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Base had just been completely ignored by just about everyone in the castle. "Plans blow up in your face." Karina's words echoed in his mind. He felt insulted. Yes, there was room for error in his plan, but the plan now was basically his plan without the slightest nod towards him whatsoever. Still... Base had a duty to uphold.

"I'll go where Krowley goes. The practice has served me well so far."

KH 1.5 HD Remix is better than sliced bread.

"I think you both have points. Kross. Karina. Kross is in the right direction, but Karina points out the thing about it that can go wrong. Don't count on everything going right, but don't always depend on things go sour. It's best to just expect the worst. We want to take out the mob first though, which is why we need the castle staff for an ambush." Base continued to speak to his newer allies and D'daear. "Karina, your strength is legendary. I've heard about you, and I think you might be our strongest ally. Do you want to devise tactics with me? It'll take a lot to break the spirits in the mob without really hurting anyone so that we can focus our power on the leader."

Base wished he knew more about this Gaston. Did anyone shoot like Gaston? Make those beautes like Gaston? Then go tromping around wearing boots like Gaston? "What has got to be Gaston's greatest flaw?"

Base nodded affirmation to his apprentice, if that's what someone as willing to learn as D'daear was could be called. "If the mob should arrive and find no resistance, then that will leave them vulnerable. If we don't directly set up a defense, then that leaves us vulnerable. Luckily, we know individuals who can fill a perceivably empty room. Unless, of course, the village has some sort of mutual vendetta against furniture and knick knacks."
Base continued calling for the staff as he continued to address D'daear. "Do you see where I'm going with this, D'daear?"

Base heaved his spare frame up against one of the mighty castle doors and managed his way inside. "Lumiere? Cogsworth? Mrs. Potts? We need your help! Invaders! Encroachers! But don't worry, we have the mirror." Base shouted out loud to the halls as he walked inside the wide entrance way. Base called back to his friend.

"If you were to lay seige to a castle, would you expect resistance D'daear?"

Base saw Steel try to discreetly force Luna behind a pillar.
"What part of 'We're on the same side does no one understa-'?" Base started to ask indignantly, but the glimpse of red in Luna's eyes finally caught his notice. He had no time to act on this before another individual was introducing himself and offering his hand. He was taken aback by both sudden events, but appreciated the more easily digested information. He did not know of Kross well. Hardly anyone spoke of him much when Base was around, and Base being the recluse he was, was unfamiliar with most of the party he was fighting with. That had to change, and fast.

"Sebastian Noble, my friend. Please, call me Base. Everyone else does." Base nodded towards Kross and shook his head. "Really? Formalities can be pretty fun sometimes." Base gave a light chuckle as they made their way back into the castle. "Tell me, Kross, have you ever met a talking Candelabra? Because it's his help we'll be needing in keeping Gaston at bay."

+1 Stamina, please.

39.5 HP and 7.5 Def currently with the change.

Also!

Equipping the following:

Abilities:
Second Wind

SC:

Bambi if you have to equip Summons or else you can't use them.
Gravity if all Summons are accessible automatically without SC slots.
I'll edit this aspect when I know for sure.

Unequipping Unbound to Equip Lady Luck

Spending 30 crowns to increase Defense by 2. Spending 32 crowns on increasing Magic by +4.
With spending the crowns, my Defense stat is now 9.5 and my Magic stat is 26.

Buying and Equipping as many Ethers as I can carry.

"A plan? I confess, Steel, to most you may be a bit of a know-it-all and annoyance, but," Base nodded towards Steel with appreciation, "Your simply, deeply focused. I value you for that." Base looked to Eon next. "Now that we know Maurice is fine, then we can focus all our attention and resources on protecting those we need to. This Gaston will likely have strength in numbers...you mentioned a mob. We are less than a dozen, and although we are each strong, we stand no chance of staving off an attack and protecting Beast and the Belle at once. We need numbers on our side but..." Base rubbed his chin in thought, looking back over his shoulder and at the castle by happenstance. A lightbulb went on in his mind.

"Wait a minute! I know!" Base's face lit up. "We've seen a magical side of this world, Karina." Admitedly, Base knew her solely by name and reputation. He tried to be as confident and congenial as possible to least obstruct a clear view of who he was. "That's what has been going on. And this magic may prove useful to us."

But then Luna's words caught his ears. "We are all on the same side for now."

"Who is Gaston, and where do you rank him as a threat?" Base recognized Eon merely as an ally. He'd never known the younger man very well. All Base knew was that this information was useful. If they could circumvent an attack before it happened, then perhaps a travesty could be avoided. But...there was still the problem at hand as well for his group.

"Belle's father is in terrible danger. Oh... this is Belle." Base bowed and indicated the young woman accompanying them in the woods. "We were just setting out to rescue him." He paused. "This is a rather sticky situation..." And Base pondered.

"We work at your pace, Miss Belle." Base bowed in response. "Certain as the sun rising in the East." He looked around to his allies. "Should we all walk together, or treat this like a caravan? I think Steel would be best for the lead; he tends to have the highest sensitivity to surroundings, and we'll all want to see if he senses something. D'daear, you're still a still a little wet behind the ears; stick close to someone and you're support will make a world of difference. That's really all I can think of. I'm ready to go."

Belinda paced at her own pace. She wasn't really "in her own skin" at the moment. She was in her preferred state as the beautiful human daughter of beloved Animator and Movie Mogul Walt Dixon. Normally, she was still his daughter, but did not look quite like she did then. Her long blond hair extended past her fair shoulders, her blue eyes glistening even in the late night air. She was thin and relatively tall, with the sort of figure most would expect of a celebrity of her breeding. She was dressed to conceal, however, as she roamed the back lots of her father's studios. A larger than life, ferocious T-Rex with glowing yellow eyes and green skin loomed above her head as she sat on the set of the movie slated to begin shooting the next day; a movie she was to star in. Not as the Romantic interest, nor as the quirky comic relief. She was playing the lead. Belinda Dixon was finally getting her chance to really pull the weight of a motion picture film, and the weight was impressing itself upon her. Mostly because she knew she had more in common with the animatronic monstrosity lifelessly locked in mid-roar above her than what she appeared to be.

Belinda sighed and cast off her disguise. Her soft white skin grew green scales all over her body, and her blond hair receded into her skull as a lizard's tail grew from her back. When she opened her eyes, they were as red as blood instead of the frosty blue they'd been before. That was her "gift". She could become anyone and change her outward appearance to pull the wool over anyone's eyes. She was literally a character chameleon. Actors both noted and unknown would kill to have that ability, she knew, but if they knew the costs... Belinda had to go about knowing, deep down...she always looked like a scaly monster. Occasionally, she even had no choice. She could not always maintain a disguise for long; the stranger the look, the longer it would hold. Normally, she stayed "herself" as long as she could, but this time, the transition to her mutant form was on purpose. In the jungle atmosphere created in Lot 64 almost felt homey for a lizard... or whatever she really was. She opened her mouth to sigh again. Where perfectly even, flat white teeth had been were perfectly even, sharp, slightly yellowish teeth. In and out, "Slithe" knew she had to be a freak, and no matter who her father was and how much money she had on her own. No matter how adored she was by fans, she knew it was more for a faked beauty than an existing talent.

Base hit a clam on the harpsichord after Beast bowed his head and uttered his last phrase. "You did what?" Base asked with heavy surprise in his voice. "What about everyone else in the castle? You want to be free of this curse, don't you?" Base ran to the collected group and looked into the Beast's eyes. What he saw was not the monster he'd fought in the hall. He saw, instead, a wounded, bleeding heart in all-too-human blue eyes.

"You...really loved her...didn't you...?" Base asked peacefully.

Base crept back over to the harpsichord. He'd really been creating something he thought was special. It was slow, sweet, and tranquil. He knew there were words in there somewhere... "Tale as old as time...song as old as rhyme..." He sang softly along with each note he'd tapped out. There he was stuck. He looked back to his friends and grinned. "Sorry... can't help myself around musical objects."

"Everyone alright?"

Base took a moment to catch his breath. His mouth was dryer than he'd noticed prior. "I'm covered." Base replied. "I'm wondering who that was, and who Hikaru is as well. Anyone else?" Base asked his friends, rising to a full standing position and casting his Keyblade away. He took a moment to adjust his dark blue blazer and dusted off his blue skinny jeans that were fitting a lot more lately.

"Keep your head up!" Base's reassuring shout to D'daear accompanied his taking action against four of the six foes surrounding the other Keyblader. Amongst the six, there were three Warriors and three knights. Obviously, the heavier Warriors were the greater threat, but he would not be able to take them all down at once. Three Warriors were dispatched with one knight, and the remaining two knights were sent reeling back as a result. Base patted D'daear on the back. "It is your decision; either run or fight. Never give up."

I've been told I look like Sebastian from "Black Butler", I think. Ergo, it would stand to reason that Base would to. Hehehe, the Sebastian Theorem.

Base took his sights on two pairs of Knights. Handling his enemies in twain, Base noticed just how much everyone had each other's back in the fray. The Gargoyles were quickly disappearing. Still, what about what would happen when the supply of things to hit was depleted. Base felt like someone was still going to want to hit something after all this. Exactly what was the history between Krowley and this Aux and Hikaru? Questions cursed Base's inquisitive head as always.

The rule of three Warriors and one Knight seemed to be just within Base's range of motion. His light frame gave him the edge on the clunky foes. Travelling and fighting had made him a running powerhouse, and brought out the determination it took to last the full battle and still stand on his feet in the end. Taking the advantages he had over the other fallen gargoyles, Base made quick work of the number he'd already worked out in his head. Working up a sweat, Base was charged with the full force of his considerable magical powers. He chose the moment to help Krowley as much as he could, and Luna was down too. He didn't know how much a Cure spell would help either of them, but he shouted "Life" twice for them both. There was only so much a Cure spell could do for either, but his allies needed something.