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The ride to the theme park was smooth sailing for the time being. Saino had taken upon himself to remain standing and quiet while the explanation from Mitch and Tali ensued. Most of what was said had just went through one ear and out the other. After words had been delivered, briefcases were popped open to reveal items with which they would be using. Rubbing the back of his head, the cosplaying Saino walked up to the two briefcases after everyone else had taken their turn. A bit of disappointment waved over him when he saw someone take the color red. Perhaps he should have been faster. With a sigh, he stood in front of the cases in contemplation. A hand gently gripped his chin while the other held the arms elbow as the decision incubated within his mind. "Black, purple, or green?" he let the words simmer. He turned toward the window where images just blurred on by every so often while the monorail continued its course. Saino's image was faintly reflected. Transfixed on himself, he began to imagine how he'd look like with each color in their respective place. Black was a universal color. It looked great with any color just like white. The color purple was a bit tricky, as their were only a few colors that truly blended well with it; at least with what he was wearing. Green on the other hand would work well with his red jacket as a direct complimentary color, but he wasn't too sure whether that was indeed the color he wanted. A frown fell upon him as he was truly at a standstill. Hand released chin, a cue for arms to go limp and to fall back to their respective side while eyes remained transfixed on the windows reflection of himself. If only he could use both...

A spark of genius suddenly was lit in his eyes. Perhaps he COULD use two different colors and still have them blend with his outfit; more or less. Looking back at the colors, he understood how he could make it work...or less. "Split complementary, and complementary colors of the opposite side...or related colors..." he muttered to himself. Hand quickly fell upon a magic band that had a lighter color of green; lime green which looked more of a faded green but whatever. Next, the other hand fell upon a dark purple lanyard. Odd colors for him to have chosen, but if it worked it worked. Dawning the new accessories he smiled contently before realizing everyone had begun introductions. Smiling at the window, he waved at the peoples reflections before turning around. "I'm Saino. Pleasure to meet you all."

The monorail soon appeared to be going into a slowing halt as they had reached their destination, but suddenly jerked to a sudden stop. Saino easily lost his balance, but thankfully managed to grab a hold of a dangling handle which was specifically there for people who were standing. Embarrassment waved over the geeky individual, but he quickly regained composure. One after the other they stepped out of the train, Saino being last. The group followed Mitch all the way towards the parks main entrance before more words were exchanged. They encountered a medical inflatable robot who seemed to be very gently, and an old man who was clearly grumpy. In the back of his mind, the lopped eared individual made note to remember the pin shop. As Saino saw the grumpy man walk away, irises made quick work to lock on to a group of nearby people. They seemed to be well acquainted with the area as they looked confident, and were just loitering. Wanting to approach the group, he made sure to let his co-workers know beforehand.

"Hey guys, I'm going to go talk to the folks over there. Maybe they can give us some extra information." he pointed towards A couple, and a woman of elder age. Having let the group know what he was about to do, he went ahead and

Approached Roger, Anita, and Nanny.

"Hi there!" Saido greeted cheerily, still closing in on them. Hopefully his fake dog ears and nose paint wouldn't cause for alarm. "I'm here with a few other people here. We're fairly new here, and I was wondering if you guys may be able to point us in the right direction?"

Earth magic was the least of D'daear's concern when it came to the well lit pile of bones. He seriously just wanted to get out of this graveyard and be done with this memory. When Hikaru had pointed out the new window, a bit of relief filled the purple haired boy as it was their means out of this place. However that was quickly proven false when Hikaru tugged on the string. Eyes went dull when the window revealed itself to be another memory. Back hunched and arms dangled in disappointment while D'daear simmered in the moment. "Another Memory..." he sighed. Legs gave out on him as he fell backwards onto rear end, thankfully the grass being soft enough to feel nothing more than a cushion. Hands plants themselves on the ground and arms became erect while the young boy let himself get comfy a few feet away from Rain. From the looks of the window it seemed it was like the window prior to the one they had entered. Well good, because like everyone else he too was still feeling exhausted. With irises now glued to the moving images, body became lax; mind forgetting about the pile of bones behind them.

This new memory was an odd one, very different from the other one. To start things off, Mickey and a few of his co-workers were actual firefighters. Who would've thought, right? They were all scurrying towards an ostrich that had outstretched its head to act as a pole for the others to slide down within the building. It was very odd considering how comical everything was. As the memory persisted, the boy was experiencing ambivalence. Was he supposed to feel concern, or a sense of joy? A building on fire was no joke after all. At first, D'daear was about fall in concern for the people within the building that was on fire. However, that quickly turned to nothing when he saw how everyone was jumping off the large building, and coming out of it unscathed. While watching, left hand reached behind head to give it a nice confused scratch.

To make matters worse, the team of firefighters seemed in complete discord. Only Mickey had arrived on scene with...."Oh hey, that's Horace." D'daear pointed out nonchalantly, noticing the anthropomorphic equine next to Mickey. The two were currently getting a weird looking device to pump water, to which D'daear was just shaking his head in disappointment. The first two times Mickey went to toss water from his bucket, he just wasted it without actually using it to put out fire. It was only the third time that it actually worked. The only who was actually getting work done here was Horace. The sheer ingenuity behind this expandable equine was baffling to D'daear. He was literally filling his tummy with water so that he could spit out like a some hoes to extinguish the fire. "Geez Mickey... step it up..." he uttered in whisper as he saw the would be King getting tickled by fire. By the way, he was getting tickled in order to save Minnie Mouse; in other words Princess Minnie. How did D'daear know it was Minnie? Well, Mickey literally spoke her name in the memory. The window ended with Mickey saving Minnie and kissing at the very end; despite the building STILL being on fire.

When the curtains closed on the window, D'daear was left in bewilderment. He sat up right, crossing legs to sit comfortably. "Hold up! What about the building!? Did they save it or not?!" D'daear cried out. The memory had indeed left D'daear hanging. He was not so much as concerned with the building, but the fact that the building housed so many people was probably something to think about. A hand slowly raised itself as it constricted to cup the air, his bewilderment being harnessed in said hand. If one was looking at him during that moment, they would notice how silly he looked, especially with the bottom part of an eyelid twitching madly. After a bit of fussing, D'daear fell back flat on the grass. Surprisingly, laying there felt good on his tired body. Now that he thought about it, it had been a while since he had actually laid down for a nice rest; excluding the horrendous muddy moment (Courtesy of Aux) in Beast's Castle.

A small sigh escaped the boy's mouth. The Fire Fighters, at least that's what the Memory had shown them. There was: Mickey, Horace, some Ostrich, and some filler characters that apparently never made it to the scene. A hand dug itself into back pockets as D'daear grasped at the photographed within. Still laying there, he yanked the photo out with a bit of hip movement. irises soon gazed at the paper, making note of how Mickey was grouped up with a Dog and a Duck; with Pete just behind them. Where were these two? It's been three windows so far, and not once had he seen the other three from the photo within Mickey's Memory.

"What's with these Memories anyway?" he thought out loud. "For a small mouse, he's been through some stuff. I'd hate to see the rest of the memories locked up in his mind..."

Oh....my....goodness. Am I dreaming? Is it finally happening?! The gameplay looks phenomenal!! Definitely better than it's predecessor. OH, but why for arcades though!? DX Dang it, now I gotta start saving my quarters....AND find people who would want to play in my area...

A heavy sigh escaped D'daear's lips as eye lids covered eyes while he placed a hand on hip. The fight between them and the skeletons had left him tired as well; primarily his fight with the large skeleton. So he had to agree with Aden as a moment to breathe was seriously needed. Eyes revealed themselves when Aden mentioned their performance. A light grin revealed itself as D'daear let himself be amazed at the progress they had all come to. Aden, Hikaru, and Luna had all done amazing work. Hikaru with his mighty beam of light, Luna's fortitude in the face of danger, and Aden's plethora of magic was evident to D'daear. Cailyn and Rain he did not know too well, so he couldn't really tell whether they had always been that good or not, but nevertheless they too did an amazing job as well. Cailyn was brave and never stopped fighting for her teammates, and Rain showed she could be relied on when push came to shove. Any doubt this purple haired youth had towards those two were definitely washed away and replaced with trust, and hopefully a bond of friendship. He let out a quick puff of air through nostrils as he let eyes stare away at the grass beneath them. Aside from them, he too had to admit he had improved a bit. It was not so long ago he had joined this band of keyblade wielding crusaders. It was not so long ago he had appeared next to Base on that bench in that world, naive and ignorant on how the worlds worked with the inability to summon the keyblade at will. Now look at him, able to defend himself when he needed to, and able to stand up to whatever threat stood in his way. Beast's castle and Central Haven... Perhaps it was because of what had happened in such a short time that had forced D'daear to push himself past his limits...to have to toughen up in order to survive.

Left hand raised itself as he unconsciously began to stare away at the palm of his hand. He was still mad at his grandmother, and everything that had unfolded because of...corrupted information. His mind was still not sure of what was going on, or whether he should trust his grandmother regardless of the facts that were against everything he had been told. Everything just felt so out of focus, like what was supposed to Be was not, and what was not IS. Everything he had experienced up till now felt so surreal.

Black dot for eyes focused in on the metal device strapped to his forearm. He still had no clue what this thing was or if it had any other purpose other than to decorate over his forearm band accessory. Letting the hand fall to his side, D'daear shook his head with a deep sigh. It was pointless to think of these things for the moment. However badly he wanted answers, he was just too tired. That, and the anger he had once felt which fueled his desire dwell on such thoughts seemed to have been quelled for the moment. He had this entire Dance to the Death to thank for that. Thinking on the battle now, he had really blown off some steam. A small chuckle escaped him, pitying how easily swayed with emotion he can be at times.

Attention was drawn to Aden as he had queried about the memory they were currently in.

A small shrug was revealed to Aden. "Memory or not, it's like Hikaru said: Mickey isn't here. We should get a move on...before these pile of bones decide to reanimate themselves..." he replied to Aden. Turning to Hikaru, "Let's check out the one with the fire... I saw how you used Dumbo before, Hikaru. I'm sure you can play firefighter while we watch." he jested in comradery, a friendly smile visible on D'daear.

Aden had done a great job at removing Luna from the wretched skeleton's clutches. With a hidden grin, D'daear moved on to reduce the leftover skeletons that still remained on the field. A horizontal swing cleaved through a fragile skeleton, dismembering it to pieces. Good footwork was key in any fight, and the young lad sure followed through with his attacks. Pivoting on his left heel, he twirled to the left while closing the distance between himself and another boney fiend. Once more the keyblade was swung with power built through momentum and shattered the second skeleton to pieces. The blade remained straight and parallel to the ground as D'daear stood with right arm extended outward with keyblade in hand. Dotted eyes looked on to the other skeletons that were fumbling to escape. Brows remained furrowed, just as they had been when he saw Luna in danger. He could feel something well up inside him, like something that was compelling him to move forward. Instinct kicked in with no thought being processed as every muscle and sinew merely guided the boy forward toward the enemy. Right foot kicked off the dirt floor, launching D'daear toward a skeleton; with another practically hugging the other. He swung the keyblade overhead and slammed it down on a skeleton vertically which discombobulated the critter, and immediately after followed it up with a horizontal strike to the right on the skeleton only 2 feet away from the other. However he was not done yet. Three more skeletons were trying to be sly on their approach towards the boy, and yet the purple haired lad saw them coming before they even had a chance to react. Left foot remained stationary as he turned around 180 degrees, planting right foot diagonally across the left foot. Falling to a forward stance, 2 more swings were delivered by D'daear as he cleaved through all three of them. The first smashed straight throw one of them vertically, and the next penetrated the other with a mighty horizontal hit; which initially required him to stomp his right foot on the ground in order for the hit to have been successful.

A small breath of air escaped the boy as eyes closed themselves shut, and body relaxed itself with a job well done.

6 Skeletons down!

8/100 remaining!

Words 381 words = 19 exp

Total exp: 128 exp

~Sweet Memories is activated for this type of mission!! Even if it's one crown, it makes a hell of a lot of difference when you need it!~

The keyblade was swung horizontally while D'daear pivoted on his heels, creating a sort of windmill like attack. By using the keyblades weight, he had created a sort of hammer throw like momentum. Three sixty degrees was the blade swung while the boy swung with all his might. Skulls went flying into the air; about five to be exact. In a matter of seconds the attack was over, and D'daear was left dazed in place. Feet took one step after the other while legs did their best to keep the boy standing, however from the looks of things it would be impossible. With one misstep, the keyblade wielder tripped on himself and fell onto his rear end. Black dot for eyes ping ponged around white retinas. He regretted having done that, but not as much as the skeletons. The vile critters walked about headless, all searching in vain for their heads. It took a while for the dizziness to pass, but it did. When D'daear came to senses, the area had been cleared of skeletons. "Huh.." he uttered as he stood. The numbers had indeed waned. What was once a horde of them was now nothing more than a few. Wanting to finish off the headless Skeletons, he went ahead and finished them off. They were no real threat anymore, so he figured all he had to do was merely dispose of them. Simple Horizontal swings took care of them, resulting in piles of bone. He walked past their defeated pieces and posed victoriously. Keyblade rested on shoulder while a hand rested on hips. Nostrils flared, releasing a puff of visible air. He felt mighty, so mighty in fact that when a forgotten headless skeleton came wandering by, D'daear merely put a foot in front of it in order for it to trip to pieces. He didn't even bother to watch.

"I need some help here!"

D'daear quickly turned around to see Luna being restrained by Skeletons. Chest puffed and brows furrowed indignantly. A friend needed help. He gave Aden a quick glance as he noticed the keywielder advance towards Luna to help. Splendid! The more help there was, the faster they'd get this over with. Running up to help Luna, D'daear swung his keyblade at the first skeleton he saw close to Luna. That was one down, and some more to go.

7 skeletons defeated!

21/100 Skeleton lefts

393 words = 19 Exp

Total Exp: 109 exp

Chapter 43! It was a bit tricky for me to explain a few scenes as it gets a bit complicated when trying to describe architecture design by mere words... So please forgive my lack of description in some parts; which could be why this chapter seems shorter. Nevertheless, I did my best to make it easy to imagine, but it can vary. :>

Chapter 43​

The night still blanketed the sky in the early morning when D’daear had awoken inside the tent assigned to him; the tent was small just like the others that were scattered about the sandy plains. Sleep had not been kind to him and he had Kain’s words to blame. There was this voice inside him that just did not let him sleep, telling him that something was not right. The soldier sat upright with an exhausted sigh, reflexively rubbing his eyes with a hand. Tired he was, and yet mind was full of activity. Removing the blanket off him, he crouched out of the tent, making sure to carry boots and sheathed sword with him. Outside, the plethora of other tents was evident, and in each a sleeping soldier. Slowly, he walked on the sands toward the campfire which had been put out, doing his best to not make any noise. Were it not for the blue heart that loomed over the world, D’daear would have had a hard time finding his way to the campfire site. When he arrived, he planted rear end on a log, and he let out another sigh as he went to placing his boots over feet. It was when he had finished fitting the last boot that he heard whispers emanating far off within the excess field of tents that were scattered about. Head turned towards the area where ears believed to have heard the voices. Curious, he slowly stood while honing in on the direction of whispers. Doing his best to be silent he began to walk through the crowd of tents in an attempt to locate the source. It did not take long to locate the people responsible, they were actually a lot closer than he had anticipated. The voices had led D’daear to the edge of the army’s camp site. Peering through the corner of a tent, D’daear could make out a small group of bandits; or at least they looked the part. Supplies laid near them.

“Alright Dastan, remind me why we’re disobeying your brother’s orders?” one of the bandits queried.

“Because Garsiv only knows how to attack head on. We have to make sure our troops can get inside with little to no casualties….” Spoke a man with long hair. Hair parted at the middle, creating a barely visible hairline. It was long enough to reach the man’s mandibles. He was wearing leather armor that exposed the man’s arms. Leather bracers covered hands and forearms while bands wrapped themselves around upper arms. Two swords were sheathed behind him, intersecting at the back like an X.

“Dastan…one of the three princes…” D’daear muttered quietly. Irises remained fixated on the group, but every so often he looked to Dastan. Hearing the Prince talk reminded D’daear of himself and the conversation he had with Kain; although there could be some differences. Perhaps D’daear and Dastan had similar ideals. Now that he knew the prince was amongst the group of bandits, the young soldier was wondering what they were up to.

Dastan crossed arms, placing hands at the pits while letting brown irises stare away into the sands. “We will try to take control of the east gate. Once we manage to open them, one of us will wave a lit torch in order for our troops to see it. They’ll know what’s been accomplished, so we can rest easy that they will come. From there it’s just a matter of holding our position until they get here.”

“But what of the opposing troops? What if we get caught?”

Dastan gave a smug while he let hands fall to the side. Walking away from them, he began to gather equipment that was laid about the floor. “We’ll just have to put them to sleep for a while.” He simply said, baring a fist. Putting a bag around him, he grabbed on to one end of a large piece of log as big as a tree, and quickly motioned his men to follow suit. They all immediately readied up, and helped Dastan move the heavy log towards nearby bushes. Blue irises kept locked on to them. Once the party had advanced enough, D’daear followed suit with sheathed sword in hand. The soldier made his way through the vegetated area, doing his best to not make noise as leaves brushed against him. It also did not help that the sand made moving around a bit difficult as feet would always dig themselves in. After a small while of following, the soldier stopped within dense vegetation. Peering through the miniscule openings within the bush, he could make out the group of Bandits crouched low while preparing their gear; all of them hidden within the bushes closest to the city. Many yards away, the wall that protected the city of Alamut loomed before them. As D’daear lay low while stalking the group, he had no idea what the group was intending to do in order to infiltrate the east gate. They all looked like they were doing something, but just what was it? As the soldier looked closely at the way everyone was going about their moment, he noticed two of them pick up crossbows. A brow raised itself in question. D’daear was on the brink of deciding whether he should just reveal himself. They were all on the same side, so there was no point of hiding.

“Making yourself comfortable?” a voice spoke up from behind.

D’daear quickly jumped out of the bush in surprise. Tip of foot jerked on the sands causing him to lose balance. He plummeted to the dirt, feeling sand and leaves violate his face. Sheathed blade lay next to him. The group of bandits all began to chuckle in silence at the sight. Dastan emerged from the vegetation just behind D’daear.

“If you were planning on joining us, you should have just done so from the beginning.” The Prince said with a small grin. He stood before D’daear, extending a hand out to him. Spitting out some of the sand from his mouth, the purple haired soldier took the hand, and lifted himself off the ground. D’daear brushed some of the sand off of himself before laying eyes on the prince. Standing next to one another, the soldier could immediately see the difference in height was benign; with D’daear only being an inch or two taller. “Yeah well…I wasn’t really thinking about it… I’m still half asleep here…” the soldier responded to Dastan’s remark. The Prince noticed the sheathed weapon on the floor, and retrieved it for the soldier. It was quite heavy, a bit heavier than the swords he carried on his back. Hands went straight to unsheathing in curiosity while D’daear just stood there, letting the prince’s curiosity be quenched. While letting the Prince gaze at the sword, he could not help but feel a bit of pride when he noticed the Prince’s reaction to the weight of the sword.

“It’s blunt at the edges, and the weight of this sword is quite heavy. Oh wait, the tip is sharp… What kind of sword is this? Is this supposed to be held with two hands? “he asked as he looked to D’daear. Crossing his arms, D’daear held back a grin. “When I need it to be. It’s designed so that each hit is hard enough to hurt my enemies, but not mortally wound them…unless need be…” He replied, short and simple. Dastan looked somewhat impressed as he sheathed the sword and returned it to its rightful owner. After the Land of Oz, the blacksmiths were kind enough to fix his sword as well as to make a few modifications. When D’daear had explained to them what had occurred, the smiths immediately knew how to improve the weapon.

“So why were you following us?” queried Dastan.

The blue uniformed soldier shrugged. “I don’t know… I mean I know we’re all working on the same team here. I guess I was just being careful… Some people don’t always see eye to eye…” he replied in reference to Dastan disobeying Garsiv.

“I see… Well, I’m Dastan. You can thank Bis for pointing out your uniform. If it wasn’t for him you’d be hurt by now.” Dastan explained while crouching towards his group. He motioned for D’daear to follow behind him. The two were welcomed by the group with Dastan pointing out who Bis was among them; to which Bis openly shook D’daear’s hand. “Welcome aboard, Baron’s Soldier.”

“You guys can call me D’daear.”

“Ah, D’daear. Well, Have you ever climbed up a wall before?” the man asked with a grin. He had a well shaven beard and short wavy hair. Much like Dastan, Bis was also clad in leather armor similar to Dastan’s, although he wore a long sleeve. Perhaps they wore armor like this for the sake of mobility.

“No. Why would I ever have the need to do so?” D’daear questioned in bafflement.

Bis chuckled, telling the soldier to grab on to one side of the large log they had carried with them. Dastan took up the front of the log while 6 others including D’daear took up the rest. “On my mark.” Dastan let it be known, irises carefully watching the top of the wall for any signs of Alamut soldiers patrolling. When the coast was clear, Dastan motioned for everyone to get moving. The gargantuan log holding team sprinted forward towards the wall, all of them trying to build as much speed in order for Dastan to be able to go up the wall. When they neared the wall, Dastan quickly used the logs momentum to help steer the giant wood vertically just as feet began to press against the wall. With the other 6 pushing the log forward, Dastan was able to run up the wall half way before a bolt suddenly penetrated the exterior of the wall just a foot of Dastan’s current position. The Prince was nimble for someone of his bulk. He jumped off the log and latched himself onto the crossbow bolt. Immediately another bolt struck the side of the wall, diagonally across from the one he was hanging on to. Arms stressed themselves as he pulled himself up towards the other bolt using left hand while right hand freely went to latch on to the other. From then on, the pattern repeated itself as the crossbowmen continued to create a path of bolts for the prince to climb up with. In a matter of a minute Dastan reached the edge of the wall where he carefully peered over its edge for any signs of patrolmen walking the walls path. One Alamut soldier came walking by, to which Dastan merely waited until the patrolman came within proximity of him. Quickly extending an arm out to the soldier, the Prince grabbed on to the soldiers head, and smashed him against the wall, instantly knocking him out cold while allowing for the prince to climb onto the walls walkway. Immediately after, he dropped a rope onto the side of the wall while using the unconscious soldier as counter weight by tying the other end around the patrolmen’s waist. As the team began to climb up the rope, Dastan took a moment to look off into the horizon. It was evident that dawn had broken through the night by now. Time was running short as by now the army was readying themselves. Looking back down to the group, the last one to climb onto the wall was D’daear whom was struggling. Outstretching an arm to the soldier, Dastan pulled him up onto the wall.

“Not the most nimble I see.” Dastan mentioned with sincere smile. The purple haired soldier fell on his rear end, exhausted. “They never trained me for this kind of situation…” he responded, lungs swallowing as much air per breath possible.

“Well D’daear, you’re going to have to endure if you want to keep up. We don’t have much time.” Dastan explained, watching as the soldier nodded in agreement. The prince lifted D’daear onto his feet, and the group went to work immediately. They began to scurry towards a door that led inside a conical spire while being vigilant. The way the city’s walls were built was that there were the main walls with the outer gates, and the inner walls with the inner gates. The easy part was seizing the outer walls with the outer gates, but the hard part was taking control of the inner walls that protected the city and gates that led to the city. As they hurried through the inside of the walls, they encountered few Alamut soldiers. Luckily enough, they had the element of surprise to which was used rather well. One after the other they knocked the opposing soldiers to unconsciousness, while at times needing to use blunt force to knock them out. Throughout this time, D’daear had been watching carefully as to how Dastan and his men went about. Since he was inexperienced at this new found form of warfare, he had preferred to stand back while they did their job. Everything was going according to plan, but it wasn’t until they had gotten close to the inner gates that things went out of control. As they snuck through undetected, the group had not noticed how the conical spires had a small room at the very top where one could easily nest there with great visual advantage over the walls. As Dastan and his men emerged through a door from one of the towers, a soldier standing within the conical spires spotted them and in bafflement began to shout, “SOUND THE ALARM!!”

Dastan quickly looked up and noticed the man who had given away his position. Athletic legs went to work as the prince ran towards the spire. He took three steps up the wall before jumping to outstretch his arms towards the ledge of the spire. Hands gripped the ledge firmly, and swiftly Dastan propelled himself up by kicking himself off the wall. Arms guided body, and before the patrolmen knew it, the prince had launched his feet onto the man’s chest which sent the patrolman against the wall of the spire. With the soldier knocked out cold, it seemed Dastan had made it just in time. However, the moment of relief was quickly ruined by the sound of a deep horn that resonated throughout the area. “Oh great…” the prince uttered in disappointment. It only took seconds before the sound of scurrying footsteps emanated through the walls. Dastan looked down to his group. “Get ready!” he advised, looking beyond his team to see the soldiers suddenly burst through the tower’s entrance. As if on cue, D’daear drew his sword which everyone did so as well. “Looks like this is inevitable then…” he uttered while mandibles tensed.

“Don’t worry about them! Handle the outer gates, I’ll take care of the inner one!” Shouted Dastan as he suddenly jumped off the spire, and landed only a few feet behind the group. He dashed past D’daear and the others, only taking a second to nab a rectangular leather shield from one of the men. “Get going!” Dastan’s voiced echoed as he engaged the soldiers in combat. Bis acknowledged the princes orders by commanding the group to follow him. Of course, D’daear had to protest out of concern. “Hold up, we can’t just leave Dastan to work on the troops by himself!”

One of Dastan’s men readied a rope for them to climb down the wall and into a small opening between the Outer and inner gates; a bailey. “Trust me when I say he can handle it. “ Bis spoke while helping tie the ropes knot around a walls tooth. The soldier of baron took a quick look at Dastan. The Princes foot work was outstanding as he parried and avoided the sharp end of the solder sword. In a matter of seconds Dastan single handedly put the soldiers down, and with a mere shield too! After taking the soldiers down, the Prince took rope that he had with him, and quickly tied it around two unconscious soldiers. Using them to weigh the rope down, he jumped off the side of the wall, and swung himself into a window of the wall where his feet met with the faces of two bowmen that were getting prepared to shoot at the Prince’s men. From there, Dastan went to work on finding a means to opening the inner gate.

“D’daear! Come on!” Bis called out from down below. The soldier of baron looked over the wall to see everyone had made it down but himself. Nodding to him, D’daear sheathed sword, took the rope, and hurried down to meet the others where they began to open the gate.

“Alright, everyone! Lift!” Bis shouted as the entire group began to lift a heavy piece of wood used to barricade the outer gate. Mid lift, an arrow dug into the gate as it nearly hit D’daear’s face. The group stopped and looked up to see a bowmen fall to the ground with a loud, “OOF!” They looked up to see Dastan had taken care of the threat, giving them a small wave just before resuming his duty. The prince turned a mechanism as the inner gates began to lift open to the reveal the city. The entire group saw the inner gates open. “Let’s go!” Bis shouted as they lifted the chunk of wood off the gates and commenced to open. Quickly Bis lit a torch on fire using one of the many fire pit bowls that were mounted nearby. He walked out the gates and began to wave the torch back and forth in order to draw their army’s attention.

Meanwhile, Prince Tus had just mounted his horse. The army had finally assembled as the sun peeked over the horizon. One of the soldiers called the Prince. “Sir! Look! Over there by the east gates!”

Tus turned towards the direction the soldier was pointing, and surmised whether it was one their own. “Is that…is that one of ours?” he questioned. Garsiv sat upon his own horse, and looked upon the sight. A soldier handed Tus a telescope to which he used to verify. Jaw dropped in amazement as he knew who it was that waved the torch. “My goodness, that’s Bis! One of Dastan’s men! Dastan’s done it! He’s found a way in! Everyone, to the east gate!” he shouted as he redirected his horse’s course. Garsiv uttered something out of annoyance, but nevertheless followed along with his troops to the east gate. The fact that Dastan had disobeyed orders nibbled at his patience, but the reality of it is that he accomplished something that gave them the advantage over the city of Alamut. He couldn’t argue against it.

“Deploy to the east gate!” Prince Tus shouted once more. Every soldier from Baron’s army as well as Tus’s redirected their attention to where Bis had been waving the torch. A war cry echoed through the sea of warriors as they launched their assault on the east gate.

I'm posting this up here a little early. For anyone who still wants to be involved in this, you have till tomorrow( I will edit the audio). After that, GAME OVER MAN!
~January Monthly Exclusive~ DOUBLE CROWN
Cruella De Vil - 8 Crowns, 350 Munny (<----Crowns have already been doubled)

Sweet Memories Keyblade
Base, D'daear, Glen ---- 11 crowns, 50 Munny

Glen, Karina, Kel, Stratos ------- 8 crowns, 350 Munny

After taking a moment to catch some air, it was time to finish off the giant combination of skeletons that was currently trying to pick itself up. Walking up to the creature, all D'daear had to do was swing his keyblade horizontally to finish the job. With one arm the blade bashed straight through the neck area of the skeleton and popped the stack of four skulls right. A sense of pride and accomplishment fell over the boy as he watched the four skulls fly through the air. The body portion of the skeletons quivered before they rattled in an act of falling apart. Just as the bones fell apart, so did his good mood; however he did not show it. Lips remained still, not smiling, snickering, or frowning. A memory long forgotten came to mind when he saw the pile of bones, and he acted on it without hesitation. "Hmph." D'daear uttered as he performed Iado; performing a smooth controlled sword movement to remove junk off the sword. Obviously Skeletons lack everything but the skeletal system, so the keyblade was not dirt in any way. Performing this action was more of a personal thing than anything else. Using the one handed style that he was getting accustomed to, he jerked the blade with a simple swing.

D'daear took a quick look around. Everybody was making progress in this fight, and it showed since the pieces of bones that once belonged to the enemy were beginning to be prominent all around.

The musicians continued to play, and might it be said that they were very talented too! The skeleton with the xylo-skeleton continued to play, and the skeleton with the Cat-Cello continued to vibe. Too bad for them they had to be taken care of for good because just as they began to play the pile of bones D'daear had just defeated were beginning to quiver to life once more. Blue eyes made themselves prominent at the shock. "Oh no you don't!" he shouted as he picked the nearest musician and went straight to pummeling. As he dashed towards the xylo-skeleton playing musician, a group of skeletons tried to create a blockade with which to hinder the boy. They all piled up on top of one another, bones mixing with bones to form a wall. Brows furrowed as he accepted the challenge presented to him. Feet began to scurry even faster as legs got to work on creating momentum. Dirt beneath feet started to form a cloud behind him as he accelerated towards the wall. As D'daear built speed, legs suddenly began to look blurry. He was beginning to move so fast that legs suddenly took up a classical wheel like shape as if to exaggerate the running speed D'daear was moving. Baring shoulders to the wall, D'daear braced for impact with great determination. The skeletons could only let loose beads of sweat as the inevitable approached. "AAAAAHH!!!" D'daear screamed as he immediately banked to the right. The skeletons watched as their adversary avoided them by merely running past them. The stood there assembled in confusion, but quickly came to realize D'daear had purposefully avoided them to head towards the musician! They all quickly disassembled to re-assemble individually. Once finished, they all quickly scurried towards their musician friend who was in grave danger. Unfortunately for them, the boy had picked up too much of a lead.

VROOOM!!

With a quick shoulder smash D'daear plowed right through both the musician and the xylo-skeleton, sending their bones to the sky. Legs quickly halted as heels dug into the dirt to create the necessary friction to stop. It nearly sounded like a car putting on the breaks mid motion. The boy quickly turned around to see the lot of skeletons charging behind him. There was at least a dozen more than he had originally witnessed when they had formed. Hand gripped the weapons handle tight as he braced his mind for the impending battle. The fear he had when this all started was disappearing rather quickly. And it's not a thing to wonder as he had just taken down a large foe. Not too long ago. Fear was beginning to be replaced with confidence, and this was by no means a good thing for the enemies that neared. Left hand curled to a fist as he let it be known to the skeletons that scurried towards him. He was ready for these soon to be pile of bones. Three of the skeletons took up point in the charge, and lunged at him. They were in a V shaped formation. D'daear's dominant foot kissed the ground before launching the keyblade wielder forward towards the three. Extending left palm to face the enemy, he used it as a means to aim just before thrusting the keyblade forward to stab straight through one of the three skeletons. He did not stop there. Having taken care of the first of the three, D'daear's stance was in an offensive position. Legs were shoulder width apart as left leg was bent 90 degree while right leg was fully extended with right foot firmly placed on the ground. Some would call this a front stance or a Zenkutsu Dachi for the more martial arts adept folk; specifically karate. Not wasting time, he used the attacks momentum to quickly call for the extended right leg. Right foot came to the front, and turned inwards in order to meet the tip of the left foot, leaving just a small gap between the two. Being an uncomfortable position, it was merely a means to move from front stance to another front stance as he pivoted off the right foot in order to bring the left leg around while at the same time swinging the blade over his head. By merely doing this, he built enough momentum and power in order to deliver a nice hit to the second skeleton. Swing the blade over head, he quickly brought it down diagonally upon the next skeleton, which scattered bones everywhere. The last of the three was nearby,having stopped at its bones trembled in fear before him. Had it bothered to attack while D'daear was busy with the second, he might have gotten in a nice hit on the boy, however it seemed fear now possessed the undead critter. Good. It was time the enemy felt what it was like to be on the other end.

Not hesitating, D'daear ran up towards the final skeleton and punched the skull right out of the body's spine using the keyblade's guard as the knuckles. The body reeled back, headless and now confused.

The boy's brows were still furrowed as he looked back towards the approaching horde. This situation reminded him of the statues back at Beast's castle. It was Hikaru, Base, Steel, and Luna that he fought along side when Aux had decided to surprise them with the horde of possessed statues. It was there that he got his first real beating, and it was there that he was forced to learn how to fight on the spot. This moment also reminded him of the battle for Central haven. The horde of heartless that appeared there was frightening to him. They all had to fight these creatures that lacked compassion, regret, or any emotion. The heartless were just there on a whim, attacking merely because someone had summoned them to the place. So what on earth compelled these skeletons to attack them? Was there someone in control of these things?

Eyes averted to the floor as he stood motionless for a moment, only keeping senses aware of the hordes closing distance. This scenario was getting real old. When would they be able to just explore a world without having to run into trouble? Was every world beside his home like this?

"Who could be behind all of this...chaos?" he questioned in whisper as he looked up. Still being to the group, he was unaware of a few things that some of other more experienced key bearers may be aware of. Blue irises glared at the skeletons that now began to form a perimeter around him. D'daear's entire right arm tensed, including grip on the keyblade.

600+ words = 30 exp
Total: 90 Exp (I think)

56/100 skeletons left

8 skeletons were taken out(Giant skeleton counted as 4) (Skeletons BP is now 3 instead of 5. Ask Krowley for any doubts)

1 Skeleton(headless) remaining with 1 BP left. Feel free to take care of it, I'm pretty much going to be ignoring it. :/

The skeletons were all having a wild time. They danced around like the strange beings that they were. They're movements were uncanny, and rather impossible considering how bones normally worked. It was so weird, and it really did destroy the spooky image that made the graveyard. It was like everything that was happening was choreographed, and the group themselves just happened to have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Skeletons were swarming the entire group, and in response the entire group was fighting to gain control of the area. Everyone seemed to be fairing well, but D'daear would not know considering he was too busy handling a duet of skeletons. The two skeletons were able to defy gravity in a strange dance that was taking place before the boy's eyes. The two took turns shrinking and elongating their skeletal proportions like they were spaghetti or made of rubber, with the long one always ending up floating in the sky for a brief second before descending down to the ground in order to shrink. It was just weird, so weird that D'daear's anger was somehow being quelled momentarily. The keyblade became loose in his hand as D'daear raised a brow in the confusion. "What?" he uttered, trying to make sense of these things. Suddenly, one of the two skeletons bopped the other on the skull, and all of sudden one of the two was being used as a Pogo stick. They started jumping up and down. It took D'daear a while to realize that the two were actually still dancing. As they danced in attempt to distract the angry boy, another skeleton had snuck up from behind. Grabbing its skull, it gave it a nice toss towards the distracted D'daear. He didn't even see it coming. With a nice hit to the back of the head, the skeleton delivered a nice HEAD butt that caused D'daear to reel as he winced in pain. It really hurt him, especially since it was the back of the head. Instinct called his free hand to cover the wounded spot. Inhaling through clamped jaws, he could feel blue eyes getting damp. It was a sucker punch--or hit. The point being that D'daear was not expecting it, thus not being ready for how he would react to it.

"OOOWWW!!!!!" he shouted, disturbed by the randomness. He quickly turned around to reveal irritated eyes. See the headless skeleton fumbling to find its skull, D'daear's hand gripped the keyblade tight once more. "I'll show you..." he uttered as he picked up the skull with a stressed hand. With a small toss to the air, D'daear gripped the weapon with the other hand, swung the keyblade with anger, and sent the skull rocketing towards the headless skeleton. With a nice smash the skull pummeled through the body, sending bones flying everywhere. With a stress relieving puff from nostrils, D'daear let it be at that. Now it was time to face the two bones that were doing who knows what. As the purple haired boy turned around, he couldn't help but place a hand on hip while placing the keyblade onto shoulder in --you guessed it-- confusion. As if using a partner as a Pogo stick wasn't enough, now one of them was using the other as a xylophone. It looked like the performer was using the other skeletons femurs as xylophone sticks because the other one seemed shorter, and was bent over. The taller skeleton began tapping away at the xylo-skeletons spine; each vertebrae making a unique sound. Shaking his head, D'daear was not taking a liking to these creatures.

Raising the keyblade off of shoulder, he swung the weapon at the air as he stopped the swing when outstretched arm and blade became parallel to the ground. Eyes glared at the two skeletons in irritation. "Still playing around with us, I see. Hmph...as I said before... I'll show you to stop toying with us!"

As he spat words out, D'daear was only a split second from lunging forward when all of a sudden he heard rattling sound effects emanating from behind him. Stopping himself, he quickly jumped forward in order to turn around mid jump. Landing, he got into a defensive position for extra measure. Blue irises immediately caught sight of the same pile of bones he had dismembered shivering to life. Suddenly, as if on cue, the sound of a single stringed cello began to play in the back ground, but it sounded close by. This made D'daear suddenly go on edge again as he became aware of the many sounds coming from the background. The rattling of bones, the so called "instruments" playing, and the sound of his allies swinging away and exhaling battle cries. It was becoming too much. Right hand tightened on the keyblades handle, mind doing everything it could to stay focused and sane. He wasn't scared per-say, but for sure with all the noise that field this battlefield, it sure as heck made him edgy. Off to the side, the boy became aware of yet another skeleton. This one was using a cat as an instrument. With a foot, it had pinned down the cat, and stretched its tail. With its free hand, it held a piece of bone that was being used as a bow to play the cats tail like some kind of string instrument.

D'daear took a step back. The defeated pile of bones a few feet away from D'daear suddenly began to stir, as if responding to the music being played by the performers. They rattled to life, and not only those, but from the other skeletons D'daear had defeated as well. All of them began to converge into a single entity. With four skulls stacked on top of one another, 12 legs total, two pelvises, and a large chest cavity as well as spine, it appeared to be a strange combination. What was it? D'daear readied himself as he saw begin to stir wildly. Legs began to flail against the floor as it began to move towards D'daear. As it got closer in closer within seconds, it occurred to D'daear just how LARGE of a creature it was, which instigated fear. Now THIS was something he had to take seriously. Taking a step back, D'daear quickly tugged at emotions, trying to find a strategy with whatever seconds he had left. Should he tackle it head on, or was there another option? he quickly scanned his surroundings. Everyone seemed busy. When nothing could be conjured in his mind, he just rolled with it. Fighting hesitation, he pushed himself to run towards the giant skeleton being thing. Feet stomped on the ground as he ran gathered momentum.

"AAAH!!!!" he cried, shouting away his fear. "WHAT AM I DOING!?" he exclaimed to himself, feeling that small doubt of sanity. Right arm extended to the front with keyblade ready to act as shield. The clash was inevitable. The two opposing forces rammed into one another, however D'daear had lunged forward only a moment before. In that lunge, he had jabbed the keyblade forward, slamming at the base of the necks. The blade was acting as the shield that he needed to ram against the skeleton. Immediately right arm began to wane in strength, resulting in him calling left arm to come to aid. Carefully applying force at the blade of the weapon with left hand, he pushed against the creature. Feet skidded against the ground as the creature charged on, only having been slowed. Gritting teeth, D'daear got angry as a means to fuel himself. Arms tensed, comically expanding like the cartoon that he was, and knees buckled down, locking in order to better resist the bull charge this thing was giving him. Yelling out, body stressed itself, becoming most noticeable in the arms as they quivered with the clash of power that was ensuing. In a matter of seconds the creature began to slow, now each of its step requiring more power to push on. A bead of sweat trailed down D'daear's forehead and onto furrowed brows. Feet took longer and longer to skid against ground, which meant he was resisting. It did not take long before D'daear noticed he had nearly stopped the skeleton.

With brows furrowed, lips raised in snicker to the moment. With a simple shift of the weapon, the base of the keyblade rammed up the skeletons neck, just where the skull and neck connect. Control suddenly fell on D'daear, which was good. He liked being in control. It made things easier for him. Calling forth the top of pectorals and shoulder muscles, he began to force skeleton onto its 6 back legs. The front legs flailed in lack of control. The skull's face contorted in worry as it knew all too well it was a battle lost. D'daear let out a loud cry just before shoving the skeleton off balance. The skeleton 's front legs dangled in the air as it reeled back, back legs trying to find the large body's center of gravity. Without wasting time, D'daear pivoted to the left using right foot, and swung the keyblade around to gather momentum and power. Arms swung the blade with everything they had, fueled with his negative ambivalence.

"RRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!" D'daear screamed. With a powerful horizontal slash, the keyblade slammed into the skeletons sternum. The blow was so hard that the skeleton took a few steps back before falling wounded to the ground. Blue irises stared at the downed skeleton as D'daear stood there tall, lungs lusting over air as chest expanded every other second.

It was still in tact though. Perhaps it needed a finishing blow.

Chimera Skeleton 1/20 BP left (This Skeleton counts as 4 towards the counter when defeated)

75/100 Skeletons left

600+ words = 30 Exp cap

The rope was pulled and the curtains were raised to reveal an unusual sight. The scenery was a spooky graveyard. D'daear's irises gazed into the window, more transfixed than frightened. Arms relaxed, no longer tensed. Taking in the details, one thing that was immediately noticeable was how the leaves and fragile branches swayed violently, as if a strong draft was compelling them to move with the winds. As a matter of fact, there was a strong draft passing through him as well. Goosebumps made themselves known on toned armed, evoking the tang top wearing boy to shiver at the feel of the random air current. With a quick rub to the arms, D'daear peered away from the window depicting spooky graveyard and towards the group. However, when he came to it, eyelids retracted themselves to emit baffled eyes. Surrounding the group and himself, was none other than the spooky graveyard. "Whoa!" he uttered in surprise. He quickly turned behind him, wondering if the window was there. It was not. All he saw was a tree. A lightning bolt quickly pierced through the sky above, lightning up the monochrome world while stirring D'daear to jump in momentary fright. Mandible tensed, and heart began to accelerate its rhythm as an instinct began to arise within him. It was getting a little hard to breath. Somewhere in the area, a howl was emitted which caused D'daear's head to turn rather quickly. Pupils dilated automatically, and eyes remained ever so vigilant. "Just...what's going on?" he queried out loud, not the least bit calm; despite the group being there with him. After having watched that first window, he shouldn't be so surprised, and yet he found himself to be. Perhaps seeing is one thing, but experiencing it was a completely different story. With this sensation coursing through him, it felt like he was alone in a dark spooky graveyard; which made him completely oblivious to any embarrassing moments some party members may be having. D'daear was on edge, all of a sudden aware of anything spooky. A loud hoot was heard above the tree he had just bared witness to, causing him to once again turn back to face the tree. Just above was a fluffy looking avian who appeared to look more like a shadowy figured perched on a branch. It looked more menacing since a full moon was its background. It' small body suddenly inflated just before it let out all that air into a hoot.

D'daear took a few steps back before his back bumped into something. Uttering with fright, he jumped forward, quickly turning around in an offensive stance as the star seeker keyblade found itself in his hand, just to see what he had bumped into. Eyes immediately settled on Luna which instantly caused a wave of relief to befall the boy.

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"Hey! You got some kinda bone to pick or something!" shouted Hikaru's familiar voice.

D'daear's relief was short relived. Eyes made themselves ready to catch anything out of the ordinary. "Hikaru! Are you-" he shouted. Out of the blue a skull came hurling itself towards D'daear, but luckily he was prepared. With a quick work of reflexes, his keyblade sent the skull flying over him and towards the branch with the owl perched on it. The skull hit the bird and in a comedic effect somehow ended up undressing the avian. Feathers scattered in the air, now being claimed by the windy night. Looking up at the poor undressed bird, D'daear winced in sympathy. "S-sorry...!" he apologized to the bird before looking away. And what do you know, just as he looked away he was met with the stares of eyeless skulls! The skulls began to dance around the group of keyblade wielders, doing all sorts of strange...rhythmical movements. D'daear had no idea whether to be frightened or...impressed. Strangely enough, it kind of made him feel less frightened as they danced around in whatever shinanigans these things were up too; which helped D'daear gather his senses. Taking a moment to observe the skeletons, there was something almost familiar about the skeletons.

"I wonder if they're the same Skeletons like in that nightmare Mickey had..." D'daear pointed out to everyone. Whether they were or not, a sudden inspiration arose within him which allowed for him to fight against the fear that was presently plaguing him. Still feeling on edge, right forearm constricted as right hand gripped the star seeker's handle ever so tight. This was a result of remembering how Mickey struggled to find his dog in that forsaken castle. It was those skeletons that toyed with him, and hindered his progress in finding his kidnapped dog. On the thought, teeth gritted in a moment of resolution. Furrowing his brows, he allowed that indignant sense to fuel him in an attempt to suppress his fears, and in order to fight. Thanks to this, heart remained on high alert, but it was now steady and ready. Watching as a skeleton neared, D'daear reaffirmed the tight grip formed by his right hand, and lunged body forward. With a powerful overhead swing, he let loose that which fueled him; and more. By accident, he ended up smashing three skeletons that had just coincidentally popped up in the line of sight. Bones went flying everywhere as the keyblade swung straight through, unleashing what he was feeling deep inside.

The tip of the blade hit the ground as the swing reached the end of its cycle. Eyes staring at the grass soon found themselves glaring at the other skeletons that lingered nearby. Raising the blade, he aimed the tip at a nearby group of skeletons. "You want some more?! Come on then! I'll show you what happens when you toy with people!" he spat out in war cry.

600+ words = 30 exp

94/100 Skeletons

I like this idea a lot. The idea of collaborating with people to create something such as an rp is a unique opportunity here; at least for me. For one thing, I see this idea as a method to help KH-vids users(New and Old) to become closer to one another, and to even introduce new people to the roleplay scene. New roleplayers can learn from the experienced, and the experienced can perhaps gain a new perspective through this.

At least that's what came to mind. ;)

When it comes to who gets credit, you can always just add the credits (Like movies! :O) Produced By, Directed by, Screenwriters:, etc. That way, people will know that it wasn't just that one person; although the more involved the individual is, then the more noticed that person will become.

Commitment wise, I think only the director really needs to be the one joining the RP because who else is going to run it? If the other screenwriters, or producers would like to join, then they can act as Substitute GM for those special occasions when the GM cannot be there. At least that way the rp never truly stops moving forward.

When it comes to the directors choice in whether to change something that was not originally intended to be changed, I feel like that has more to do with Professional Ethics. In other words, does the Director respect the writers decisions, enough that they would at the very least have a meeting with them to collaborate the change?

Decisions, decisions, decisions.... Man, it;s tough because I had the most fun between Marluxia and Larxene. Those two battles were the most hardcore I have ever had. On one hand, there's marluxia using that Doom spell which gives you a hit counter based on your level, and then has the ability to conjure one hit K.O holes on the floor, followed by his annoying flower spell that explodes on you if you don;t time your movement right, and then he has that annoying disappearing act where he reappears to only swing that scythe of his; and if you're not prepared for it then get ready to be hit a few times.

^I found it to be satisfying when I was finally able to catch the reaction command by merely blocking his swings. It felt so gratifying to take back the counts that were stolen from me, and then to finally finish him off with a taste of his own medicine; I literally ended the battle with the other reaction command where you pummel Marluxia and throw the scythe back at him. Sweet...sweet...justice.

Then on the other hand, we have the yellow haired (Insert something mean) who enjoys creating doubles of herself. My goodness she was just so annoying, and it was tough because I always missed her reaction command which ended up costing me health because she just had a nearly never ending assault. honestly, this fight was utter annoying, especially when she started to REALLY try hard with those thunder and mega volt attacks. The sheer frustration that emanated from my mind whenever she brought be back down to 1 HP(Thank you Second chance and once more). I just....I hated her....but then it hit me. "I can use my drives in this fight..." I face palmed myself in this revelation and that's when I popped up my shades and got serious.
I started playing smart, blocking and using reflectera whenever she decided to pop up those dopplegangers. It felt so good to see all that HP of hers just shred to pieces because of her desire to spam those copies of herself. Finally, I had found myself on the offensive with this lightning witch, and gave her that just deserves...but she seemed to not cater to my comeback, and began to spam her mega move. So what did I do? Timed my drive form in order to gain those invincibility frames you get when Sora's outfit turns white. I immediately went on the offensive, and in an epic moment, I activated Valor's sonic rave which launched her in the air, and thankfully Donald had my back as he juggled her with one hit. That gave me enough time to launch my self in the air, and unleash valor forms mighty aerial combos. The final hit was an amazing two keyblade penetrating to her body that won me the victory, and all rights to do a victory fanfare....and scoff at Larxene. *CoughThat'sputtingitnicely cough*

Ironically enough, it was the most annoying battle that I found myself enjoying the most....probably because of how engaged I was to this Savage Nymph...or because it just felt good to steal victory from the jaws of defeat.

After much consideration, I have found that I need to say something. I want to point out that not every month are all players in the same world. This December was the month where we all finally entered to different worlds, thus separating our large group of players once more. The way I see it is, why are we choosing just ONE player out of many others who are participating? Don't get me wrong, choosing one player for the month makes sense...if we are all doing stuff in the same world (Like October and November), but since December and January we are all in different worlds, I feel like we should all be choosing 1 player from each of the three worlds as I find it to be a bit silly that we can only choose one player when three worlds are at play here.

Heck, you know what? I'll be the first (or maybe not) to admit that I don't always have time to read everyone's posts; especially when we are grouped up to visit different worlds. So for me, I can't always give proper consideration to players who are probably really trying hard because I tend to start focusing more on the players I am grouped up with.

In short:

Why only choose one player during months where players are scattered in separate worlds? Don't you think that leaves some other players who are trying just as hard in their own worlds out of the picture?

^This is merely a question to help lead us to a suggestion. Perhaps there should be Player(s) of the month when we are grouped up to different worlds, that way more people have opportunity to be noticed rather than be kept underneath others shadows. Like I said, just a question/suggestion to hopefully lead to an answer.

Arms dropped at Aden's notion, understanding that this situation they had all found themselves in was most likely inevitable. "Mickey...there better be a good reason for all of this..." D'daear grumbled to himself with ambivalnce before taking the first step towards one of the windows. "I choose the one with the skulls...if that's alright with everyone..." he said, taking the opportunity to suggest the next window. Arriving next to the window, he gave the window frame a nice tap with the back of his left knuckles to further emphasize his choice. "Might as well confront this head on...heh...right?" he queried; doubt noticeable behind those words. Brows arched back in worry, not signs of a boy not sure of what to expect. Since he was already there, should he just pull on the rope that controlled the windows curtains? Hesitant, he stood there next to the Window with the Skull insignia.

Arms intertwined with one another as the old boy crossed arms by placing both hands under opposite arm pits. Eye's awaited as Hikaru pulled on the rope that hung near one of the strange windows in order to get things started. In seconds the windows curtains parted to reveal what looked like a scenario in monochrome colors. Not wanting to put much thought into it, he just figured it was probably a memory they were watching; although it WAS interesting how such a device could hold something like that. It was as if the window itself was able to physically manifest that memory, and contain it within its confines. It was so unusual, yet it really sparked his interest. Brows furrowed in contemplation as the window continued to reel the images. Mickey seemed to have been caught up in something dark and sinister. In a short while, Mickey had found himself inside what looked like a castle where strange things immediately began to occur to the mouse; it rung a bell in the boy's mind. Meanwhile, A Mad Doctor had kidnapped Mickey's Dog, and from the looks of it...wanted to make a...Chicken Dog? Who in their right mind would experiment on something like that? Just what could anyone possibly gain from doing that. What, knowledge?

"...That's just...wrong..." he uttered under his breathe, face contorting in disgust as he looked on at the weirdness of the situation unfolding. He felt sorry for the dog. Watching it restrained against its own will, it looked all sad and desperate as it cried out for help. D'daear could only imagine how it must feel to be kidnapped from your own home, and for you to suddenly cry out to the person you trust the most to save you. The feeling of crying out repeatedly, and yet to not have that trusted savior to come save you. Line of sight dropped to the floor as eyes looked away for a moment. Arms remained crossed under chest as brows remained furrowed while both tips of mouth angled themselves downward in bitterness. "Different scenario, but same effect..." he said, reinforcing a thought only known to him. Looking back up, skeletons were attacking Mickey while he continued to search for the dog. It was clear the skeletons did not want the Mouse to find his trusted companion, acting like obstacles that hindered the poor Mouse's progress. Feeling a bit overwhelmed by the Mickey's struggle, D'daear's lungs instinctively inhaled air and released it in a form of sigh through a gap between lips. Watching the video did not sit well with him, even during the happy ending where it was revealed for it to be nothing more than a nightmare.

"I'm happy for you, Mickey... at least yours is nothing but a nightmare... a dream..." he muttered as the mouse embraced the dog in a happy resolution.

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The curtains soon came together to hide the window, a sign D'daear took to as that little moment being over. He kept arms crossed while allowing eyes to stay locked on to the closed window. "You know...if that's how that one was..." he started, soon diverging from the window and looking on to Aden, trying to keep a serious demeanor while holding back the negative ambivalence. "I'm honestly am a bit nervous... Makes you wonder how the other ones will look like...especially if what Horace said is true..." D'daear said out loud to everyone; referring to the idea of being able to jump into windows.

They had all walked down the path that led to cornerstone hill. Everything had been going great so far. Distractions were key to keeping himself well. D'daear stood with eyes glued to the large massive crystal ball that surged with light. While Hikaru spoke with the character named Horace, the glass ball of light stayed itself on top of four wooden blocks, an attraction to anyone and all new to its existence. Hands pocketed themselves as the purple haired boy just kept to himself. Somber masked itself with a dull look while the boy immersed himself in ethereal words. "The cornerstone of light..." the boy uttered as he remained fixated. Just being near the thing made him feel awkward, like some reminder of the events he could not let go yet. The crystal ball, all he remembered about it was from the stories read to him when he was younger. So much was different from what he was taught, but perhaps that's what made it all so different, so hard to take in. A small sigh escaped from nostrils. The cornerstone of light is an ancient relic that supposedly could keep the darkness away. In the stories, it was supposed to be held in a tree, however, here it was obviously not the case. Averting eyes to the floor, he skidded the tip of his cartoon shoes against the dirt beneath them in contemplation. After letting himself settle down, he gave the dirt a nice kick before turning to Hikaru, just as he had finished his conversation with Horace. "There are some things I have to figure out for myself..." he thought to himself.

"So, guys, any preferences on where to start?" Hikaru asked.

D'daear gave a careless shrug, turning to Aden as the suggestion had emanated from him. "I'll go wherever you guys decide..." he simply said.

Oh neato! A new Pin!