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Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

i'll have one up this weekend :)

Torn Across the Rift

@Eyeris editted!

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Yeah im cool with a bit of retcon just give me till tonorrow or something to edit it

Frick i forgot about having Roking being sent to the lab, maybe meet up somewhere along the way?

Torn Across the Rift

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Charles Balderdash

The blank pages annoyed Charles, almost laughing at him. Of course, he should’ve known there would’ve been a catch to such information. Though he couldn’t deny it was impressive the parchment had even survived this long given its apparent age.

“Well…” Charles held onto the last syllable.

“I must admit the offer is very tempting.” He spoke like a reluctant customer. “but before I do accept I hope you don’t mind that I ask for a few specifics? Given my own magic I’m just curious how it might interact or even if it is even possible I could learn.”

"Furthermore." His voice took a more serious tone, and he closed the book. "How dangerous is this going to be? And how much will this training affect my current responsibilities?"

"Not that I mean to be rude, but I hope you understand given the apparent...nature." Charles didn't look convinced that was the word he wanted. "of necromancy I do have some reservations. But none-the-less it would be a very interesting thing to learn if I might be given a day or two to mull over your generous offer."

While Charles response hadn't been a yes it wasn't a no either by any stretch.

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Shannon

Shannon decided that she liked Zesiro and considered him to be a very kind and curious Human. Never-the-less she was grateful to have the last of the machines removed and allowed to step off the examination table to at least attempt to stretch herself out.

“I okay Zesiro friend.” Flashing a twisted grin Shannon quickly, on all six limbs, headed towards the door. “Let’s be another place. I no like this place.”

The door would be opened either by Zesiro opening it or Shannon breaking it open and twisting her large mass through. Regardless, Shannon didn’t like the corridor any better than the room; the lights were too bright and the walls were too white. Shannon barely repressed a shiver at how much this ‘Submarine’ reminded her off C.E.M. Even the big machines TRIDENT used were similar with the only difference was where Shannon sat.

How did Humans even get underwater in the first place? Maybe there was a window somewhere she could look through at the fishes.

“TRIDENT scary strange. TRIDENT like C.E.M, but not.” Shannon frowned as she tried to understand the concept. “We see fishies?”

Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

here. Life's just a wee bit busy as usual :P

Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

James

James was a little way away from the rest of the group, and watched from behind as the remaining shadow children faltered in their attack, flimsy bodies being buffeted by the winds and shockwaves of the battle. James frowned at them as they giggled and danced just out of his reach. Maybe they were intimidated?

The wind around him rose to almost deafening levels around them. A building grumbled when it was plucked into the sky to reveal a set of blue curtains, that didn’t look quite real, in its place. The curtains juddered apart with a blast of music. The parade had arrived and with it came elephants, giraffes, lions and mice of all different sizes and colours pulling cages decorated with colourful streamers.

James fell into a defensive stance but the parade paid no attention to him and simply continued its way. James placed a finger on his temple to activate the communicator. He looked back to see where the children had been above him but worriedly couldn’t see them anymore.

“The parade’s here.” James looked up at the sky to see a strange creature attack the Walpurgis. Just another Tuesday. “What do we do now?”

A shadow child twirled and giggled nearby hiding behind the animals on parade.

Natasha

Natasha willed herself to move, to get mind back to the battle at hand and her eyes to focus on the buildings flying towards her. Swearing loudly, Natasha reverted to her Fae form and scampered across the cracked window of the building she’d been hurled at. Kicking herself into the air Natasha wings pounded feverishly, trying to push her forward out of the shadow of death and architecture looming closer towards her. Enveloped in darkness Natasha realized she wouldn’t quite make it.

With a thundering crack the shadow above her was ripped apart and Natasha stopped to watch its pieces behind hurled towards the Walpurgis. Natasha took a moment to think and then let an evil grin spread across her face.

Pulling out her box of trick Natasha set it down upon the window, the building she was on remained surprisingly stable, and foraged about inside. She withdrew a red bag, about the size of a human head, and one of the small orbs she used to help craft spells. Her grandmother had always warned her against accidentally damaging them in case. She jammed the orb into the sack filled to the brim with fire shaped crystals of varying size.

Even when the size of a thumb Natasha lifted the sack up with ease but didn’t dare to lift off too far from the buildings surface in case she was torn away by the raging winds. She stuck out her tongue as she eyed her throw, she assumed the giant fire breathing beast and people fighting high above were on their team Natasha made some efforts to avoid hitting them.

“If I curve it that way it should hit her right in the gob.” Natasha grinned again.

She began to spin. Slowly at first but then faster and faster as she gained momentum until she was just a blur of red and green like a spinning top.

“Bombs away!”

Natasha released and then shielded her eyes to watch the sack go rocketing skyward, rising higher and higher up to the battle on the clouds above where it hung for just a moment. It then slowly began to fall, down and down toward the Walpurgis.

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I'm now really tempted to have Charles to think back on all the parties/drinking matches there have been at TRIDENT and ether a) confirm that Twain does have a body or b) realise that during his entire time with TRIDENT he hasn't seen Twain without his coat either

Moonfiend

Berry’s heart leapt to her throat when Roy caught her off guard, warning her to come no further.

“Roy?” Her nagging knee forced her to limp up the stairs. “Roy get ready, quickly! There’s a Grit not far behind me as well as a few roaming the halls. I fear Vincent is in trouble as well so we must…oh dear.”

She looked up at Roy secured firmly to the ceiling, in what looked to be an uncomfortable position, and bathed in a bluish light. Knowing time was of the essence Berry frantically scoured the walls of the hallway. She could hear something scrambling vigorously, but couldn’t tell if it was further ahead or behind her.

“Hold tight there Roy I’ll get you down in just a jiffy.” She spied a switch to her left and gave it a try but nothing happened. “Old friend I worked with used to work with antigravity field for a living. Always said every field had an off switch nearby, you just need to know where to find it. Aha!”

Berry spied a suspicious looking panel set into the wall on the far side of the antigravity field. Voices echoed behind her amidst the sounds of scrambling claws and tearing carpet.

“Roy prepare yourself.” Berry threw her bag to floor and shed her cardigan.

She knew she wasn’t as thin as she used to be, still just as glamorous though, but even so Berry threw herself against the wall and began to shimmy her way through the small gap. She also said a few prayers to a god she half believed in for good measure.

Wasting no time at all once she arrived on the other side Berry clawed the panel open and paused. With her face dimly lit by the panel Berry concentrated very hard on trying to hear that sound again; the sound of something pulling itself along the floor behind her with a hiss. In her mind Berry could see the little holographic map pointing out Roy and herself with two red dots of the Grit on either side.

Berry pushed the button.

Moonfiend

I'll hopefully get posty up by the end of this week :)

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Shannon

“I no freak” Shannon stated matter-of-factly. “I monster.”

She was resting on her front arms and shifted slightly trying to find a more comfortable position on the large, cold metal examination table. The room itself was far too white for Shannon; she hated the bitter smell of sterile equipment, she hated the florescent light above her, she hated the used tools on the counter top, and she hated the machine the machine she was connected to. Shannon kept a single eye trained upon it. With another eye, she glared unblinking at the door the not-Agents had left chattering excitedly to each other.

“Thank you Zesiro friend, scaring Not-Agents.” She looked almost kindly at him through the eyes of her tongue. “Not-Agents talk like Agents. Not-Agents ask I though for things. Still not Like.”

Absently she toyed with the ridges of the table where there had been places for restraints before she had torn them off.

“Zesiro friend. What place Trident? I smell many Humans and Monsters. It busy place. Are other friends here too?”

Charles

“Book of the Dead? As in Egyptian Book of Dead or possibly something else?”

Already Charles was stringing together little ideas and questions to ask, hungry eyes willing the book to give up its secrets. While he itched to get his hands on it and pore over it Charles knew it would be impolite to do so, at least without asking first.

“Looks like it’s been through the wars a bit, if you don’t mind me saying so. May I?”

He waited until Twain either gave or refused him permission to draw the book closer for tentative examination of its first few pages before he continued. Despite Twain not telling him the specific reason for calling a little meeting given the circumstances Charles could make at least several very good guesses.

“Sir, in the message you sent you had spoken about teaching a few of us some new skills. Given that Rozalind has apparently booked out the gym for the entire morning, I’m guessing that you’re taking on the more magical arts to teach.”

Charles ‘hmm’-ed when a thought struck him and the gears spinning inside his skull were almost audible.

“Thinking about it, it’s actually pretty obvious that magic would be more of a ‘taught’ subject rather than a simply ‘innate ability’ sort of thing. But that does raise the question if some are more gifted with one branch of magic than another, or perhaps even able to learn multiple branches, assuming magical subjected are structured in such a way…”

“Sorry sir. You were saying?”
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