he waited for those who lay their keyblade on his signaling they would travel with him.

When asked about his name Cyrus sighed with contemplation. Truth be told, he didn't come to Twilight Town with any intentions of boasting or boosting his already controversial reputation. But in his brief bout against Arthal he did indeed reference the name of the Reaper. Well, his identity would have become known sooner or later, so it made little difference. Still, he offered the elven woman a response, "That name is one that is born of the war, and it will die with it just the same. So instead I offer my true name... Cyrus."

He recalled her other question regarding the citizen and answered plainly, "The man was unharmed, though I can't say the same for his ice cream stand. As for the "thugs", I was perhaps too harsh with my choice of words. They are Keyblade Wielders, but not like us. To put it simply, they are mercenaries, likely here hoping one of us will hire them."

And then Arthal, his earlier elven opponent, finally spoke his name. It was not a name Cyrus was familiar with, and then Arthal confirmed why when he implied that his knowledge of the war was mostly second-hand, taught to him by his old master. He further elaborated that his plan for ending the war was for this group to be the one that finally forged the fabled X-blade. Interesting, considering that this was once Cyrus's own plan not too long ago. Obviously he failed, else none of them would be here now. Still, perhaps a team stood a better chance of succeeding than a lone soldier? Either way, for Ren's sake, it was a long shot that Cyrus was more than willing to take.

With no hesitation, Cyrus was the first to touch his blade to Arthal's. Specifically, he did so with Trusted Heart, Ren's Keyblade. This way, it would feel like he and Ren both were pledging their loyalty to the cause, "For the good of all." he repeated. He thought about telling them of his own failed attempt at this plan, but decided against it. The last thing they needed was his story of failure and regret bringing them down. But even as he held up his blade in agreement, his heart was still very much closed, still impossible to reach and arguably even more guarded than ever. Trust was just not something he ever truly learned, especially not for the kind of man the war had forced him to become.

Azazel listened to Cyrus' story of how he got his name indifferently. While it a interesting that he had experience in the war it mattered little. From what he gathered, this war wasn't so much a war as it was an insane quest to find The Twenty Pieces. Seven of Light and Thirteen of Darkness. He could see how finding them all would be borderline impossible, what with the infinite amount of worlds.

Azazel looked at the others and shook his head. What an idea, foolish and unrealistic. He smiled though and rolled his shoulders. "You know what I think? I think you're all fools, chasing a unattainable dream. The idea of a X-Blade that can end this insane war with ultimate power, it's absurd. Absolutely insane really. Even if it is true than it will never be found, there's an infinite amount of worlds. But..." He stopped and looked at the sun. Was he really considering this? It's as he said, this idea was insane. There was no guarantee that these Twenty Pieces even existed. This was just a massive waste of time really.

"But you know what?" Azazel summoned his Keyblade and pointed it at Cyrus and Arthal. "Sometimes it's fun to be a little stupid and foolish. The geniuses of my World were considered to be idiots with their heads in the clouds. I will join you." He smiled and put his Keyblade on top of Cyrus' and Arthal's. "For good of all. I am Azazel of Eden. It is a pleasure to meet you." This plan was almost guaranteed to fail, but maybe... maybe it would work.

"It is a pleasure to meet you than Cyrus. I am glad to know that the citizen was unharmed though it is a shame that his lively hood has taken a blow because of these mercenaries." Bellasiel replied, a smile lighting her face as Arthal joined her side. He told the plan of what they were trying to do to for the other Keyblade users around. He held out his Keyblade, waiting for them to place their own in and start an agreement to the mission before them. It did seem like an impossible mission but if she could do anything, if this group was the smallest bit of difference at a good outcome and hope than how could she ever deny the help of her blade.

She was not the first to lay her Keyblade down but there was never a doubt in her mind in the first place since Arthal first told of his plan and the offer to be his apprentice. She laid Crescent Salvation among the others, looking to Arthal before scanning over the others calmly and a soft gentle smile gracing her lips."It is no secret to you, Arthal, that I have promised to aid you and to learn by you. I promised, thus syncing our fates together be it good or bad. Now, I promise again this time to the rest of you so that our fates may also link. My sword is always at your disposal, I will do all that I can and protect you with all that I am while at your sides. For the good of all, this is my promise to everyone that joins in this circle of blades."

Seth listened to each Keyblade Warrior that spoke and when Arthal talked about their mission and if they all would aid him. He didn’t hesitate to offer his aid, “I’m with the light Arthal. I’ll help stop the darkness from ever hurting another soul again. My Keyblade will aid you to protect any innocent souls.” Seth realized he only introduced himself to two of the warriors and deiced to introduce himself to everyone else.

“Please forgive my rudeness. My name is Seth Rush. I’ll aid you in any manner you wish Arthal,” Seth said. However, all his fortitude disappeared when everyone summoned their Keyblades. It was hard to resummons his Keyblade after the madness took over, but he decided to summon it like the rest of them. He winced when he heard laughter in his head. Your madness will be your downfall.

To both Mac and Cheese the stranger before them seemed to be acting like Medieval Knights laying their swords upon each other with vows. It was such a bizarre sight that Mac couldn’t help but chuckle slightly under his breath.

What nutters. He thought.

Cheese simply scowled at him. To her such a thing was pretty normal and highly regarded way of showing ones loyalty to a cause, although it was slightly outdated.

“So…” Mac said slowly. Holding his chin in contemplation. “You fight the Heartless? If you’re all going to different worlds and going to get rid of them, then I’m in.”

Mac moved away from Cheese, sending her a dark look of his own, to stand within the circle. And with a flash of light Mac brought his own sword to lay upon the others. But he still found it slightly ridiculous.

“But only if we head to my world soon.” He spoke with an edge to his voice. “I have a friend and I need to make sure she’s okay and safe from the Heartless.”

“Well I might as well join in too.” Cheese bristled as she too moved into the circle, making sure to stand opposite him. “I want to help undo the damage that’s been done to my home, while there’s still hope for to be saved.” A second later her own blade laid atop Macs, and she shot him another glare just for good measure, “Eese, but everyone just calls me Cheese.”

Cheese was absolutely fuming on the inside. How dare he? How dare he treat her like this!? A harsh chill ran up her spine and cheese wasn’t sure if it was from the cold breeze or the rage seething within her. Right now she wished nothing more than to shout at him, to scream at him and make him see that he was the one in the wrong not her! But of course, stupid 'Human society rules' said you weren’t allowed to do that.

Mac meanwhile held a different sort of anger in him. It sat and glared from the pit in his stomach. Mac wanted Cheese to feel bad, he wanted her to twist and squirm knowing she had done nothing, absolutely nothing to help anyone but herself. He remembered when the heartless attacked and he remembered when he felt darkness envelop him. He also remembered Cheese waking him up in a street corner of Twilight Town, and her telling him about the Heartless and the other worlds he had never known about. But at no point did she even spare a single word for anyone else in the club. She had let them die.

Arthal nodded withdrawing his blade. "Then we are together, I believe if we are going to locate the shards we should return to the Keyblade graveyard. If we can locate where even one of the pieces was taken we could go collect it possibly use it to find others, after all the shards would be drawn to each other. The pieces would want to be whole and powerful again."

Arthal looked between them all and nodded. "If any of you have a way to travel as group that would be better, the world we should be traveling to next is simply known as Keyblade Graveyard, it was the center of the worlds till war destroyed it and separated all the worlds." He looked between them all. "We should not disturb the blades their, they are graves showing us why war between Keyblade wielders is the greatest evil." He paused a moment blinking as if remembering something then shaking his head. "You should also keep a lookout for those who who would attack us their, Dark Keyblade wielders may be their in waiting or even Heartless." He warned them looking over the group.

Azazel looked at everyone after withdrawing his Keyblade. He listened to Arthal and smiled. "I do believe I have a solution to your dilemma. I have the ability to transport groups of people from world to world. My only limit is that I can't do it very often. Once a day if I push myself." Azazel pointed his Keyblade towards the ground and focused.

"Center of the worlds huh? That makes my job easy at least, no complex coordinates. Just 0,0. If anyone has anything left to do here, then speak up. Once we leave, I'm not going to be able to send us back here for a while." Azazel warned everyone as his Keyblade began to glow. You could feel the air warping around them as Azazel prepared to send them through dimensional barriers A.K.A World Space.

The ceremonious joining of the swords unfolded with all the keyblade wielders agreeing on a singular goal. Everyone except one person. Daichi stood slightly outside of the gathering simply watching the whole thing unfold. He wasn't swayed by their ambitious plans. He knew why he was there and what he came for.

Daichi worked hard all his life to maintain a semblance of the life he was accustomed to. Being referred to as a thug or a hoodlum didn't bother him at all because these people didn't understand him or his issues. How could they? The only thing they understood was Power. The best way for him to show this Power? His bank account of course. The lifestyle. The women. Being waited on hand and foot. After having everything taken away, its what he had to do to.

He stepped forward towards the group with a large grin. The tinkers in his head had been swiftly at work whilst the other keyblade wielders made plans to leave.

Daichi thought back to his father chiding him as a young boy: "At the heart of every business venture there's two things..."

SUPPLY and DEMAND

"Guys I know the perfect service that can give us unlimited travel between worlds. I think I even know how to get it at a cheap rate. My colleague Zero can handle all the arrangements for a few munny each." His tone and body language had shifted to a more open and amicable one.
"Its the least I can do to help after all the trouble. Starts us all on the right foot, ya know?"
Daichi took a step over to Azazel and put a hand on his shoulder. "You have to save your energy for the battles my friend."

Zero emerged from his portal and was instantly hit by chaos. Screams of civilians cried out amongst the arabic moonlight dunes of Agrabah. Zero had teleported in on the underbelly of the lands, but the veiling shadowing was not a metaphorical, social one. This was as physical and tangible as it gets. Heartless were swarming Agrabah. Zero adjust near enough immediately after emerging from his portalling ability. He strafed against a nearby wall and hugged it with his back and panning his eyes about his surroundings. He moved through the streets as a sleuth, creeping and crawling as silent and inconspicuously as his training had taught him to. He was about about to emerge from a darkened alley into one of the open, main streets, dipping out only his head before cranking it back in immediately after hearing screams herald a couple of young kids burst from some barn doors and scurry towards Zero in his alley.

As they ran, a bandit Emblem Heartless bouldered out of the doors after them, striking the door of it's hinges with a swing of its sabre. Zero eased back a few steps, further into the shade of the alley, simply watching. The kids stumbled into the alley, one tripping forwards while other fell while turning back to look behind them. The first caught eyes with the stoic, apathetic Zero. The young girls pupils dilated with tears and fear. Zero looked back, with no sense of hope or reassurance from his end of the alley. Understand that he was not there to help, the girl turned back to hug her brother, who was edging backwards, but staying between the Bandit Heartless and his sister. Zero watched as the heartless bandit closed in.

"Help us mister," begged the girl softly and genuinely. Zero nostrils flared slightly, but he didn't move. He watched as the Heartless grabbed the boy with his free hand. "No! Please don't kill my brother as well!" cried the girl, making an emotionally driven charge at the heartless while her brother squirmed in his grip. She tried to grab the sabre wielding arm, but the heartless thrust her away with force by swinging his arm into the alley. The sabre caught the necklace charm that hung from the girl's neck as she careered into alley with a tumble. Zero watch this unfold, and watched as the necklace twang its gold links on his boots when it literally fell at his feet. Zero watched as the girl, now streaming tears helplessly with eyes closed and nosey running with a mix of pain and snot lifted her head to the skies on her knees. "PLEASE SOMEONE SAVE MY BROTHER!"

After stooping down to clutch at the gold-piece necklace, Zero finally heard the girl's request. The bandit pulled back his sabre-wield hand, the point of which glistened in the eyes of the young boy he had captured, but in the glisten, a circular purple rift realised behind the bandit in the smallest portion of an instant. Zero was behind the bandit, already mid swing, keyblade and necklace in-hand. A literal arms race between Zero's keyblade and the heartless's sabre saw Zero's midair swing carve through the neck of the bandit heartless just before the sword pierced the chest of the young kid. The kid dropped to the ground with a thud as the bandit vanished into vapour. The girl wiped some tears from her eyes and blinked, losing her breath in amazement of her brother still being alive. She touched at her neck, finally noticing a scratch from where her necklace tore against her skin.

On the other side of the street a small man was lugging a sack of his goods while surrounded by much taller goons. The man kept glancing over his shoulder while he escaped surrounded by his entourage, to the point of bumping into the back of the lead goon due to not recognising when the group had grinded to a halt.

"Hey! What's the big idea stupid! I don't pay you stop and taking in the scenery!" he barked.

"Boss," replied the guard, already with his sabre to hand, as the other guards around him also drew on their weapons. The small man glances around his lead guard to see Zero standing opposite them deliberately obstructing them from walking passed him in the alley. He was gently tossing the golden necklace in his hand.

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"Save my Brother" - Gold Necklace - 1000 Munny
Total: 1000 MUNNY EARNED

Arthal looked at the new comer and paused. "I'm not one for games, speak your piece or be gone." He said staring at the man who had offer them 'cheap travel.' "I do not expect much in the Keyblade graveyard. It's short trip, tell us your idea. If the group thinks it's better we will use it otherwise we will travel though our friend here." He stated plainly looking between the others now at his side.

He looked over Daichi carefully. "Besides, why should I trust you not sell us out. You don't look like the type who would pass up a quick payday." He considered as he looked at the others. "Why help us at all, I doubt we have as much Munny as Dark wielders." He said, he was being careful now this meeting had ended and they were now one group trying to end this war. He couldn't afford to risk them without certainty they would be safe, no matter the price.

"We're in a hurry here Zero, can't it wait?" insisted the merchant, moving to the side of his front guardsman to look Zero eye-to-eye.

"The job is done, you owe us payment." replied Zero flatly. His remark puzzled the merchant visible, his expression going blank with disbelief.

"Look around - this isn't the time! We all need to bunker down and escape first-" insisted the merchant.

"The job is done, you owe us payment." repeated Zero, a little more measured in tempo than the first time.

"Agrabah is under attack! I'm not refusing to pay you, I'd just rather do it while my life is not in danger from alien-ghost-monsters, just meet me at the-" the merchant attempted to negotiate. Zero drew his keyblade, adamant he would not listen to the merchant's reason. The guardsmen drew their swords in response. As the staredown reached the peak of tension, the atmosphere was broken by the emergence of heartless on either side of the alley. The guardsmen along with Zero drew their attention away from each other to orientate against the heartless and begin an attack on them, but Zero looked back towards the merchant, realising his opportunity. Zero used his keyblade-granted void powers to warp next to the merchant and prop him up against the wall, pointing the business end of his keyblade at the man's neck.

"The job. is. DONE. Give us our money." Zero insisted.

"By the gods! You're insane! F-fine ya lunatic," snapped the merchant, fishing in the satchel he was carrying and throwing the money he owed Daichi and Zero to the ground. "That's your money! I hope you bite it trying to run away with it weighing you down!" lashed out the merchant. Zero released him and procured the money from the floor. The merchant adjusted his clothing and looked around at his men struggling with the heartless, not having the means to kill them for good and then back at Zero on the ground. "Hey, how about an advance payment for a new job?" he called, pointing to the heartless. Zero looked between the merchant and the heartless, picking up the last pieces of gold coins. He held out his hand to the merchant, who paid him additional pieces. Pocketing it all, Zero walked out into the fray, swinging his keyblade by the hilt.

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"Save my Brother" - Gold Necklace - 1000 Munny
"Sea Salt Shakedown" - Gold Pieces - 10000 Munny
"Escape from Agrabah" - More Gold Pieces - 2000 Munny
Total: 13000 MUNNY EARNED

Azazel sighed and shook his head. All this talk of money and selling out was stupid. There was no such thing as currency in his world, it was unnecessary. He glared at Daichi and powered down his Keyblade. Azazel shrugged Daichi's hand off of his shoulder quickly and turned to him.

"I'm going to be perfectly honest with you, I don't trust you or your friend. You give off a vibe that you're willing to do anything for munny and I feel like you're scamming us." Azazel knew this was a scam actually, he learned pretty quickly after his first couple of weeks traveling the worlds.

"Now then, we're leaving. Leave us alone or I'll kill you the next time I see you. Bye." He pushed Daichi away and shot a beam of light into the ground with his Keyblade. A circle formed underneath them, not unlike a Corridor of Darkness, but this was a dark blue. A flash of light would blind Daichi and the group would be gone.

A few seconds passed and there was nothing but darkness. Everyone would see a pinpoint of light in the distance and it would grow bigger and bigger. Five more seconds passed and they rose from the ground in the Keyblade Graveyard. Azazel took deep breaths as he sweated in exhaustion. He had never taken so many people on a trip. He fell on the floor and closed his eyes.

"I'm just gonna take a nap. For an hour." With that last statement he passed out.

Arthal looked around, staring at the blades and just the destruction around them. "This is where the war began... Where everything began. Look for a temple or ruins of one, anything to aid us. We need to find where the X-blade once sat here before the war happened and shatter everything." He carefully stepped around the blades. "I would not disturb the blades in the ground, they are the only graves those who died here will ever have." He stated in a sad tone.

Making his way through the field of metal imitation Keyblades he found a rock and began to climb up at it, reaching the top he slowly looked out, miles and miles of Blades in all directions. "This is... This is terrible... So many died here for nothing." He slumped and sat on the rock slowly looking in each direction attempting to locate some kind of rubble or ruin that could be a temple. His mind however was more focused on the death and chaos that had been this place.

Seth looked around at all the keyblades on the ground and walked over to one of them. he remembered he wasn’t allowed to touch the keyblades so he stood and stared at the Keyblade before he focused on the rest of the keyblades around him.

“This must have been some battle. Two sides battling for their beliefs and deals. Each one thinking they’re right and for what? Some powerful Keyblade?” Seth said as he walked to another Keyblade. You madness is no different; you use it to gain power and defeat your enemies. How can you judge them?

“I’m not judging them, I wondering why they were so obsessed with power. What went through their minds when fighting so hard,” Seth questioned. Touch one and find out.

“What?” Seth asked. touch one and see the warriors memories. Seth sighed and shook his head, “I’m not that stupid. I know my mind is making this voice up because of the madness my Keyblade creates. Speaking of which.” Seth walked over to where Arthal was sitting.

“Sorry to bother you sir, but I have a question,” Seth asked before his Keyblade appeared in his head. He looked at his Keyblade before he asked, “Can you understand why this weapon puts me in the state of mind I do whenever I use it’s power?”

A brief debate sparked about their method of travel. If Arthal was to be their de facto leader, then surely he was capable of handling this without any input from Cyrus. Instead, Cyrus walked over to a nearby flower bed. If their first destination was the Keyblade Graveyard, then Cyrus wanted to make his own preparation for the trip. He did this by bending down and picking a handful of the flowers. He looked for yellow and red ones specifically, the colors most people used when decorating a grave site. Only after he was satisfied with his selection of flowers did Cyrus allow himself to be transported.

The chosen method of travel was... disorienting, but he was confident he would get used to it more as time went on. Normally, he just used Corridors of Darkness, letting the armor he wore serve as protection against the corruption the Corridors were rumored to cause. Still, this seemed a safer option, especially for people traveling as a group, so Cyrus wouldn't protest to it. Once in the Graveyard, Arthal explained what it was to everyone, though Cyrus already knew the story. It was where the war first began, the ground actually littered with the Keyblades wielded by those who were felled in the battle, the blades acting as tombstones to serve as their final resting place. There were those in the war who believed that the Keyblade Graveyard drew in the spirits of all the fallen, not the just the ones from this specific battle, and serves as their final resting place. This world was considered sacred by many, and almost universally considered neutral ground through out the war as of now. Some, Cyrus had heard, even made occasional journeys here to pay their respects, not unlike a pilgrimage.

As for Cyrus himself, this was only his second time to come here. His first? That was... a less-than-peaceful visit, a memory he'd rather forget, but one he knew he never could. The first thing Cyrus did was approach one of the Keyblades in the ground. This one, to anyone knowledgeable enough about Keyblades, was obviously a fake one, a replica. A more eagle-eyed person with such knowledge would also notice that the blade looked rather familiar, mostly because it looked exactly like the one Cyrus wielded with his left hand, the very Keyblade he used when pledging his allegiance to the team. Cyrus knelt before the replica Keyblade and placed the flowers he had picked earlier on the ground next to it. After that he remained there a moment longer, eyes closed and head bowed in sorrow.

As Azazel push by and abruptly pushed past Daichi he quickly realised his profit was slipping away. He swore under his breath. There was nothing he hated more than losing out on money. Out of ideas and short on time, he rushed towards the blinding light and snuck in amongst the others. His current ruse was clearly not good enough to win them over. He would have to play the long game (and play it well).

Before the teleportation finished, Daichi pulled a bit of sand from his pocket and encoded it with instruction to notify Zero where he was. They sand seeped into the ground and disappeared. When the light cleared Daichi quickly stealthed himself to the back of the group and observed. The tinkers in his head started formulating a new plan in order to get the buisness.

His mind thought back to his father.
"No matter what you have to do son. Get the buisness. ALWAYS GET THE BUISNESS."

Daichi was snapped back to reality with the view of a desolate wasteland littered with disgarded keyblades.

*War* he thought *Violence, Power, Supremacy.*

The scene in front of him was not one he was unfamiliar with. Images of his fallen comrades, his family, raced through his mind. Intense pangs of anguish emanated from deep within.

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He shook himself out of this mental state abruptly. He knew that any form of emotion would cloud his judgement and prevent him from his ultimate prize. For now, Daichi would have to make peace with the group and try to gain their trust over time.

When Zero returned to twilight town, he did so looking ragged and worn out. His apparel was riddled in sand grains - more than usual. The particles reach into his pores and hair. His clothes had rips and tears, from some of which he drew blood. He was panting and ejected himself from his void portal quite hurriedly. He rolled as he came out positioning himself to face the portal on guard while he closed it, not sure of who or what might burst through after him. When the portal closed, only letting through the sabre of a bandit heartless Zero breathed deeply once, his posture relaxing and his chest deflating. He ran a hand through his hair, brushing out the excess sand. He was near the beach, which suited him. Kiru moved as far as the water's edge and began to undress. On the upper part of his tunic, he fished out a scroll, mark with a seal he was all too familiar with. He meant to simply put the scroll on shore safely, but as soon as he caught a glimpse of the mark he found himself entrance by it as memories of his failure flooded into his mind's eye.

It was anger and resentment; he knew what he was feeling, even if he continually tried to detach himself from it. With the scroll safely still on the bank, Zero entered the waters, clothes and all. The twilight, soft waves cooled and hydrated his skin. He was dipping his clothes in to cleanse them of the hints of battle. Soon after Zero relaxed backwards into the water, submerging himself in it fully. His eyes were closed as he let the sensation of aquatic silence and calm recentre him. He he stood up out of the water he strode back towards land, scooping up the scroll in his teeth and squeezing dry his clothes as he moved to put them back on.

By the time he retraced his steps to the point where he left Daichi, he noticed that they were gone and saw no obvious tracks as to where they went. Zero knew the protocol. It meant something didn't go as planned for Daichi and he didn't have time to leave traditional breadcrumbs for Zero to play catch up. Zero, now fully dressed strolled casually across the empty, open space. He unsheathed his keyblade, holding it out in his left hand while his right was stretched out in the other direction. A whisper of wind began encircling the head of his keyblade while an ethereal face of an analogue clocked illuminated in his right palm. Zero stabbed his keyblade into the floor and with a precise delay slammed his right hand on top of his keyblade.

Sand burst forwards from the ground, set by Daichi's Sand Magic and triggered by Zero's aero spell. Zero's slow spell put the sand in suspended animation just after immergence. Zero scanned the pattern of the emerging sand, as it form the characters for written language. He read the message hidden in this one moment created from a spell within a spell within a spell. A few brief seconds later the sand dispersed in random direction and dissolve against the floor into an tanned-orange light. Zero nodded at the ground, aware of where they had gone.

Zero had never been there before in person, but had heard of it. The place was typically too close to the on going keyblade conflict for two abstainers wielding keyblades to venture. It definitely wasn't a place he could get to by conventional means, even for a keyblade wielder. Zero thought for moment before holding out his keyblade to create another wormhole, figuring out where he could find information on the graveyard's location. His eyebrow quivered, momentarily furrowing and betraying his instinctive anger. He had just thought of whom could give him the information he needed - he just didn't want to go back to them.

As he held out his keyblade, a whirring noise started up, but petered out quickly. Zero looked down at his blade and tried again, with the same petering sound. He pulled his keyblade up inspecting it. He looked at his hands silently, then tried to cast and aero, realising he could even muster enough wind for a gentle breeze. His arcane reserves were low. This was the most magic he had expended in a single day with all the major wormhole journeys.

Realising he was stuck in Twilight Town until he had the mana to use his void abilities, Zero sheathed his keyblade and sat on the ground in the lotus position, resting his hands on his knees and closing his eyes to meditate.

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"Save my Brother" - Gold Necklace - 1000 Munny
"Sea Salt Shakedown" - Gold Pieces - 10000 Munny
"Escape from Agrabah" - More Gold Pieces - 2000 Munny
Total: 13000 MUNNY EARNED

Arthal looked at Seth and nodded. "The weapon is reacting to you, the anger in you is what it feeds on. You carry a darkness in you, I can tell you wish to good yet your darkness is were you find strength." He sighed standing up. "You lost something or someone dear... I understand believe me I do, my home world was nearly wiped out yet as long as their is darkness in your heart you will never be able to conquer those who posses more strength then you." He stated jumping off he began to walk west.

Arthal looked "Bellasiel I will need your help, make sure the others come with us." He stated quickly as he started towards a small little bell in a stand. Stopping beside he placed his hand on it. "This is the place, here is where the X-blade was kept... Until they tried to claim it and the worlds shattered apart." He said summoning both his blades. " We must combined our strength and ignite the temple with our the power we carry." He stated. "Raising the temple means unlocking the seals that cover it. Should we fail it's defense will activate and attempt to destroy us." He said looking back towards then. "Begin when you are ready." Around then keyholes started to appear.