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There was a bit of sound breaking to be heard across the third district. The mercenary came wafting down, standing in front of the fountain while carrying a body-sized blade, harboring a curved hook at the end. It arched in a design that could easily be intended to behead a foe. Justin's body dismembered into disseminated chains, coupled with a transform capability related to wooden locks, steel shackled, and curved bladed similar to guillotine. Phillip became enticed in rather impressive armor, used to reduce the pressure implemented on his body from biding upon making strokes with his sword as an extension of himself. Vortemis carried two massive gauntlets, each contained a massive compression of aero-spells, tightly fitting the shape of his fists. Lastly General O'nam outfitted a multi-faceted bow carved entirely out of a yellow light, most notable, a circle spins in between the center of the bow.
"The master always said, it would be a waste of time to try. Well, let's see how his completed article stacks against his prototype system."
Salforge spawned a bank of his specialized blocks to set of a defensive perimeter. A slow walk was performed, his back ablaze with an orange light of his specialized weapon spawned from the Kakugane CI. This had to be the most vulnerable he'd been, and each of them there, with the exception of Justin and the white knight, understood why this was. They would be in for a surprise.
The knight came first, followed by a loud thud against the marble ground, the sound of a loud ping echoed through the air as even the floor was being protected. The mercenary waved his finger at the enigmatic adversary, "We can't have you doing that a second time."
The knight stepped in followed behind by Phillip who swung in sync as the knight armed with a right jab. Both were greeted with blocks to parry their melee attacks and they quickly bounced off with a push away from the blocks.
A chain jettisoned past them both, slicing straight through one of Salforge's blocks. Nailing him in the back, but protected by his blade it ricocheted off. A strong wind blew his way, disharmonizing the rotation of his blocks, creating an opening for the largest of their group. He came in, issuing a shoulder charge and collecting enough movement to trigger a charge animation. The mercenary turned an raised his wide sword to act as parry, stopping his brutal charge by diminishing the surrounding momentum.
"Surprised? No worries, it gets better."
The mercenary stepped to the side and tucked Vortemis' arm under his, using his what strength he had, threw the massive giant over his shoulder and into Justin, the two toppled and rolled into the third district's main door leading to first. A violent ping was heard, and they sat in a daze for a few moments. Salforge had eyes on Phillip, the knight, and the general now, O'nam raised his bow dubbed "Perjury" and the wheel mechanism spun violently.
"You won't survive this time, my Perjury's Full Circle will emancipate your futile existence contracted with our ranks."
"I don't ever really remember seeing this before. You were always conservative and secretive, if it's anything like your base skills, then the effects must be terrifying."
"Oh. You actually sound frightened."
"Is that an emotion of some kind? I was remaining rational, yet cautious, but if you care to equate it with fear, by all means friend."
"Join the countless other i've slain in the Death Garden. Perjury: Full Circle."
O'nam's declaration was one rumored before a wipe, Commander kept him close as this was an example of what it meant to be a war machine. The circle spun from the bow, detaching, and growing larger encompassing the space around the mercenary exclusively, the ring turning into a dome-like structure, painting a ceiling above Salforge's head. It appeared as though at that point he was officially boxed in and left at the mercy of a complete "wipe." Arrows began to phase in, brimming with light, but only slightly distinguishable from the yellow dome. Salforge jabbed his blade through the ground he coated earlier, and drew in the blocks he set in place. He shield himself down to the skin with his strongest layers, coated with O'nam's own light of decay he'd attained upon their first confrontation. As the lights collected, they began to fly at him, ruthlessly hammering away at him as a single target. Magic had a higher impact ratio than physical damage, and even with decay he wouldn't pose the necessary resistance to resist this manner of attack if it didn't end soon, let alone another one.
Eyes looked on, inside of the barrier. There was a click of a cellphone, as if someone was making a phone call. "Hello Cat? You won't believe the NPCs right now in the middle of our game." There was a brief pause, it was a single person against five, it was hardly a fair predicament. A blast came from above and shattered the dome hitting the mercenary directly before leaving nothing left where he was standing.
"What!?" O'nam snapped, but looked forward to see a singed spot where Salforge was just standing, now no one was there. "By the Empire, what just happened!? Is he dead?!"
Their group pulled together, the white knight included. Salforge was nowhere to be found, and absent of where he would've been sent if eradicated by O'nam's Full Circle. He possessed only the power to defend, and this by far was his only visit to this world according to official travel logs. Where did he end up or was he even still alive to begin with?
"I don't like this. What was that light just now O'nam?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. Was it her that did it?" the general pointed to the white knight. "I wouldn't put it past her, she knows him. Right? Concordia."
"........." the knight said nothing.
"The master always said, it would be a waste of time to try. Well, let's see how his completed article stacks against his prototype system."
Salforge spawned a bank of his specialized blocks to set of a defensive perimeter. A slow walk was performed, his back ablaze with an orange light of his specialized weapon spawned from the Kakugane CI. This had to be the most vulnerable he'd been, and each of them there, with the exception of Justin and the white knight, understood why this was. They would be in for a surprise.
The knight came first, followed by a loud thud against the marble ground, the sound of a loud ping echoed through the air as even the floor was being protected. The mercenary waved his finger at the enigmatic adversary, "We can't have you doing that a second time."
The knight stepped in followed behind by Phillip who swung in sync as the knight armed with a right jab. Both were greeted with blocks to parry their melee attacks and they quickly bounced off with a push away from the blocks.
A chain jettisoned past them both, slicing straight through one of Salforge's blocks. Nailing him in the back, but protected by his blade it ricocheted off. A strong wind blew his way, disharmonizing the rotation of his blocks, creating an opening for the largest of their group. He came in, issuing a shoulder charge and collecting enough movement to trigger a charge animation. The mercenary turned an raised his wide sword to act as parry, stopping his brutal charge by diminishing the surrounding momentum.
"Surprised? No worries, it gets better."
The mercenary stepped to the side and tucked Vortemis' arm under his, using his what strength he had, threw the massive giant over his shoulder and into Justin, the two toppled and rolled into the third district's main door leading to first. A violent ping was heard, and they sat in a daze for a few moments. Salforge had eyes on Phillip, the knight, and the general now, O'nam raised his bow dubbed "Perjury" and the wheel mechanism spun violently.
"You won't survive this time, my Perjury's Full Circle will emancipate your futile existence contracted with our ranks."
"I don't ever really remember seeing this before. You were always conservative and secretive, if it's anything like your base skills, then the effects must be terrifying."
"Oh. You actually sound frightened."
"Is that an emotion of some kind? I was remaining rational, yet cautious, but if you care to equate it with fear, by all means friend."
"Join the countless other i've slain in the Death Garden. Perjury: Full Circle."
O'nam's declaration was one rumored before a wipe, Commander kept him close as this was an example of what it meant to be a war machine. The circle spun from the bow, detaching, and growing larger encompassing the space around the mercenary exclusively, the ring turning into a dome-like structure, painting a ceiling above Salforge's head. It appeared as though at that point he was officially boxed in and left at the mercy of a complete "wipe." Arrows began to phase in, brimming with light, but only slightly distinguishable from the yellow dome. Salforge jabbed his blade through the ground he coated earlier, and drew in the blocks he set in place. He shield himself down to the skin with his strongest layers, coated with O'nam's own light of decay he'd attained upon their first confrontation. As the lights collected, they began to fly at him, ruthlessly hammering away at him as a single target. Magic had a higher impact ratio than physical damage, and even with decay he wouldn't pose the necessary resistance to resist this manner of attack if it didn't end soon, let alone another one.
Eyes looked on, inside of the barrier. There was a click of a cellphone, as if someone was making a phone call. "Hello Cat? You won't believe the NPCs right now in the middle of our game." There was a brief pause, it was a single person against five, it was hardly a fair predicament. A blast came from above and shattered the dome hitting the mercenary directly before leaving nothing left where he was standing.
"What!?" O'nam snapped, but looked forward to see a singed spot where Salforge was just standing, now no one was there. "By the Empire, what just happened!? Is he dead?!"
Their group pulled together, the white knight included. Salforge was nowhere to be found, and absent of where he would've been sent if eradicated by O'nam's Full Circle. He possessed only the power to defend, and this by far was his only visit to this world according to official travel logs. Where did he end up or was he even still alive to begin with?
"I don't like this. What was that light just now O'nam?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. Was it her that did it?" the general pointed to the white knight. "I wouldn't put it past her, she knows him. Right? Concordia."
"........." the knight said nothing.
Just a heads up, the NPCs from DDD that were present in Traverse Town are also live in the RP's Traverse Town, I got the approval from pierce prior to my initial post doing some cameo's. You will be seeing me get saved by one, because I'm on the verge of getting reared by my character's past-affiliated NPCs.
He tread along, bright and absorbed neon signs seemed to be a product of this world's "culture" for lack of better word. The mercenary was being followed, the intruder yet to reveal themselves, only speaking to him with utmost hostility. Trying to detain a detainer...usually does not work out for their efforts.
"You wanna give me a little to go on, like, a face?" he said, as if speaking to no one.
Coming from up top, there was a figure that wore white armor, and a reflective helm. Their overall body was painted red and blue, mostly overlapped by a chatter white finish. Although this person said nothing right away, the mercenary could detect some level of familiar and in this instance he began to question it?
"Have we met before? You could also loose the mas-"
It took a step forward with provocation in mind, entering a stance of aggression. The mercenary withdrew conversation for his keen eyes and intuition, this was a passive approach before enacting hostility. Then the voice started chatter, as if this were a ventriloquist act.
"Now now. Why so stern and forceful Sal? Don't you recognize this person?"
"I have a strange suspicion we've met before."
"Exactly. See we did some investigating on your background and found someone that knew you, this is them. Amazing how the master made a lifeless machine out of us all, and oddly enough you are the one still stuck, hardest to break."
"Your starting to spout nonsense like General O'nam did, the very first time we met five years ago. Do you know him as well? Then you must also know that the master-"
"That the master brainwashed you, and used you to satiate his research, turning you into the prototype weapon against us. Eventually converting us to what you are now. But you'll see, we beat being machines! And we've all got a vendetta against you to pay back...in full."
Chains circle just above the mercenaries head, carrying open shackles that quickly latched to the mercenary's wrist. The knight in white jumped straight up. A sword that spewed a violet colored burst of heat, hit the ground in front of him with a massive impact, slinging a mound of granite-rock the size of a boulder straight up (similar to a see-saw launching like a catapult). A collection of winds followed the white knight to boosted their elevation, propagating themselves for a spike, smacking the granite boulder straight for the bound mercenary.
"You've gotta be kidding..." he stared at the boulder, then the sword. "Shit, improvising a dodge!"
He formed a block around the blade and brought it to his hands, cupping the grip and turning the stream of propulsion was enough to throw him straight up (while bound) out of the direct impact of the boulder. He hit a balcony and tugged on the chains to throw someone down. Vaguely catching glimpse of a blind giving him a sinister smile, a yellow pelt of light, flying in a straight line for the mercenary's head.
PING!
The block disintegrated almost instantly, creating one the size of a basketball to protect his head from being penetrated. As he looked over, it was the General. As he looked down, they began to group up, a green haired man picking up the sword, the blond to whom bound him, the white knight to whom was supposably an acquaintance of his past, and this massive male with a muscular build, towering at the very least seven feet in height. They were joined by O'nam. He could now see all their faces with the exception of the one clad in Armor.
"You're all...Steel Hearts?"
"Finally starting to remember?"
"Five of us..."
"Bingo." said the blond pointing to his own head with the hand gesture of a gun.
Salforge sighed, and he sat on the balcony up top and let his feet dangle. "Take your pick, which one of you wants to explain, i'll even let you vote."
"Prick! You should be- Wait. Forgot your still a machine, my mistake."
Salforge shrugged, "Please stop wasting my time, I can only be polite for so long." he'd already began ninja-coating the entire area since upon running through the district, and he was nearly done. The longer he stood still, the faster this could be achieved.
"You wish to know, do you even remember our names?"
"Huh? Names? Isn't shorty over there O'um Van Glieth or in short O'nam? That blonde guy is Justin Black aka Black Justice. The Bladed swordsmen is known as Phillip FLLFFL or just as "Alfa", you are Vortemis, a cross of Vortex and Artemis, basically you're a hunter that manipulates the wind. Yes, I remember all of you, but that doesn't answer my question of why you're here, who that knight is, and why I'm even still relevant after 20 years."
The mercenary started to impose a manufactured laugh, before instantly returning to his usual neutrality devoid of any mixed signals or interference.
"We came to recruit you."
"Pfft. Send a letter next time, so I can respond swiftly by saying not interested. Are we done?"
They all said the first word in unison and Vortemis finished, "No. That was to see if you'd cooperate, we actually just want you dead."
His feet stopped dangling, and he stood up. There was a reflective sheen visible to everyone, (similar to right before a boss fight) "There area has been sealed off. It's either you cooperate and tell me the knight's identity and leave quietly or I beat every single one of you senseless or worse.
"It's looking like worse old friend."
The mercenary sighed, "I won't tell the commander about this O'nam if you promise not to pull some outlandish story out of your ass, after I throw the impact on it, no hard feelings ok?"
As everyone geared into the ready state, in five voices the same sentence.
"Busou Renkin!"
"You wanna give me a little to go on, like, a face?" he said, as if speaking to no one.
Coming from up top, there was a figure that wore white armor, and a reflective helm. Their overall body was painted red and blue, mostly overlapped by a chatter white finish. Although this person said nothing right away, the mercenary could detect some level of familiar and in this instance he began to question it?
"Have we met before? You could also loose the mas-"
It took a step forward with provocation in mind, entering a stance of aggression. The mercenary withdrew conversation for his keen eyes and intuition, this was a passive approach before enacting hostility. Then the voice started chatter, as if this were a ventriloquist act.
"Now now. Why so stern and forceful Sal? Don't you recognize this person?"
"I have a strange suspicion we've met before."
"Exactly. See we did some investigating on your background and found someone that knew you, this is them. Amazing how the master made a lifeless machine out of us all, and oddly enough you are the one still stuck, hardest to break."
"Your starting to spout nonsense like General O'nam did, the very first time we met five years ago. Do you know him as well? Then you must also know that the master-"
"That the master brainwashed you, and used you to satiate his research, turning you into the prototype weapon against us. Eventually converting us to what you are now. But you'll see, we beat being machines! And we've all got a vendetta against you to pay back...in full."
Chains circle just above the mercenaries head, carrying open shackles that quickly latched to the mercenary's wrist. The knight in white jumped straight up. A sword that spewed a violet colored burst of heat, hit the ground in front of him with a massive impact, slinging a mound of granite-rock the size of a boulder straight up (similar to a see-saw launching like a catapult). A collection of winds followed the white knight to boosted their elevation, propagating themselves for a spike, smacking the granite boulder straight for the bound mercenary.
"You've gotta be kidding..." he stared at the boulder, then the sword. "Shit, improvising a dodge!"
He formed a block around the blade and brought it to his hands, cupping the grip and turning the stream of propulsion was enough to throw him straight up (while bound) out of the direct impact of the boulder. He hit a balcony and tugged on the chains to throw someone down. Vaguely catching glimpse of a blind giving him a sinister smile, a yellow pelt of light, flying in a straight line for the mercenary's head.
PING!
The block disintegrated almost instantly, creating one the size of a basketball to protect his head from being penetrated. As he looked over, it was the General. As he looked down, they began to group up, a green haired man picking up the sword, the blond to whom bound him, the white knight to whom was supposably an acquaintance of his past, and this massive male with a muscular build, towering at the very least seven feet in height. They were joined by O'nam. He could now see all their faces with the exception of the one clad in Armor.
"You're all...Steel Hearts?"
"Finally starting to remember?"
"Five of us..."
"Bingo." said the blond pointing to his own head with the hand gesture of a gun.
Salforge sighed, and he sat on the balcony up top and let his feet dangle. "Take your pick, which one of you wants to explain, i'll even let you vote."
"Prick! You should be- Wait. Forgot your still a machine, my mistake."
Salforge shrugged, "Please stop wasting my time, I can only be polite for so long." he'd already began ninja-coating the entire area since upon running through the district, and he was nearly done. The longer he stood still, the faster this could be achieved.
"You wish to know, do you even remember our names?"
"Huh? Names? Isn't shorty over there O'um Van Glieth or in short O'nam? That blonde guy is Justin Black aka Black Justice. The Bladed swordsmen is known as Phillip FLLFFL or just as "Alfa", you are Vortemis, a cross of Vortex and Artemis, basically you're a hunter that manipulates the wind. Yes, I remember all of you, but that doesn't answer my question of why you're here, who that knight is, and why I'm even still relevant after 20 years."
The mercenary started to impose a manufactured laugh, before instantly returning to his usual neutrality devoid of any mixed signals or interference.
"We came to recruit you."
"Pfft. Send a letter next time, so I can respond swiftly by saying not interested. Are we done?"
They all said the first word in unison and Vortemis finished, "No. That was to see if you'd cooperate, we actually just want you dead."
His feet stopped dangling, and he stood up. There was a reflective sheen visible to everyone, (similar to right before a boss fight) "There area has been sealed off. It's either you cooperate and tell me the knight's identity and leave quietly or I beat every single one of you senseless or worse.
"It's looking like worse old friend."
The mercenary sighed, "I won't tell the commander about this O'nam if you promise not to pull some outlandish story out of your ass, after I throw the impact on it, no hard feelings ok?"
As everyone geared into the ready state, in five voices the same sentence.
"Busou Renkin!"
Anybody else have a post in mind? How fast you reply to this, will determine the time frame of my next post. Either late afternoon eastern today, or sometime tomorrow.
It was enough, and the mercenary was dismissed, quickly decommissioned from active assignment and on standby. The commander gave a hasty compliance to the youthful General that had a personal vendetta against the mercenary. It would appear they had an unsavory history, but against all protest from the general, the mercenary himself is unable to resolve their connection. Almost as if several years were gone from his memory easily breaking whatever connection they had.
But to him, nothing mattered.
He'd long since given up on his initial ambition upon servicing the empire's aspirations six years ago. What did the name even mean anymore..."Steel Heart".
"Hmm?"
Salforge sat on the roof of the Gizmo Shop, slowly he could "feel" and he used this expression loosely, the wind picking up in the second district. His eye winced, as if exhibiting a mild tick, he was motionless and quickly began to notice a spell in particular was being cast against him.
Aero. A wind spell used as an aggressive form of black magic or alternatively as a defensive magic or abjuration, similar to what the mercenary specialized in.
"Been looking for your ass for 20 years. Steel Heart, kakugane CI. Salforge."
The mercenary had a bit of a blank expression as he looked around, though seeing no one.
"So you know the old man too..? Whats with this flimsy cage you put me in..." the mercenary replied to the disembodied voice.
"He really did alter your memory with that prototype steel didn't he? Whether you remember what you did to us, or not doesn't matter. We're here to make the remainder of your time conscious, a living hell."
The circle of the aero spell that bubbled around the mercenary started to get smaller and smaller. At that point he threw what curiosity he had to the way side and began to duplicate block after block until the compression turned into contraction, expanding his cage causing the aero bubble to burst releasing a destructive characteristic across the roof.
"Follow me, third district disembodied voice. C'mon puppy, thats a good boy, hustle now. Haste!"
Like a bullet he jumped across the roof and landed into the alley door leading to the next district over, quickly disappearing behind the doors. He whistled as to further taunt his pursuer.
But to him, nothing mattered.
He'd long since given up on his initial ambition upon servicing the empire's aspirations six years ago. What did the name even mean anymore..."Steel Heart".
"Hmm?"
Salforge sat on the roof of the Gizmo Shop, slowly he could "feel" and he used this expression loosely, the wind picking up in the second district. His eye winced, as if exhibiting a mild tick, he was motionless and quickly began to notice a spell in particular was being cast against him.
Aero. A wind spell used as an aggressive form of black magic or alternatively as a defensive magic or abjuration, similar to what the mercenary specialized in.
"Been looking for your ass for 20 years. Steel Heart, kakugane CI. Salforge."
The mercenary had a bit of a blank expression as he looked around, though seeing no one.
"So you know the old man too..? Whats with this flimsy cage you put me in..." the mercenary replied to the disembodied voice.
"He really did alter your memory with that prototype steel didn't he? Whether you remember what you did to us, or not doesn't matter. We're here to make the remainder of your time conscious, a living hell."
The circle of the aero spell that bubbled around the mercenary started to get smaller and smaller. At that point he threw what curiosity he had to the way side and began to duplicate block after block until the compression turned into contraction, expanding his cage causing the aero bubble to burst releasing a destructive characteristic across the roof.
"Follow me, third district disembodied voice. C'mon puppy, thats a good boy, hustle now. Haste!"
Like a bullet he jumped across the roof and landed into the alley door leading to the next district over, quickly disappearing behind the doors. He whistled as to further taunt his pursuer.
what my bank account be lookin' like.
The rattling was easy enough to spot, easy enough to hear, with all due sincerity this was a result in poor coordination on their part. The Mercenary was deliberating Ryoko's actions regarding their captive, the same captive that secured an exit for the rebels. That made three escapes concurring from the Mercenary, and by what means one wondered.
Magic.
He was a steel heart, unable to even access the power of the mystic. He was able to brandish a cheap replication through his kakugane's special ability to replicate spells, limited in 3 slots. His passive skill virtually deeming himself an armadillo, usually non-lethal, but when the situation becomes frenetic enough it could change within that instance. They escaped when it became that instance, needless to say this befuddled the rational thinking and emotionless contractor. These thoughts were almost inherent and locked in.
His ears twitched, breaking his train of thought and his eyes quickly averting to the location of the factory housed on the world. His eyes darted straight up at the warship the Trident. It seemed as if Clacverk had all but submitted his sanity, but a general's intentions were not to be questioned. What would alarm any "normal" human being, simply proposed a modicum of concern, and a turn to the palace only to walk away.
"I'll seek penance when this has ended. The sins can pile up until then, Twilight Town awaits."
With a whisper, the heartless approached, and opened up a path for the mercenary. A portal, about the size of a doorway, seven feet by three in length. It seemed as if a person would be walking through infinite darkness with no end in sight. The mercenary took head and moved swiftly through the passage the heartless created, as it swallowed itself up behind him.
//Traverse Town (Roughly 8 mins Later)------
He strummed plainly through the street, the cobblestone pavement, a mosaic design or two at every set of steps top and bottom. What caught his attention more than anything, were the number of refugees on this world. They reminded him...of himself, lost after a tragic encounter with his master. A few years ago, he began to suspect his memories, but abandoned the thoughts upon joining empire ranks. As Salforge's hands sifted through his pockets, children raced past him, as if engaged in a game of life or death at the speed to which they ran. Bright orange hair, velvet red, two sets of caps, quickly disappearing into the second districted, a barrier erecting behind them, with a red hooded teen leaning against the second district door.
"This place...has changed some since last coming here." he said rather hesitant. To make matters worse, things weren't as pleasant as he'd of liked to believe. The past that chased far behind for roughly twenty some odd years, was about to make a substantial leap into the present. Salforge approached the doors to the second district, passing the red hooded teen and touching the door, suspiciously, but noticing no such "restrictions" applied as with those children that ran through moments before. He tilted his head
"Nothing to see here."
"My thoughts exactly, ghost."
Then the teen in the red hood suddenly vanished. Salforge proceeded to enter the second district, his eyes instantly fell upon the clocktower, "Looks like the cover for the base is still in tact. Small interior, massive exterior." from the entrance to the second district he jumped several meters to the door leading into the clocktower and proceeded to enter and made his way to the largest mid-sized clock. Changing the big and little hands to 3:16. It slid to the right, activating a hidden elevator and the mercenary stepped inside and proceeded down, with the clock moving back into position, and re-synchronizing with the actual time. There was a small indent on the clock that manually stopped just that one, and as it slid back, the indent popped back disabling the temporary stop, this was the failsafe to prevent the elevator from revealing itself at AM and PM times automatically.
Down he went, traveling to the heart of their well-concealed factory. The empire chose to enter as refugees and build the factory here that way. Similar to Ghepetto's shop which he built himself, but to the knowledge of the townsfolk and it's representatives. Salforge stepped out of the elevator and marveled upon the contents of the lobby leading into the main-hallway. He was ahead of schedule but was greeted by another general, who offered a much more hostile welcome.
"YOU! SALFORGE!"
"Thats enough--O'um Van Glieth."
The mercenary raised his hand in greeting. "Commander Capricious, General O'nam. I'd feel for you if that were possible, you get an unreliable mercenary to boss around for stay. More importantly, I have information to share with you, thats my whole reason for coming ahead of General Ryoko. Lets talk."
Magic.
He was a steel heart, unable to even access the power of the mystic. He was able to brandish a cheap replication through his kakugane's special ability to replicate spells, limited in 3 slots. His passive skill virtually deeming himself an armadillo, usually non-lethal, but when the situation becomes frenetic enough it could change within that instance. They escaped when it became that instance, needless to say this befuddled the rational thinking and emotionless contractor. These thoughts were almost inherent and locked in.
His ears twitched, breaking his train of thought and his eyes quickly averting to the location of the factory housed on the world. His eyes darted straight up at the warship the Trident. It seemed as if Clacverk had all but submitted his sanity, but a general's intentions were not to be questioned. What would alarm any "normal" human being, simply proposed a modicum of concern, and a turn to the palace only to walk away.
"I'll seek penance when this has ended. The sins can pile up until then, Twilight Town awaits."
With a whisper, the heartless approached, and opened up a path for the mercenary. A portal, about the size of a doorway, seven feet by three in length. It seemed as if a person would be walking through infinite darkness with no end in sight. The mercenary took head and moved swiftly through the passage the heartless created, as it swallowed itself up behind him.
//Traverse Town (Roughly 8 mins Later)------
He strummed plainly through the street, the cobblestone pavement, a mosaic design or two at every set of steps top and bottom. What caught his attention more than anything, were the number of refugees on this world. They reminded him...of himself, lost after a tragic encounter with his master. A few years ago, he began to suspect his memories, but abandoned the thoughts upon joining empire ranks. As Salforge's hands sifted through his pockets, children raced past him, as if engaged in a game of life or death at the speed to which they ran. Bright orange hair, velvet red, two sets of caps, quickly disappearing into the second districted, a barrier erecting behind them, with a red hooded teen leaning against the second district door.
"This place...has changed some since last coming here." he said rather hesitant. To make matters worse, things weren't as pleasant as he'd of liked to believe. The past that chased far behind for roughly twenty some odd years, was about to make a substantial leap into the present. Salforge approached the doors to the second district, passing the red hooded teen and touching the door, suspiciously, but noticing no such "restrictions" applied as with those children that ran through moments before. He tilted his head
"Nothing to see here."
"My thoughts exactly, ghost."
Then the teen in the red hood suddenly vanished. Salforge proceeded to enter the second district, his eyes instantly fell upon the clocktower, "Looks like the cover for the base is still in tact. Small interior, massive exterior." from the entrance to the second district he jumped several meters to the door leading into the clocktower and proceeded to enter and made his way to the largest mid-sized clock. Changing the big and little hands to 3:16. It slid to the right, activating a hidden elevator and the mercenary stepped inside and proceeded down, with the clock moving back into position, and re-synchronizing with the actual time. There was a small indent on the clock that manually stopped just that one, and as it slid back, the indent popped back disabling the temporary stop, this was the failsafe to prevent the elevator from revealing itself at AM and PM times automatically.
Down he went, traveling to the heart of their well-concealed factory. The empire chose to enter as refugees and build the factory here that way. Similar to Ghepetto's shop which he built himself, but to the knowledge of the townsfolk and it's representatives. Salforge stepped out of the elevator and marveled upon the contents of the lobby leading into the main-hallway. He was ahead of schedule but was greeted by another general, who offered a much more hostile welcome.
"YOU! SALFORGE!"
"Thats enough--O'um Van Glieth."
The mercenary raised his hand in greeting. "Commander Capricious, General O'nam. I'd feel for you if that were possible, you get an unreliable mercenary to boss around for stay. More importantly, I have information to share with you, thats my whole reason for coming ahead of General Ryoko. Lets talk."
You guys can do whatever you feel like doing, consider me uninvolved from main plot until you work this chapter of the RP out amongst yourselves. Tagging Nomis and his nephew in, Salforge tagging out. See you guys in twilight town, I've got side story to catch up on.
What...did you just do Anorgos. You easily annihilated our base/factory on Agrabah...you do understand this helps the rebels do you not? Play it closer to the vest guys, no such thing as a free win (Until now apparently).
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