Kingdom Hearts: Kingdom Hearts: Light Chaser

Feeling better after having eaten some more leftovers Torrin blinked and tilted his head as he saw Tinarah come into the kitchen to start cleaning dishes. It didn't seem like she had noticed him yet...or if she had she was just ignoring him. For good reason probably. They were in a better standing with each other than before but he was far from being her favorite person to be around. Torrin pulled out the communicator and turned it over in his hand before returning it to his pocket.



He then retrieved a crumpled piece of paper from the pocket he placed the communicator in and pulled out the second scrap from his other pocket. Torrin took a brief moment to try smoothing out the creases in the paper to no avail and shook his head in disapproval. "Ah well. She's not into this for aesthetic purposes." Placing both scraps in one hand he headed over towards Tinarah and gave the girl a light tap on the shoulder to get her attention.



"I don't know how they got there but I found these scraps in this coat's pockets. I see you're busy with dishes...so I'll just leave these out of harm's way where they won't get wet. Right over here." He said as he placed the scraps a few feet away on the counter. "Just thought you might want to give them a read since you're scrap booking with them. Is that a pun? I don't know. Uh. Anyway. I'd help but the last time I tried to clean dishes was nearly six years ago and...bad things happened. Very bad things." Though to be honest, that had been on purpose just to get him out of doing his most hated chore. Who knew water magic and soap could be so disastrous? Torrin did. The bubblepocalypse would never be forgotten.



Torrin gave Tinarah a wave as he left the kitchen and did the same to Chrono as he passed by him.

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Fost raised an eyebrow when Chryssa's wishes were mentioned. He scratched his chin, thinking about the girl's situation for a moment as he remained silent. After a long moment of quiet Fost leaned forward and clasped his hands together. "I'll have to speak to the Old Man about it. But maybe...just maybe you might be able to fit in here. With my experience I've gotten pretty good at seeing right through people. And you, kid? You don't seem all too bad. Naive sure, but you ain't got a bad heart. Still. Perhaps running away from all of this is your best option for self-preservation. After all, I can't imagine there are many here who'd like you. From what I'm told, I expect that the Torrin kid will be the one you'll see the most resistance from. Though I doubt the kid's capable of outright attacking you while you're unarmed...well..." Fost gave Chrysanthemum a grim smile. "Between you and me, I suspect the Old Man would side with Broody. I don't find the irony of it amusing but it is what it is, kid. So what'll it be? You've still got a choice in this. Bad choices but choices nonetheless."

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"...And I believe that about wraps things up. Feel free to ask me about any other questions you have in mind." Stamatis spoke to the boy sitting across him after having finished explaining the current events. To a newcomer the information must have been a great deal to process but in the end it was necessary. The two had been sitting in a large open room, morning's light pouring in from the window. In the distance a white dragon could just faintly be seen soaring in the sky. "I am...saddened by your loss. We knew your master very well, Kalik. Master Varka used to be one of us before he stepped down several years ago. He would not have mentioned the Council to you but that is simply because only keyblade masters need know about the existence of the Council and this world."

"I know this whole situation must be a shock for you but know that you are safe here on Illusia. The fact that your master managed to send us a signal at all through that darkness is a miracle." Stamatis spoke quietly as he watched the boy. "Your wounds have been healed but I urge you not to strain yourself."

 

Tinarah found herself slightly startled by the tap on her shoulder, she was even more surprised when it was Torrin standing there with two scraps of paper in his hand. "Oh... Thank you." Torrin seemed almost as awkward as she was. He placed the scraos of paper away from the water, but Tinarah found herself following, drying her hands as she walked over to look at them. "I will have to put them with the rest later. I... Just thought it would be good for us to get into the mind of our enemy is all." A poor lie to cover up her obsessing. She hadn't even known they were about the Light Chaser until last night. She couldn't even explain her obsessing anymore, not as each one she read made her circumstance hurt more.

"Don't worry about the dishes, chores... The structure, it helps." Or at least it was better than just sitting still and letting her mind wonder where she didn't want it to go. Kept her from locking herself in her room like she was prone to doing. ​

 

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"Ah...yes...I see that in catching you up I had forgotten to introduce myself. I am Master Stamatis." He paused for a moment before answering the boy's questions. "For now the darkness consuming the worlds is beyond our control but we have reason to believe the man calling himself the Light Chaser might be responsible for the instability between this realm's balance. But even we at the Council are not certain of that...For now, the only thing we can do is protect the Seven pure hearts of light, or at least the three we have at the castle. Regain your strength, train when you can, and in time you will be ready to help face against the threats to the Realm of Light."

"One master may not have been able to do anything to fight the darkness but there are many of us here. There are several students here near your age even." Stamatis mentioned in an attempt to cheer Kalik up. "I am sorry that this has happened to you but you are not in my debt. I merely wish I could have saved more."

 

After having left the kitchen he found himself comfortable in a quiet hallway where he could make a few notes for himself in private. Unfortunately, it didn't take long before he was interrupted. Torrin's eyes rose from the sheet of paper he was scribbling on and blinked at the man standing before him. "Gero? What do you want?"

"I understand you will be giving Kidemonas's experiment a trial run soon." The elder man spoke simply.

"From what I can gather, it doesn't seem as risky as he made it out to seem. I don't think his precautions are necessary. Sending me in just because I can take it if something goes wrong and I'm more expendable than someone on the Council? That's got a kind of cold logic to it that I can almost appreciate."

"Is that what he would have you believe? Hm. Well allow me to be clear, Master Solus, you were initially allowed to join our cause because you were expendable. If you died it might have given your uncle a reason to divert his attention from his own war to aid us."

Torrin's eyes narrowed at Gero. "Yeah. I figured as much."

"But that is no longer the case. You've proven yourself to be a useful asset."

"No need to pretend to be so transparent with me. You know, from everything I've seen, I think I'm finally starting to see the full picture here."

Ignoring what Torrin had said Gero continued, "If you had known we were using you, why would you side with us? Why play this game?" Gero's tone did not sound curious but rather appeared to be like a scientist attempting to analyze a specimen.

"I'll play whatever you part you need from me so long as it leads to bringing down the Light Chaser." Torrin spoke bluntly.

"Careful, boy. Hatred was what consumed the man you know as the Light Chaser. Keep your darkness in check lest I do it for you." Gero warned. Torrin turned to leave but old man stepped forward to cut Torrin off. "One more thing. Limit your interactions with her. A shadow like yours suffocates the light."

"I wonder what Aria would think when she finds out your cuddly grandfather act was just a lie. Don't worry. I won't tell her. At first I blamed your time in that other realm for how I felt about you but now..." Torrin shook his head and moved around Gero. "Doesn't really matter though. Once this is over I'll tear through your Council."

After leaving Gero behind and feeling an uncomfortable churning in his stomach Torrin pressed his hand over his chest where his heart was and took a deep breath. He felt unbalanced and unsure where that sudden burst of malice came from. He was angry but even then Torrin wasn't sure why it bothered him so greatly. "Must've...been something I ate...haha...yeah..." He muttered through gritted teeth as he tried to laugh it off. He took another deep breath and steadied his shaking hand.

He did his best to shrug it off and kept walking while his steps echoed through the halls. Torrin heard voices up ahead and slowed his pace as he watched Illiana and Aria reach the bottom of the main stairway to greet Chrono. Torrin looked behind him, certain that he had been walking away from the entrance hall this whole time, then turned back to look at the trio in confusion. Unsure of how he managed to get turned around he figured it would have been pathetic to turn around now and too awkward if he ran into Gero again after that terrible interaction. He even briefly considered apologizing to the man for his threat. "Uh..." He cleared his throat. "Hey Ar-um...hey guys."

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Stamatis nodded. "Very well. Hm...I suppose I should not keep you cooped up here much longer then. I am sure you are willing to stretch your legs and examine your surroundings. Perhaps you will be able to introduce to the others as well. The other students are an..." The master thought about his words for a moment. "An eccentric but friendly bunch. You are free to roam about. Please, make yourself at home."

 

Torrin watched the expression on Aria's face and paused to look her over for a moment. 'Did her hair get shorter?' Deciding against making a comment about it while others were around he looked at Illiana and then Chrono. "Ah...so you're giving people the tour of what you did." He spoke towards Illiana. Knowing Illiana probably wanted to keep the graves as some kind of macabre surprise, he decided not to reveal it.


"Um..." He scratched the back of his head and tried to piece together what to say. He knew with what happened to Aria, her mood had been low, and though she seemed to be physically fine the her radiant aura had dulled. Though no expert on reading auras, despite being trained to see them, this was at least an obvious tell that someone's mood or mental state was low. Perhaps that had been a similar reason as to why Take had been so difficult to read until he discovered the boy was a Prince of Heart. In any case he doubted looking at a graveyard, as beautifully constructed as it was, would be anything but depressing.


"As fun as a group field trip might seem, I'm going to be borrowing Aria. Gero wanted me to come find her." He lied. Torrin wasn't concerned about how Chrono would handle seeing a few graves considering that he appeared to be resilient enough to act as a rock for his sister but Aria? While he was concerned about dragging the girl's mood down further there was still the fact that no one in the team even knew what had happened to Mika. It may have been selfish but if Aria was going to see the grave of her friend he wanted to be the one to say something about the fate that had befallen Mika and his part in it.


Torrin raised an eyebrow on hearing footsteps coming from the second floor and looked up the staircase to see...someone new. "Hm? Where'd...youknowwhatnevermind." Torrin looked at Kalik, confused as to how the newcomer even got here. Rather than ask questions or even introduce him he turned away and headed down the opposite hallway from which he had entered the entrance hall. After Torrin's last interaction with Gero, he couldn't trust himself to continue interacting with people he didn't know very well.

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Fost reached into his pocket and held up his own communicator once Chrys gave her answer. "Alright, kid. Let's hear what the Old Man has to say." Rather than go out of his way to speak to Gero face to face, Fost had opted for a more efficient method of communication. "Gero, you there?"

"Do you have an update?"

"So we may have found ourselves a new asset. The girl seems genuine. A real turncoat."

"Be that as it may, the standard precautions are still to be in place."

"Is that a yes then? That was honestly a lot faster than I thought it'd be. I thought I'd have to make a case for this girl here."

"I trust your judgment. If you say she can help us keep the balance then I will believe it as well."

The line went dead and Fost blinked at the communicator, curiously staring at it after having sensed something odd about Gero's tone. Something had rattled him and Fost wasn't sure what it was but either way, there was a new problem at hand. "Well then." The man scratched his beard and stood up. "There's gonna be some ground rules for you for some time. Think of this as a trial run to make sure you...mesh well with the team, alright? If things go well, you'll be getting all the privileges all the others have. First off, you're not to be alone with any of the Seven at any point. Given that there's three of them here in the castle but still plenty of other people around, that shouldn't be too hard for you, kid. Rule two, you'll be expected to follow orders out on the field. Rule three, be good. Got it? Good. Now...all we have to do is work on introducing you as part of the good guys. Guess that should be easy enough."

Fost began to head towards the door and opened it. "Oh right, I forgot. Might be a little premature to do this but as a sign of good faith..." Fost rose his right hand and snapped his fingers. "You should have your powers back. Don't make me regret this." He stepped out into the hall and motioned for Chrys to come with him. "Now come on. Let's go find some of the others and show them your change of heart."