"That's one sly mouse." the tall boy said out loud while watching Mickey enter the new window. D'daear was hurting all over his body. It seemed like all that strenuous activity was finally getting him, despite his athleticism. Wanting to rotating shoulders for the sake of a stretch, the keyblade withdrew itself in light before the young boy began. A small moan escaped the keyblade wielder as he stretched, fighting the aches and bruises his body was experiencing. However, what doesn't kill him can only make him stronger. Fighting through the pain, D'daear let out a small sigh as he stepped next to Hikaru in them midst of his stretch. Not having really been paying much attention to the window, it was Hikaru who had noted the details that came from the new window. "Mickey's Rival..." he read aloud. "In Color?" COLOR was written In bright, florescent colors that could clearly be spotted as neither black or white. "I thought this place didn't have any color? Why is this world different?" "Beats me." D'daear replied, not really phased by the oddity of this realm. The truth was that this colorless world was beginning to feel dull, old, or overdone to better put it. He just wanted to get out of this place and back to disney town where everything was normal. If there was a window that was in COLOR, then maybe they were getting closer to escaping this place. "But at least we won't be stuck in this monochrome scheme for much longer...hopefully anyway." He stood next to Hikaru and watched the film unfold, hoping in the back of his mind that the next window they would have to enter would also be in color.
Jean stared at the two as words were exchanged. A huge relief fell over him when the two had decided to tag along, and it came as a huge surprise when Colton agreed to do whatever Jean wished him to do. From the sound of it, Colton REALLY did not want to go to the infirmary, but it seemed Christina or what's her name was insisting he go. Placing hands in jacket pocket, the brown haired academic smirked. Now the question was, would the girl go along with Colton's idea regardless if it was a vote of 2 against 1? He decided to take the chance. "Alright. Sounds like a fine deal to me. Besides, you look quite alright to me. No need to go to the Infirmary. Yeah, definitely. You're tough. " he commented as he made a quick inspection of the two. They genuinely looked fine; physically anyway, and that's all that mattered really. Besides, he didn't want to waste enough time as he had already done by returning back to the academy for this specific purpose. Taking a few steps backward, the young man took a hand out of pockets and waved for them to follow, turning around to lead the ducklings to the nearest bus stop. As they walked down the hall, brown eyes settled on the infirmary that was steadily approaching their proximity which immediately rang those responsible adult bells in his mind. Guilt waved over him as he started to doubt it. When he thought about it, last thing he needed was for either of them to collapse or endure something during the case. Worst case scenario it could hold them back. Then there was the girl. Why else would she have insisted at first that Colton go to the infirmary. Could it be Colton was actually hiding something? "Tch.." he uttered with a sigh. Jean came to halt near the infirmary's door. Head hung low as he dealt with the weight of the responsibility. It would definitely look bad on Jean if he were to bring a student outside of the academy, and then for them to get injured. Hands removed themselves from jacket pockets and they raised themselves in surrender. "I hate to do this, Colton....but I think Christina over here is right. You should probably just get the check up done and over with. That way no doubts will be holding us back when we go outside... I need you two at the top of your game because... who knows what we'll uncover in this case." he explained, turning around to face the two. Jean completely got Christie's name wrong. "Just get the check up so we can get out of here already. I'm already late as it is." he said with small benign disappointment.
Footsteps echoed in the hallways of the Academy as Jean made his way to the first floor. The building's walls were beige in color and marble floor was that of a burgundy color; and no shocker that it was clean enough to be able to show reflections. Five whole years had Jean been attending this school after his high school graduation. He had been living in this academy for that long, learning and always discovering new ways to apply himself. All that was thanks to the Head Master, for the man knew how to teach and encourage his students. To think, him, Jean Annuziato was actually deeply involved with the Academy. A huge sigh escaped him as feet took the final steps down the stairs, touching the first floor in order to lead him on towards the Academy's main entrance. Ahead of him he could see the sunlight pouring in through the glass doors that divided the inside to the outside world. Pressing hands against the door, he pushed in order to swing the doors open. Arms could feel just how heavy the doors were, and to be frank, they were heavier than they looked. The reason behind that was that it was akin to bullet proof glass, however there was more to it. Mr. Ingrao was a smart man, and he always took precautions when it came to the safety of his students. The glass doors were reinforced with zirconium, plastic fibers, and some metallic alloy that was thin layered onto it. When Jean first found out, he was merely baffled by the ingenuity. The doors were made like that in order to nullify bullets and the use of psionic energy to break it; because the see through doors totally did not look safe. It came to further surprise him that the windows in the school were made of the same material. Jean walked down the small flight of stairs leading to the building and commenced to walk towards the barred gates with hands in Black blazer Jacket pockets. Once he was past the gates, he stood on the very side walk with head turning to both directions to see whether the coast was clear. It was. Taking a deep breath, he clasped hands together and gave them a good rub as he readied himself. He shook his legs as to get them relaxed, go so far as to utter a few words of encouragment i order to get himself excited. After a nice stretch, he got into an Olympic runners starter position. However, something occurred to him. Eyes blinked as he stood there, realizing something. "Oh shoot... I have to talk to a mother..." he muttered in realization. He knew how dull he could be around women. The conversations were always so stale, and not generating any spark or excitement; primarily because he would get timid and start to stutter. He was too formal, and business oriented with women he didn't know or understand. Since it was Nicole Justice whom he would have to speak to, he definitely would blend well with the conversation. Yet, he found himself with the horror of potentially having to comfort this female who had lost a son, and that was a no no for him. "Tch... Twenty three years old, and I still have this problem..." he said in disappointment. Shoulders hunched as he lost the groove he was building. Raising himself back up, he placed hands into jacket pockets with a pout as he turned back to walk back into the academy. It was a minor set back, and it was something that he was about to fix. He toured through the academy once more, steps echoing in the hallways as he made his way to testing grounds where the students were having their exams. Surely one of these squirts would prove useful to his cause. He had no one in particular in mind, just the idea that he needed assistance. A Watson to his Sherlock Holmes. Eyes stared dead ahead into the hall as a form came into view. Jean walked past the infirmary as he locked onto the growing form. Eyelids suddenly pulled themselves to widen the eyes that were staring at the student. It was Colton Sharleton. Jean and pretty much EVERYONE in the school knew who this boy was. A charming fellow with a bit of a reputation that truly preceded him. Heck, even the Head Master was aware of this. Would this child really suffice as the needed assistance? The fact that they would be talking to a grieving mother did cross his mind along with the little girl that would most likely be in the house. Eyes began to wane as he was already losing interesting in the boy as his assistant. He needed someone that could sympathize with the family, someone who could have his back when he needed it, and not stir trouble. He wasn't thinking of Colton as a bad person or anything, but his reputation DID precede him. It all came down to trust really. Shaking his head slightly, Jean decided against it. Perhaps someone else. He was about to continue walking when he saw a purple haired girl around their age walking just behind him as if to catch up. Eyes widened again with renewed hope. This person was familiar to him, and most definitely would make for easier assistance. Heck, despite his shyness towards girls, he'd rather take her over Colton and his reputation. "Chrissy? Christina? Christine? Chris something.." he murmured under his breath while he tried to recall the girls name. Mind raced to remember the girls name, so much so that he was beginning to get a little nervous. Right hand curled into a tight fist within the jacket's pocket. Oh how he loathed this benign phobia. Clearing his throat, Jean stopped right in Colton's and the girls path. He gave the kids a simple smile and waved at them. "Hey there!" he initiated as he looked at the two. When they came within proper talking distance, he would commence with the usual small talk. Greeting them, asking how they were doing, and the usual polite things to say. "So listen... I was on my way to do a job involving a missing persons case. I'm assuming you two are done with your exams?" he queried the obvious. "If so, I'd like it if you guys would tag along." he said, regretting what he was saying. "Uugh... I just know they'd look at me like a creep if I only invited the Chris chick." he thought to himself as he looked at the two. "I could really use the help. Besides, it beats hanging around the school, am I right?"
Maka, this is Jean Annuziato reporting for Missing person: Rose Reyer. Name: Rose Reyer Age: 16 Date of Birth: June 14th Last Seen: Three weeks ago at Torren High School Music Festival Night, Reno, Nevada Recent Photograph: Here Extra Helpful Information: Has a freckle on the right side of her cheek Levels Qualified: 2-4 (Mainly queue this one for when Jean is ready.)
"You might get more information if you go meet Ms. Justice in person. Although, you must use caution. The media have been hounding at her doorstep day in and day out, even though it's been three months since he disappeared. Are you sure you're up for this?" Hands flexed as fingers remained still on the desk. "Yeah, I'll be ok. I just hope we're not to late. Three months is a long time..." he uttered in contemplation. The matter of it all is the young boy needed to be found; preferably alive and well. If there was any sliver of hope from a clue he could potentially find during the investigation, it would be taken as a stepping stone in finding Carter. Also, the mother, Nicole Justice, most likely needed the closure. Biting the bottom lip, Jean straightened up while letting out a sigh. Errol would most definitely know why Jean was sighing as the young man's brown eyes gazed at the mother. "A red car or a white van, according to the witness, and it could be either a male or female...." the young man spoke, trying to redirect focus on the evidence. A small chuckle escaped Jean as he came to the conclusion of how unreliable the witnesses were. Basically no one really knew anything. For all Jean knew, the witness accounts could very well be imagined. It was like nobody that was at the park noticed anything odd or out of place. Right thumbnail found itself into Jean's mouth as he nibbled softly in thought, while left hand took the piece of paper with the phone number and address. After exhaling through nostrils, he let go of his thumb, and closed the blue folder. One thing was for certain: Whoever kidnapped this boy had to be caught, because there was no telling if some of the other missing persons case were linked to this one or if the culprit would/had striked again. "Errol... do you know if perhaps there are any other missing persons cases that are similar to this one?" he queried as he walked to get his black jean blazer jacket from a coat hanger near the door. As he put it on he locked eyes with the Head Master. "if not, can you do me a favor a drop the other missing persons files on my desk? I'd like to review them when I get back from meeting with Nicole." he said. After Errol would respond him, sneakers would squeak briefly as Jean made haste to the doorknob, only stopping for a moment to turn around and telekinetically command the curtains to spread open so that sunlight could enter the dark lab. Index finger would flick the lab lights off, and from there the two friends would part ways. It was time to get to work.
There were bags under Jeans eyes, mainly from how exhausted he was from having kept the clones up all night. However, with his excitement in regards to his findings, you'd think he had a good nights rest. Pulling away from the notes, he leaned his lower back against the desk and placed elbows on the edge. Jean looked at Errol and then the blue folder in the Head Master's hand. The excitement slowly began to fade. It was labeled: Carter Justice. The memory instantly resurfaced. The knowledge of the small boy gone missing had been revealed by Errol before the Mission Boards went public to the academy. There had been two missing persons cases, Carter Justice, and another one with a young girl. Naturally Jean wanted to do both, but...personal circumstances did not allow Jean to be able to also look for the young girl. He felt bad about it, but he figured someone in the academy would work on that case. However, if no one had bothered to go searching for the girl...then he would have to do it; despite how uncomfortable it made him. "The little boy... Carter Justice. Eight Years old. Last seen eight months ago at Idlewild Park... " he uttered. That was all he knew when the case was first revealed to him. Extending an arm out to Errol, he motioned for the Head Master to pass the case file over to him. "I can finally take a small break from THIS." Jean said as he motioned to the lab, not showing much emotion. If the case file was handed over to Jean, the scientific notes would be organized and put aside in order to make room for the now opened blue folder. Some would disagree with Jean, but he valued the life of a child over a scientific breakthrough; besides he could make up for lost time easily. He was a strong believer that everyone had potential inside of them for something great, and they deserved the opportunity to carve that path. Every life deserved that chance to find out for themselves just what they were capable of. No one had the right to rob that opportunity from someone, especially from a child. They ARE the future after all, a generation destined to surpass their predecessors. Brown eyes would immediately begin to analyze the data before him in a state of focus.
It was in fact a good sleep he had and yet exhaustion still plagued him. Sitting upright on the couch, eyelids were half opened as a sure sign he was just waking up. Letting out a loud yawn, arms reached high into the air which caused for muscles to stiffen in this morning stretch. Heart rate increased for a moment as blood pressure shifted briefly. With a quick use of index finger he rubbed underneath his nose before inhaling violently. He got up in a groggy manner, letting feet drag against the floor while he headed for the special journal in which all the recent notes had been filed in. "Good morning... Hard at work, I see. I don't know how you do it." a voice spoke from behind Jean. The youth did not require himself to turn around to know who it was. After spending five years in this place, the Head Masters voice was all too familiar to him. With a tired back handed wave, Jean resumed to flip through the newly written pages. "Hah... your sarcasm never gets old." he replied in lack of energy. Sleepy eyes suddenly found themselves expanding as memories came flooding back. Excitement began to stir within Jean. "So here to do the usual routine?" he queried as left hand lifted the new notes into the air. Jean turned to face Errol, a heavy grin on the man's demeanor. Walking up to a nearby table, he spread the papers across. It was fascinating how each clone's new found knowledge was easily recollected in Jean's mind. Were it not for Anime, he would have never come this far. Oh how he remembered that day, when he first tried the method with his clones. Jean had just watched Naruto: Shippuden season 3 episode 2: Wind. The episode was about Naruto using his shadow clones to train. After each clones returned to him, Naruto gained the experience of each clone. At first Jean was skeptical considering Anime is fiction, but my was he glad he attempted it. Working with clones had multiplied his knowledge and results by a large margin. Research, training, work, etc. Everything had become easy to do because of this method. "So Errol, how would you feel if I told you that the cure for cancer was possible by creating a virus?" he queried to the Head Master.
The Perpetuity Academy. A place specifically for individuals with...needs that this world could not offer. It's a school where people gifted with powers of the mind can mingle, congregate, study, and feel at home. There really is no place like this in the world. At the present time, most if not all students were probably gathered in a specific part of the building. The reason for this was because a meeting being held by the Academy's Head Master, Mr. Ingrao, was scheduled to be held today at 7 a.m. A nice informative talk was to be had by the Head Master in regards to the new Mission board that was being acknowledged today; well that and the fact that it was test day. Poor youngins. Jean snickered as he looked through a microscope; a Transmission electron microscope to be exact. While most students were with Mr. Ingrao, Jex, and Danni, Jean had the luxury of being able to avoid such trivial matters due to having his responsibilities; at least that was one of the reasons. Unlike them, he was working in another part of the building where the academy's research and development laboratory was held. Yes, even the academy had it's own R & D team. How else would this place be able to keep up with its expenses? Well ok, the Head Master was of the upper upper class, so finances weren't much of an issue, but the extra income didn't hurt the academy. A loud yawn emanated from across the lab, opposite of where he and his other five co-workers were established. Jean looked across to see a brown shaggy haired young man laying on a couch. The man's attire were a simple Black shirt, beige pants, and sneakers. The individual had just readjusted his sleeping position so as to be facing the couch rather than them. Everyone chuckled as they realized just how tiring all this research was. "Can't really blame him." a male spoke up while writing something down. Brown eyes peered into the scope as the lenses magnified the specimen within the microscope slide. Immediately right hand grabbed the pen nearby the table and wrote findings down on notepad. Everyone in the laboratory was doing the same thing, giving as little attention to their surroundings as possible. They were so close to a breakthrough, they could all feel it. Each T.E.M. had a similar specimen within their microscope slides. The subject being observed under the scope was a mutated sample, Cancer. However, to be detailed about it, everybody had a different variations under their lenses: Carcinoma, Sarcoma, Leukemia, Blastoma, and the Germ Cell tumors. Finding out a way to stop the metastasis stage (in other words a messed up version of the natural part of a cells cycle, mitosis) of cancer was really their goal, and yet like a hive mind they found themselves spreading out their effort into other things. Cancer was far more complex than what they had originally thought of it to be, a underestimation which they managed to fix halfway through the early morning. Now that it was 7 a.m, they were on the brink of a breakthrough. As previous research from other well renown scientists in the world, everything came down to genetics, DNA. Cancer in itself is basically a mutation in cells. The transformation of normal cell into cancer is akin to a chain reaction caused by initial errors, which compound into more severe errors, each progressively allowing the cell to escape the controls that limit normal tissue growth. This rebellion-like scenario becomes an undesirable survival of the fittest, where the driving forces of evolution work against the body's design and enforcement of order. Once cancer has begun to develop, this ongoing process, termed clonal evolution, drives progression towards more invasive stages. Clonal evolution leads to intra-tumour heterogeneity that complicates designing effective treatment strategies. In other words, if they could find a way STOP the mutation in the first cell, they could stop the cell from ever dividing in the first place, and avoid the metastasis of cancer. Yet, they found themselves fascinated by that one keyword: Mutation. Imagine what they could do if they found a way to cause mutation in their DNA, but for POSITIVE effects. Cancer in itself was the spread of a bad mutated cell which was driven by a key driving force, Evolution. So what if the mutation was manipulated properly enough that it created a beneficial effect in the human host? This was the breakthrough they were onto. Find the means to manipulate the mutation, and you found the key to curing cancer...and so much more. Jean took his eyes off the scope in order to get a good rub in those eye sockets. Exhaustion was now getting to him too. Turning to the others, he realized he wasn't the only one. A sympathetic smile came to being as he scratched the back of his head. "I think we should call it a day guys." he said to the other identically dressed individuals. "Yeah. We've done more than enough work for the day." "Yeah good work!" The six of them went to organizing everything, putting things back in place. The slides were placed back in the freezer, the notes were gather and placed in a special notebook, etc. Jean chuckled as he followed the other five towards the couch where the sleeping man rested. "You know, I wonder what we'll discover... I'm getting excited just thinking about it!" he shouted in glee. The group huddled next to the sleeping man. Looking at one another, they smiled and nodded in unison. One after the other, they went to lay in the same position as the sleeping man, merging with him until it was just Jean. With a exhale of breath, Jean also merged with the man resting on the couch until they were all one entity. Upon merging, eyelids slowly opened to reveal well rested brown eyes.
Mickey jumped on the tower once more in order to unleash the cannons that had been aiding the keyblade wielders in their current endeavor. Out of the plethora of aeroplane heartless flying about, it was a few that got shot down; but D'daear was not complaining. It was a nice change of pace to finally have some firepower on their side. Running towards one of the many miniature houses spread throughout the field, D'daear jumped up to catch a passerby off guard. With a mighty swing did the heartless just vanish from existence. Feet landed on the ground with ease with a bit of spring to them. A grin hid itself as D'daear tried to fight the urge to smile in the face of all this fighting. This jumping up and down by using the small houses was beginning to help him his vertical game, however he knew he had a ways to go before he could possibly hope to string together hits in quick succession. A string of projectiles rocketed past D'daear's form, nicking the side of his right tricep. D'daear winced in the moment while the heartless flew overhead, nearly letting go of the keyblade. Right hand readjusted just in time to clamp onto the weapons handle. "Ok, I guess a guy can't have a moment to himself with these pesky heartless." he uttered while gritting in teeth. Just like the bruise that was on his shoulder, he was now sure he would get a bruise on his arm. Eyes looked up to the heartless that was making a U turn back to him. With a glare, the tall boy readied himself for the heartless that was coming. Legs gathered themselves for the moment the heartless would come within proximity. He was going to let this one have it for sure, and this time he was going to leap into the air without the aid of the houses. Bullets suddenly came flying out of the heartless as they compelled debris to fly everywhere. They were hitting everywhere, but the line of sight was inevitably re-adjusting itself as the aeroplane neared. D'daear snorted in irritation, despite the butterflies that were beginning to form in his stomach. Man was he going to need a nice healing spell after this. Like a spring he leaped high into the air, with an attack ready for the exchange that would come. The blade cleaved straight and through while bullets were fired. It was a single stroke battle. D'daear landed onto the street opposite of the aeroplane that had suddenly lost all forward momentum. In a matter of a second did the heartless suddenly up and vanish while releasing a heart. On cue, D'daear rose to his feet, but for a moment before knees buckling. Hands quickly manipulated the handle of the keyblade in order to plunge the tip of the weapon onto the ground as a means to gain balance. Teeth gritted as D'daear did his best not to scream from the pain he felt all over his body. Unable to maintain himself on feet, he finally let his knees touch the ground while resting his palms on the hilt of the keyblade. "THAT was stupid..." he murmured in pain. 10/12
Maka, this is Detective Jean Annuziato reporting for Missing person: Carter Justice. *Takes off cool shades for drama* "I only hope we're not to late to save this child." Name: Carter Justice Age: 8 Date of Birth: March 23rd Last Seen: Eight months ago at Idlewild Park, Reno Nevada Recent Photograph: Here Extra Helpful Information: Has a birth mark that looks like half of a heart under his right ear, was last seen with a black backpack with a blue shark keychain on it. Levels Qualified: 2-4
With new found confidence, D'daear dashed into the fray. A foot found itself stepping onto a small house, and by calling forth the quadriceps on that same leg, carried the boy into the air and towards an incoming aeroplane. With an over head swing, the keyblade was brought down with great force onto the heartless. A heart immediately found its way to freedom as D'daear landed onto the ground safely. Standing upright, he was happy to see that he could in fact be of use; albeit it was going to take a bit of getting used to. More heartless soared through the sky, firing their shots at D'daear. A quick work of reflexes saved the tall boy from being injured as he dove for the buildings. The plane flew overhead, getting ready to make their way back to him. Slithering through the small streets was necessary as he could not afford to lose his cover. The propellers reverberated through the air, a shift in the intensity signaling the heartless's U turn. Cannon fire was shot again, followed by the sound heartless make when destroyed. D'daear peeked over a house to see that the returning creatures had been taken care of. A smile arose in relief to that small group of enemies. Turning to the mouse, he gave the little ally a thumbs up to which the gesture was returned in kind. Right hand readjusted on the keyblades handle in order to make sure the weapon was being held properly before the key wielder propped himself atop a small building and lunged into the air as another heartless flew by. "EEYAAH!!" he shouted as arm muscle contracted to swing the blade. D'daear landed safely between the towns intersection before running off to rinse and repeat this new found tactic. Who knows, maybe through practice he'll inevitably learn to jump high without the aid. 7/12 posts
Mickey looked up at the tall boy, trying to peer underneath the downcast D'daear was displaying. With tug to the his pants, the mouse grabbed the fella's attention. D'daear understood Mickey wanted him to go on and fight by his allies side, but as he said before he was completely useless. However, that didn't stop the mouse from giving him this look of skepticism. Placing gloved fists on hips, the mouse raised a brow at the boy. After a while of just staring back in forth between one another, the key wielder just let out an exasperated sigh and hopped off the tower of cannons. "UUUggghh! Fine! I'll go get hurt even more while doing absolutely nothing!" he complained while commencing his reluctant walk back to the town. Unexpectedly, the boy was hit behind the butt by a launched cannon which evoked a flinch. He looked back annoyed, and was about to tell Mickey off when suddenly he noticed the mouse's big old friendly smile with a thumbs up. Eyes widened at how unexpected this was while forgetting the pain that butt cheeks were feeling. Mickey didn't have to say anything as D'daear interpreted the mute mouse. Again, the same atmosphere he felt a few moments ago was back. Somehow, D'daear could feel this sudden confidence inside of him where fear began to subside, and the lies of him being useless just washed away, melting away into the deepest part of his heart. A small grin arose on the boy's face while eyes relaxed themselves. Just what was it with this mouse? Keyblade came forth on the boy's right palm, fingers immediately curling over the weapons handle. Brimming with this serenity, D'daear pointed the keyblade at the mouse. "Like Hikaru said, we're going to have a nice little chat after this is all over." he said in affable tone. With that, the tall boy turned towards the mini town and darted into combat, forgetting the ache his right butt cheek was feeling. 6/12 posted
Code Name: Kids Next Door! NUMBAH 365: HEXIN Full Name: Jean Annuziato Student I.D.: here (Too lazy to draw one) Date of Birth: (02/20 and 23) Height: 5’ 7 Telepathist/Telekinetic: Telekinetic Personality: Not Animated. This man holds many layers in his heart. Tends to hide most of his emotions when in unfamiliar environment or when around unfamiliar faces. Animated. He’ll tend to be animated in the ways he acts around people. If it’s saying no, he’ll shake his head, if it’s getting caught off guard, he’ll jump in surprise. Perhaps watching and reading Anime has had too much of an influence on his body language. Being himself around others comes with its quirks. When he feels comfortable around someone, he’ll usually strike the person as awkward or weird at first. However once they peel all the layers that guard this man’s heart, they’ll find a sweet, gentle, and caring man child that you just want to be around. Sometimes he can get very hot tempered when things don’t go according to plan; special situations. Be very careful when trapping him in a corner… he absolutely hates not feeling in control. History: What is there to say? He always thought of himself as a nobody; just some kid who needed to grow up and become another person in the work force. During middle school, he was your typical nerd. Cool was not in his description. The boy was always intrigued with fantasy. He’d spend time thinking of stories, drawing out panels on paper for the sake of practicing his illustration skills. English and Science were subjects in school that for him were just easy for him to comprehend, which was an advantage because that gave him more time to focus on the other subjects like Math. Boy did he suck at math. Thankfully, it became easier for him as he developed over the next passing years. High school was pure boredom for him, and like in middle school he wasn't popular. It was not until he graduated that things…just clicked. He had no idea how, but somehow he gained a form of enlightenment. It was like he could see the world in a different perspective. The understanding of how and why things in this world worked the way they did had somehow painted a new picture for him. He had realized just how connected everything was. The elements that made up Earth, society, the way mankind worked, and the way society in general was structured. It was the world in magnificence. Suddenly, it just happened. Extending a part of himself out into the earth, he was able to manipulate at a molecular level. At 18, he was able to manipulate molecules with nothing more than a mere thought! Of course, the first few attempts gave him migraines, and he bled from his nose more times than he can remember. However, just as passionate as he is for Science and fantasy, he became passionate about developing this new found ability. For the next five years he’d go on into honing his skills, and really…it was all thanks to the academy he attended. Now he's a post high-school student at the academy while volunteering at the schools library. Being in the library tends to give him that freedom. Level of Abilities: 4 Abilities: 5 basics: Telekinetic Pull/Push, Telekinetic Bullets, Telekinetic Maneuver, Levitate, Binding 3 advance: Molecular Manipulation, Telekinetic Constructs, Telekinetically enhanced condition 1 ultimate: Particle Manipulation Strengths: Resourceful. Comprehensive Reader. Enjoys books, ranging from any and all categories. E.g. Fiction, Non Fiction, Educational, comic books, manga, etc. The sciences is something that he is passionate about. Whether it be Earth & Space, Life Science, Social Science, Physical Science, you name it. If he lacks knowledge in a particular science, you can bet every dollar that he’ll spend time to read up on it, and to comprehend it; to point that his knowledge of the said science becomes PHD level. He is a focus oriented individual, in other words, once he’s got a goal or has his mind set on something, there’s no stopping him. Outstanding fortitude and will to keep on going. Loves to Observe and analyze. Weaknesses: Girls. He tends to be very timid about approaching the opposite sex, and rather introverted towards people he does not know too well. It’s because of this that he tends to hang back, and observe. If approached by a woman, he can hold a conversation, but it’ll mainly be stale at best unless it’s someone he can relate to. E.g. has similar likes and dislikes. Role in the Academy: Lazy Bum, Student, Librarian’s Assistant (Volunteer), Head of Research and Development/The R & D team itself Hobbies: Loves Watching Anime, Reading educational/manga/comic books, and writing. Heavy exercising is an important part of his life for the sake of being fit which constantly pushes him to will through exhaustion (Athletic, not bulky with muscles), and enjoys listening to lyricless music (Although lyrics doesn’t bother him either). Loves milk. Other Things Not Covered: Outside or inside the heat of a moment, he tends to have a keen sense of processing thoughts in nearly zeptoseconds. In those moments, it's almost like he's playing a film in his mind, nearly a kin to a chess match. Very good as tapping into his subconsciousness to access information (Basically he's quick to remembering information). Aside from that it's meh. Doesn't know what to do with his life. He still thinks of himself as a nobody, but yearns to be more than an average person. Side: Neutral. He has no reason to BE bad, but has no reason to be GOOD either. He does good deeds, but so can bad people. ;3
More projectiles were fired which blasted away more debris into the air. Frustration was beginning to seep into D'daear's patience as he felt completely useless here. He had tried a few moments ago to engage the enemy, but that ended miserably. The good news was that these projectiles didn't seem to be penetrative. Irises looked down at right shoulder to lock onto the big ol bruise that had developed. It had occurred off screen after having realized he had never fought with aerial enemies before. The bruise really stung, but it did not hinder any mobility in the arm; which was a good thing because his right arm was the dominant one. Crossing arms close to chest, he sat there behind a tower where Mickey was propped up on. "Hhmmm...." throat uttered as he contemplated a plan of action. He had no clue on how to use Magic properly, and even if he used it, he doubted it would be of any use. He remembered how back in Central Haven a mine square magic had little to no affect on the large Behemoth heartless he had encountered. That compared to how Hikaru, Aden, and the others wielded their magic made D'daear feel like useless in that area. Heck, he even heard stories of someone in this plethora of keyblade wielders who virtuously wielded magic back at central haven in the midst of the heartless attack. At any rate, Magic was never a strong suit of his as the physical stuff was always more of his thing; this was definitely set in stone a while back when he was younger. However, in this situation, just getting near the enemy was a mission in itsself. How was he supposed to do anything if the enemy had a wide advantage over his only ability to fight? Left index finger tapped over the right bicep as the clockworks did its thing in that brain of D'daear's. If only there was another means to fighting back through long ranged attacks.... Mickey jumped up once again in order for feet to stomp on the tall tower that fired cannons. The cannon fire managed to take out three heartless simultaneously, and it was hard not to notice the work. D'daear flinched at the loud cannon fire, only taking a moment to look up at the mouse. A vein popped on D'daear's head as frustration was nearing its peak. "HEY! Do you mind?! Some of us are trying to think of a way to take out these gu-!" he began, but paused upon realization. Man he felt like a fool for not realizing this gimmick the entire time. He quickly got up and looked up at the mouse. Once again the mouse jumped on the tower and unleashed the barrage of cannons onto the field. KABLAM!! BOOM!! Heartless were vanquished because of good timing. Eyes widened in amazement. He understood now! There really WAS a means to fight these heartless despite his handicap. The jumping, the timing of said jump while simultaneously aiming the cannons/tower in the enemies direction. It was...almost like a game. Lips slowly began to curl in positive reaction, so much so that it formed into a nice grin. Extending an arm out, D'daear tapped the mouse on the back. Turning around, Mickey noticed and waved at D'daear with this big ol smile to which D'daear could not help but smile back like a child. Weird. Knowing full well how irresponsible and a trouble maker this mouse is, there was this atmosphere about him that just made...everything suddenly seem alright. The mouse grabbed D'daear by the same arm used to poke him, and pulled him up onto the tower along with him! "Whoa!" D'daear uttered as Mickey gave the reigns of the tower to the boy. The mouse sat onto D'daear's broad shoulders to which the boy reflexively gripped the mouses ankle in order to keep Mickey balanced. The short wearing mouse began to guide the tall boy like a teacher showing a student a new skill. This was all moving so fast, but Mickey wouldn't give the boy time to register what was happening! Aeroplanes made their way to the scene once again, firing their projectiles at D'daear and Mickey. Panicking, D'daear began twist and turn his body as a means to avoid getting another bruise on his precious body. If anyone were to see this, he would look like he was hysterically dancing. Once the planes parted in order to regroup, Mickey grabbed a hold of D'daear's hair and went to work. With a poke to his head, Mickey made sure D'daear was paying attention to the mouse as he pointed to the next group of heartless that were coming at them. D'daear gave Mickey an understanding nod, and looked on ahead. Propellers resounded in the air violently, becoming louder and louder as they neared the tower. D'daear could feel that butterfly inside his stomach, that feeling that brought about the nervous in him while jaw remained tense with anticipation. Eyes looked on, focused but hinting the anxiety that was welling up inside. Upon reaching enough proximity, the Mouse tugged at D'daear's head to which signaled the boy to react! D'daear jumped up and stomped with everything he had upon landing on the tower. The Cannons girth welled up instantly, and cannon fire was spat out within milliseconds. The projectiles smashed into the heartless. A few heartless were taken out immediately, but the ones that weren't were not coming out of it unscathed. Two of the aeroplanes ended up crashing into a small opening between buildings, most likely seeing stars. Eyes lit up with amazement at the success Mickey had brought him. "We did it! We did it!" D'daear jumped up and down in excitement; inadvertently causing the tower to spit out more cannon fire which took care of the dazed heartless and some more that were within the vicinity. It took D'daear a while to realize how odd he was acting, but when he did he stopped and got back into character. Placing a curled fist close to lips, he coughed as to regain composure. He picked up the mouse off his shoulders and settled him on the tower by his side. "Alright, I think I got the hang of this. Maybe you should go on and find some place to hide while we take care of these guys." he advised. Mickey merely shook his head in disagreement and remained where he was, pointing at D'daear and then the small town where all of the boy's companions were at. The mouse bared fisty cups at D'daear, a sure sign that D'daear should be out there fighting along side his teammates. With a sigh, the young boy placed hands on hips and looked down casted. The truth was, he was just no good in this fight. These aerial based heartless were pretty tough to handle, and he honestly had no idea how to handle them with just his physical prowess...and that scared him. What was he supposed to do? 5/12 posts
I I have to agree with O.Knight. It actual does make the most sense considering in Kingdom hearts there are cut-scenes that can justify this theory. When you fight Leon for the first time, IF you manage to win, you'll get a cut scene where Leon seems somewhat exhausted and he submits to Sora before finding out that Sora was also tired as well. The same goes with Cloud in Olympus Coliseum. In the fight with Cloud, the same scenario occurs. Heck, even with Riku in Hollow Bastion this happens! Despite being called the Key BLADE, it would seem that the weapon only has sharp properties when it's necessary. As mentioned by most of you, the keyblade only seems to actually appear to be sharp in certain situations; specifically when it's necessary. To be honest, I'm not sure if the KH lore has any actual evidence to back up what O.Knight is saying, but it does make the most sense story-wise. Other than that, this could all just be something the developers decide to do whenever they feel like it or seem it would look COOL for certain cut-scenes; because let's face it...most of the cut-scenes we mentioned are pretty cool in their own right.
Peeking over a house was for the best because of the chaos that was ensuing. The heartless were a bit more aggressive this time around, and to be caught in the line of fire was something D'daear already figured out to be a really bad idea. Perhaps it was still his inexperience when it came to fighting that caused him to be of no use at the moment. He could barely keep up with these flying creatures, let alone their bullets. Another stream of gunfire was shot at the houses near D'daear which evoked his instinct to withdraw behind the house once more. A part of him was worried that his cover wouldn't hold for much longer, especially because of his height. He was lucky he was even able to hide behind one of these houses. The propellers could be heard roaring loud as three heartless flew over head, most likely getting ready to circle back to them. "Take this!" shouted someone. D'daear did not have to look to know it was Luna's voice. Boy was she brave, and that was more than he could say for himself. Eyelids clasped together to cover eyes while he winced. Most likely everyone else was brave too. Of course, that could just be because they were all experienced keyblade wielders! Remember, he was still new to this gig after all! Yeah, that was it. That was...it... A sigh escaped him as he opened his eyes to the truth. Who was he trying to kid? He knew he was being a bit of a coward, and although it was for good reason, this was definitely no time for him to act like this. Gathering determination, he rose to his feet only to be met with gunfire as more planes flew towards his general direction. Hairs spiked in terror as the ammunition whizzed past his form, a few of them being too close for comfort. In a split second he found himself hiding behind cover once again, regretting his decision. "Ok bad idea..." he uttered below his breath, heart pounding against chest. This was definitely very different from the heartless he was used to fighting. Now that he thought about it, had he ever foughten heartless with this kind of fighting style. Finding momentary peace in this thought, he lay his keyblade to rest beside him while he began to count with his fingers in the midst of this battle. Weird. "Hmm... let's see... I fooouught the weird ant like heartless, soldiers, statues possessed by heartless, the fat one that nearly crushed me, the floating tower thingy, the centaur like heartless with the spear, and then I also fought the really big one back at Central Haven... oh, and that one big one... at Beast's castle..." That made eight different species of heartless; nine if he included the hammer frames recently fought. Eyes looked up in thought while fingers remained erect for the count. Anyone seeing him now, they would think he was crazy for being all casual and chill about this; given the situation that they all found themselves in. It was rather irresponsible of him to act like this all of a sudden, but perhaps for good reason. As it turns out, he realized he never really fought heartless that could fly or with such great mobility in the air. "Huh... I guess I never really fought heartless that could fly before." he uttered while dropping hands to the floor. The propellers roared loud near him, and gunfire was shot which sent debris up into the air. That quickly snapped him out of it as he flinched behind cover. 3/12 posts
The expected light show occurred upon tugging at the curtains rope. Eyelids squinted in order to better control the amount of light that seeped into eyes as they entered the new area. When the light was cleared they were presented with a miniaturized town. They all towered over the houses which was weird. D'daear placed hands on hips while allowing himself to analyze the new area. They seemed to be on some kind of island; at least that's what it looked like. There was nothing special about this place aside from being small. It was only when eyes laid upon the large tower with cannons that eyes widened. Sitting atop a cannon filled tower, was Mickey! Lips fell to an unusual frown. "Mickey!" Hikaru yelled. He turned to the other five. "Guess that's our mouse," he spoke. Rolling his eyes, D'daear looked away as if to ignore Mickey's kind gesture. "Oh joy...we finally found the irresponsible mouse..." he muttered under his breath with a pout. Suddenly with the sound of cannon fire came the the destruction of a heartless. The tall boy managed to restrain a flinch, but not without first feeling goosebumps as it was unexpected. Head quickly turned around to see well organized swarm of planes making their way towards the group. Flying over the ocean at full speed, the heartless began to fire projectiles at the group. The ground began to spit dirt up into the air as projectiles missed their mark in rapid succession. The sound of speedy ammunition whizzing past D'daear was a bit nerve wrecking, and it just compelled him to bring out the keyblade just in time as the heartless's began to re-adjust their aim. Eyes focused in on the projectiles, which immediately proved to be quite the challenge. As he locked on to one of the bullets, it was always nearly too late. A barrage of Planes flew overhead; a few most likely were brought down because of competent teammates. Adrenaline rushed through the adolescent as D'daear dove into a small opening between houses. and ducked in order to make better use of his cover. Complaining about his height under his breath, gunshots were fired. Pew Pew Pew Pew Pew PEW PEW PEW PEW!!! The planes were just unloading their endless supply of ammunition onto their targets. Debris picked up into the air as houses were torn apart from missed fire. Teeth gritted as the wave of planes once again circled back towards the group. It was so unnerving to hear the planes coming closer and closer, hearing the rutters roar as they flew overhead. 1/12 posts
The had all regrouped at the ground floor with Hikaru commenting on the heartless's arrival. It made sense to think that they had come through the ink portal because how else would they have come back to this era? Despite the cornerstone of light, perhaps it powers only helped keep the darkness away from a small area unless properly channeled through some other medium. D'daear shrugged at the thought; at this point he just wanted to get a move on. Left exhausted once again, the group was probably taking a quick breather before moving forward with what came next. The new window floated before them, awaiting the person who would pull the rope to reveal what would be behind the curtains. Considering the trials they went through to get to this point, the adolescent hoped that this window would be another memory that would enable them to sit back and relax. "Anyone care to do the honors?" Hikaru asked. Having had his time to cool off and regain composure, D'daear stood frozen, hesitating in case anyone in the group wanted to pull the rope. After waiting a few seconds to see if anyone would bother to go; to which no one went, D'daear decided to just do it. Taking a step forward from the group, right hand extended outward, ready to grip on the rope when he came into reach. The tall boy stopped as hands curled over the rope. With a show of calming nerves, eyes closed only for a moment in order for him to gather himself. Eyes opened up slowly as he turned head around to look at the others, giving them a soft smile filled with uncertainty. With a tug, the curtains unfolded and revealed whatever awaited them. @Krowley
Light emanated intensely from way up in the building, but it was so bright that D'daear could not resist. He gawked at the show that had unfolded, not sure whether to think that was a good thing or a bad thing; although he hoped it was a good thing. The light soon disappeared as fast as it had arrived, returning things to normal. "I hope everyone up there is ok..." he wondered in concern. Were it up to him, he'd climb or fly up this building in a heartbeat to aid his friends up top, but that was out of his power. So he could only trust that everything was ok. Returning eyes back to what was in front of him, he had visual on the remaining heartless that were left on this floor. Quickly getting to work, keyblade was swung virtuously as legs brought D'daear from one hammer frame to the next. Aggressive in this new found style, the adolescent did what he only knew. With a jab of the hilt, it smacked into the heartless's small head, dazing it momentarily as D'daear moved on to an approaching heartless. With a violent one handed swing of the blade, the interrupting heartless was brought to non existence before allowing D'daear to return to the daze prey. The keyblade was thrust forward; penetrating the heartless like a kabob, and demonstrated to the remaining four that stood nearby hesitating before being swung out of the blade and onto a girder. The now fragile heartless exploded into dark smoke on impact, releasing a heart. Keyblade remained stationary as arm was erect away from the side. A cold look was staring back at the remaining four. "Looks like you're all that's left. Stand still, this'll be quick." D'daear said in irritation. Finally! The second wave of heartless was about to be over, and just thinking back on how unfair it was for them to have re-spawned is what made this key wielder irritated; because he had no idea if more were just waiting to spawn in there place. Taking the first few steps forward in a cautious manner, the keyblade wielder suddenly bolted forward with arm dangling keyblade behind. He made quick work of the remaining four heartless, swinging the keyblade around five times before halting in a deep forward stance just behind the hammer frames. Arm remained erect, as if it had not been moved at all. Head was tilted down, but eyes were wide opened in furious concentration; although tufts of hair was covering up that intense expression. The heartless went reeling back in a motionless state before suddenly dissipating into nothing. Four hearts were released instantly. Committing to Iado form, D'daear let the keyblade disappear in its usual effect after. Serious demeanor suddenly fell back to normal as eye lids shut themselves over irises; a small sigh escaping parted lips. That was it for the first floor, all that was left would be left to those busy rumbling up top the buildings higher floors. Deep down, D'daear hoped this would be the end of this monochrome memory. 8/75 heartless remaining! 473 words = 22 Exp Total Exp: 291 exp
