John Anderson

The shadows numbers were thinning, although it hadn't seemed like they had actually done much. John focused his attention to the Virgo he was fighting. He raised his hand prepared to blast another bolt of air at it. As he began to say the word to the spell, he heard the grease guy call out in his direction. When John turned to see what was going on, he saw a shadow flying straight towards him.  With little time to react John held his keyblade is front of him once again saying the word, “Aero", but this time instead of a blast of air firing out, a gust of wind began to surround John. Only a few inches from his face, the shadow was suddenly repelled, launched up into the air. John looked toward the assailant, with a bit of contempt in his eyes. Without thinking about it John looked up toward the shadow as it began to descend overhead of John. He took his keyblade and thrust it toward the shadow, piercing the barrier of wind with surprising ease; he struck it through one of its eyes. The shadow burst into another black cloud, from the impact more white feathers had fallen out as well.

John fell on one of his knees as the wind barrier began to subside, he propped himself up with his keyblade. John began to look around for his Virgo, but it seemed to have disappeared. As John rose, ready to give the jerk who threw the shadow at him an earful, a chill went up his spine. The Virgo reappeared behind John wailing its claws, John jumped to the side in the attempt to make distance from the Virgo, but there wasn't enough time its claws already struck him in the side causing him to lost grip on his keyblade. It wasn't a deep wound, but blood had definitely been drawn, John held his side applying pressure and he stared at the Virgo. The creature of darkness stared back, with its yellow eyes, giving John a mocking grin. At this point John want nothing to do with this blasted dream anymore, he raised his hand to the Virgo who was just fluttering it wings back and forth as it was laughing at John. “Just piss off already!" letting out a mighty shot John gathered all his energy to form another aero, before screaming the out the spell. “Aero!" The blast wasn't as strong as the first time, but when it impacted the Virgo, it had pierced through it dissipating into a black cloud.

A small light flashed around John, and he was filled with a sudden burst of energy, but the feeling faded fast as the pain from John's wound hit him again. Small diamonds, with blue and yellow patches, appeared from thin air and began to circle John before falling into his pocket. John's breathe was ragged after casting the last aero, he slowly walked over to pick up his keyblade. John walked over to regroup with the other, using his keyblade as a cane to support himself. He kept pressure on the wound, when he saw the mechanic he gave a distasteful look. "Hey pal,...let me...know...when the next floor shows." John's voice began to fade as he talked, barely able to finish the sentence John collapsed onto the floor trying his best not to pass out.

(Not sure if we work on a “Level up, Fill up" so if we don’t I’ll change it later.)

John Anderson

Making his way onto the platform, the voice once again speaks, about magic nonetheless. John couldn't help but feel this dream was turning into some messed up RPG. Thankfully the smoke he was enjoying kept him from screaming it at the voice in the futile attempt to get a response. Once the voice stopped talking scrolls, incased in a bubble of light, appeared out of know where lowering themselves to everyone. Taking out the cigarette to exhale the smoke John let the scroll fall in his free hand.

"Well now, let’s see what mystical power i get from this piece of scrap paper." John spoke out loud with a rather sarcastic tone as he opened the scroll. The lettering on the scroll looked similar to the one on the hilt of his keyblade, but he couldn't like he could before. As he looked over the scroll, the words turned a whitish grey and then for the first time since John arrived, he felt a breeze blow across his face. He blew out another cloud of smoke, but instead of simply drifting upward like it had been previously; it flew behind following the gust of wind. It hadn't seemed like anyone else noticed the wind, as it was getting harsher, John could see it blowing on the scroll as he continued to look down it. "What the hell is this?" The wind had really begun to pick up as John had to cover his eyes to keep debris from hitting them.

The torrent of wind began hitting as if it were a hurricane knocking John back, closer and closer to the edge. When he looked behind him he saw the bottomless pit of darkness below. He couldn’t fight back against the wind, and no one else seemed to be effected by it. Finally, as John had finished the last line of the scroll a blast of wind send John over the edge of the platform. John closed his eyes as he fell facing the fathomless pit ahead, but when he opened them he had been right back where he was originally standing, scroll in hand, with his cigarette just burning away. Everything seemed the same, which only made what had just happened all the more disturbing. John took his cigarette and put it out on the platform unsure of whether it was it or the scroll that brought the hallucination on. "I should probably start taking this dream a little more seriously or I'm gonna lose it."

John Anderson

John looked over his shoulder to see the he was previously fighting lunge at him while his back was turned. Before he could do anything one of the girls he made the attempt to protect had struck the shadow away with her own keyblade." Uh, Th-Thanks kid " John rose to both his feet gripping his keyblade like a vice. If this wasn't some weird ass dream I might actually be a little ticked I got saved by a little girl. As he gripped his keyblade harder he felt more reason to fight.

 John turned on his heel to face the two shadows he had knocked away and held on to his keyblade with both hands he charged to them. One of the shadows had melded with he ground while the other stood waiting to see what John would do. Keeping the blade low to the ground he swung upward when he reached the shadow knocking it up. Griping the keyblade like a bat he swung at the shadow when it came to level with his shoulder. With each hit white feathers would burst from off the shadow and although not very noticeable the shadow size was beginning to lessen.

John Anderson

And Just like before the voice talks again from somewhere in the darkness. "Ugh. Even in my dreams the stupid freakin' oracles have to talk cryptic."  John rubbing his eyes an in annoyed fashion hadn't noticed the shadows approaching them until the he began hearing screams. The creepy black ants started jumping trying to claw at them. Luckily, they weren't that fast and John was able to step out of their way when they jumped to attack.

The shadow trying to attack John flattened its self and began crawling on the floor to John. He figured that while it was like that if he could land a blow it would be easy to dispatch. But when he tried to crush it under his foot the shadow proceeded to crawl under it and behind him. John followed it with his eyes still watching it move around in the flatten state until it jumped from the ground at such speed it shocked John.

John fell to the floor as the shadows bound sent him over to the back of John. Freighted he pushed himself back with his hands and feet to create distance from the creature. "What the hell are these things?! I didn't think this dream could get creepier then kids in their pajamas!"

John Anderson

A bit lost as to what was going on John began to think again placing his hand back on his chin." Now hold on a second. What do you mean "your" dream? This is my dream pal and I’m tryin to figure whatever stupid lesson I’m supposed to learn to wake up. But if none of you can offer any useful information then I'm outta here." With that gone waved his hand off to the two people walking over to the edge of the platform. But when he reached the edge there were no other platforms below them or above, only an abyss of darkness. A rather embarrassed expression came on his face as he turned around back to the group." Or maybe I'll just stay here and brainstorm with my imagination. So fellas, any ideas on how to wake-up?"

i can not for the life of me remeber what it was. I think it was sync something

John Anderson

Out on the balcony of his hotel room John was silently watching the coastline while enjoying a smoke. His usual smiling face was replaced with a father expressionless one as he looked out at the sea. "I've been here a few weeks now maybe it’s time I head back. Back home, where everything’s going to change, no more goofin off life’s gonna get alot more serious when I get back. And soon enough I’ll have to look after the entire business. Ah, dam it!"

John banged his hands against the railing letting the smoke in his lungs pour out with his shout. A sullen expression grew on his face as he thought about his future. John took another puff from his cigarette before letting out a tired yawn. "Well no point in stressing over it this late at night. I'm sure I’ll be able to kick it back here for a few more days before I head back." Saying that he headed into his room shutting the door to the balcony behind him and stepped into to his bed.

When John opened his eyes again he was surrounded by darkness and overtaken by a frigid chill. The only thing he could see is the frosted breath infront of his face." Wha- What the hell is this. Why is it so freakin' cold in here I coulda sworn I closed the door."