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[RP] Kingdom Hearts: War of Worlds|Olympus Coliseum|Time:N/A|Weather:N/A

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NexosYourGayBestFriend96:
Sone thought for a moment, going back to the day he woke up.

Let's see.. I think I woke up in.... Traverse Town... I think. Yeah, I remember waking up next to a fountain, and when I looked around there was my keyblade in my hand and someone from the Calvalry woke me up- but I forgot his name. I felt dizzy, and my keyblade disappeared before I became fully conscious. I keep getting this vibe that my keyblade has a mind of it's own, it only seems to show up when needed. Anything before that is blank... oh wait!

It dawned on him, something he missed that he couldn't believe he missed.

I do remember wearing different clothes when I woke up though, but they had burnt marks on them. It was... it was...

He thought for a moment, the memory was fuzzy.

Sorry, that's all I remember besides my wooden sword.

GrizzlyEatsKids:
Leon, Celine, and Jack

Leon's eyes widened slightly, the memory of one of the last days in his home world trying to force themselves into his mind. He tried to shut them out, not wanting to remember that awful day. He tried to keep his cool, though, when answering to Sone.

Alright, well at least we have some information, but for now, I think it's best that we get some rest, as who knows what could be awaiting us at Port Royal, but I doubt it's anything pleasant. We can try to gather more information possibly when we return to Headquarters. For now though, we should attempt to clear our minds and focus on the mission ahead.

Leon was about to turn off the screen when he thought of something else he wanted to say.

Maybe try to practice summoning your keyblade over the next few days before we reach Port Royal. Try to bring up any emotions or memories you can from the last time you were able to call on it. Just don't waste too much energy, and remember, the keyblade does not have a mind of its own. The weapon is almost a part of you, and you have full control over it, but if it only shows up when needed, then make yourself need it every time you wish to summon it.

Leon bid a temporary farewell to Sone before shutting off the screen. He then walked around the ship a bit, trying to clear his find, but then Celine woke up.

What's wrong Leon? Is everything ok?

Yeah...yeah I'm fine.

Everything that he had just discussed with Sone was a bit much to take in all at once, and he wasn't sure what to think of all of it, but he also didn't want Celine to worry. Leon then sat down in the seat next to Celine, and she leaned on his shoulder, whispering to him in an innocent-sounding voice.

Leon, what we saw in Agrabah is just the beginning, isn't it?

Leon was thrown off a little by the question.

Well it was our first real mission, so I guess so.

No, I mean, there's worse in store for us, isn't there? There's stronger Nocturnes, villains more powerful than Jafar, and more people like Riku, but who aren't on our side, right?

Well, I guess so, but we have some extremely strong forces on our side to now, and with Riku-

Leon, we don't even really know if that was Riku. What if he was some new enemy. Besides, this war..it will cause a lot of innocent people to get hurt, won't it? All of those Nocturnes, maybe they didn't have a choice on what side to join...maybe they were forced...and then there were those three friends, Neesha, Raithen, and Mikto. They were a little like us, don't you think?

A lump began to develop in Leon's throat. Something about Celine's tone was different. She seemed scared almost, something that didn't happen too often, and this frightened Leon a little, but he tried not to let on that he was worried.

Well, yeah, they kind of were. But this is war, Celine, and people will get hurt, and even die, many of which will be innocent. It doesn't matter about the Nocturnes, though. They fight for darkness, and we are the light, and no matter what, we must stop them. With victory comes sacrifices, some of which are harder to deal with than others.

Celine, didn't say another word. She soon fell asleep, Leon feeling one of her tears falling on his shoulder.

Jack, meanwhile, had actually been awake the entire time, as it was fairly difficult to sleep on the floor, even though the ride itself was smooth. Something bothered him deeply, though. Why had he told Sone about his dream? More importantly, why had Leon never told him, his best friend?

The-Blades-slave:
Kyra
Kyra lie in here bed, a luxurious bed, of course, admiring herself in her miniature mirror, also luxurious, of course. She smiled, she still looked good, so why wasn't she the center of attention anymore? Was it her hair? No, still silky as ever, she reassured herself as she brushed a silver strand out of her eyes. Her skin? No, sexy as ever, she once again reassured herself, running a hand over the supple expanse of her naked legs, the short-shorts providing little protection. Maybe it was her smile! She grinned, full pink lips drawing into a stunning smile, revealing perfect teeth. No, still flirtatious as ever, she told herself.

She threw herself back into the bed again, landing gently on the luxurious sheets with a drawn out sigh. What could it be?! She stood and slipped on her pink flip-flops, momentarily pausing to admire her pretty silver nails, and walked out of her room to get some air. Most would have changed out of their pajamas, in her case an overly large white t-shirt that extended to mid thigh, covering her too short orange shorts, but she didn't care. More attention either way, shethought with a shrug.


Tylan and Warren
Tylan nodded with a ghost of a smile, bangs dissecting his eyes. He was trying to fight off the memories of that day, and a story would help.

Warren kicked back in his chair, planting his boots on the table. He had discarded his trnch coat, dressed only in his stonewashed black jeans and white t-shirt, revealing the strangely tanned skin of his muscular arms. His hair was its normal color for once, a rich golden blonde, and fell into his face. "Go for it," he mumbled distantly, leaving all his troubles behind as he was lulled to sleep by the rhythematic hum of the Gummi ship's engine.

WhistfulSoul:
Soul

Soul unrolled his hoodie's sleeves and took it off, deciding it was too hot. He had a quarter-length sleeve on underneath, but he felt that it was more comfortable that two layers.

This is the story of how the desired became the undesired.

Soul took his chair and moved to to the wall of the Gummi to give himself more support.

When I was still in school, a few years ago, me and my friends, we were told stories of the Keyblade masters Sora and Riku, and all of their adventures, and these great accomplishments that they had. Well we wanted to have our own Keyblades, we wanted to be just like them, we wanted to have our own adventures. Soul stared out the window.

I'm sorry Chase, Jayce, Aron. It's not how you wished it was. I wish I could be there to tell you what it's like, but this war... It's nothing like we expected it to be. Soul turned back to the other two, eyes glazed over by the memories of his painful past. I got Loneliness by a stoke of luck. He flicked his wrist to his side, summoning the Keyblade. I knew that I wanted one, but I was a kid, I was unaware of the responsibilities it came with.

Soul chuckled. We would always play Struggle with each other in our spare time, imagining that the Struggle sticks were Keyblades. He drooped his head in exhaustion and in personal defeat. I'm sorry I never came back you three. He paused to recollect what he was saying.

It was only a Shadow Dog. I was being chased by one. A singular Dog. It chased me into the train station, and I took a Gummi to Olympus. I was somehow met with more there, and I was forced down into Hades. I was scared and alone, and when they almost had me, I closed my eyes, put my hands up, and I heard a voice. When I looked up, in my hand was Loneliness, and on the other end was the shadows that were chasing me. I don't know how, but.. I got them.

The-Blades-slave:
Tylan and Warren
Tylan was silent, and for a few moments the only sound was the steady breathing of the three, and the hum of the engine. Finally, peaking through one stormy gray eye, his bangs shadowing his angular face. "It's always tragic. These powers take so much from everyone. Tylan lost his brother, you, Soul, lost your hometown, and..." Warren paused, a ghost of a smile creeping into his features. "I lost my soul."

The silence descended into the room again, Warren closing his eye, his chest rising and falling slowly as he presumably drifted to sleep. Tylan struggled for something to say to break the silence, but he could barely speak thanks to the stone in his throat, and he was grasping at straws, anyways. For the first time, Tylan gave in, submitting to his weariness. His eyes were sunken in, the once smooth skin surrounding them shadowed by heavy bags, and his skin was taking on a sallow shade. He hadn't been eating much, and it showed. He was always a thin personal, but he was always lean and muscular, now he just looked malnourished."The war has its tolls..." He finally managed to rasp out.

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