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{A heart shed for power is the only heart of worth.}

[Traverse Town : First District]

"One could say that," he responded stoically, remaining a few meters away so that he could not be seen from below. This one had her heart; had a menacing air about her (quite literally), and was obviously the more sadistic type. Vereor knew why the Superior had sent him after her- they needed someone they knew would stay for as long as the chaos was promised.

"You... control the winds, do you not?" he questioned, a gleam of his jewels being the only change in overall stature. "And do so in alliance with the Darkness, it would seem. Do you seek destruction, or the power to cause it, as most Dark-Walkers do?"

Merlin was hardly, if it all, fazed by the weapon's arrogance. Fed by darkness, of course it would think itself above others. Still, with the young man's explanation, Merlin's face grew somewhat graver than before, observing the arm intently, wand out and held tightly in his hand; his knuckles, though barely noticeably, were a pale shade of white.

Even as Vain fell to one knee, Merlin stood still, eyes on the arm like a hawk as he contemplated the possibilities. He took a few steps forward, decided to test something out- with his wand out, he lightly tapped the arm, softer than a nudge really. However, the wand was quickly repelled by a spark of Dark energy, just as Merlin predicted. He was a Magus of the Light; this was pure Darkness, plain and simple. The source of the Darkness, of course, was hard to even guess at, but...

"I'm afraid, ma'boi, that whatever is possessing your hand is tightly bond- perhaps even interwoven," he explained, his grave demeanor now more solemn than tense. "I could research it, but it would take quite some time- days, weeks even- before I come across anything that might be helpful. To be honest, I'm surprised it stopped with your arm..."

"If that barbaric weapon is the only thing keeping the arm from possessing you entirely, then I suppose you've no choice but to keep it around," he continued with a shrug and a sigh. "I'll do my best to look into it, but I can give you no promises."

Once again, his attack was deflected, enraging the Heartless. However, it did not have much time to react; there were multiple attacks at his lower, frozen torso; one by the blue-furred creature, one by the heiress, and one by the heir. The ice shattered, completely destroying his lower regions, leaving him stationary on the ground...

Or so it seemed.

The Wheel of Torture that had formed its arm quickly became it's legging, acting as the single wheel of a unicycle, and from the second arm grew a dark scythe; one of mere coagulated Darkness, exactly what the Heartless was composed of on the inside. The scythe immediately swung downward at the young Heir (Kuumaru) as he sent the guillotine blade in a side-arcing fashion to strike at the Heiress (Suzuran) again.

If one paid close attention, they would see that the strange wooden armor that seemed to make up the creatures misshapen abdomen was cracked, weary... near collapse.

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{Ignorance is bliss... until reality throws a Heartless siege at you.}

[Traverse Town : First District]

Soryuju practically cheered as his Blizzard breath did just what he'd hoped for, allowing the others to get in a good number of attacks. Of course, when the beast once again altered its formed, he cursed under his breath- it didn't seem to end. There was hope, though- it was looking broken down, weary. Just a few more attacks...

Swiftly jumping high into the sky, Soryuju prepared his spear, pointing it downward and placing his feet upon the two side-blades, adding to the force of the soon-to-be critical impact on the Heartless from above.

[[Vain]]

"Death out of a Father's Pride"

___[Traverse Town .:. Mystical House]

Vain sighed as he rose to his feet. The news, though not unexpected, managed to destroy what may have remained of his hopes. Just before he was about to speak, the Revblade interupted his train of thought.

What about that other thing in your arm, Vain? Another weapon resides there, I can feel it.

The young man's eyes widened as he remembered the large key he had found around the same time he received the curse on his arm. He held his right hand before him and urged the key to appear, as though he were calling it from inside the hand itself. To his amazement, a bubbling cloud of darkness blinked into existence, vanishing to reveal the large key from before.

The "weapon" felt like glass in the raw power that existed in Vain's right hand, holding it before him as delicately as he could as he asked, "And what do you make of this? I found this key in a world of falling glass towers, darkness, and fire. A voice told me it is what saved me from that world of ruin, and that it is also the reason such dense darkness could only reach my hand." Vain's eyes narrowed on the key suspiciously as he said, "I have seen something similar in my father's books, but the name eludes me. Surely one of your stature would know of this?"

"Mercy out of a Father's Cry."

((Last post before I head off to Chicago for a conference. Just drag my characters around if you need to, as I most likely won't have internet access. See ya later.))

Tsurumi

I'd prefer if you were to just...

...disappear

{Traverse Town ~ First District ~ Rooftops}

It was an interesting offer. Chaos always presented entertainment and it seemed that she wasn't the only one who thought so. She might have to accept his offer. Oh, look at him, bowing. How cute. She thought to herself, smiling slightly. More of a smirk really, but, whatever.

Giving a, rather sarcastic, curtsy, she introduced herself to Vereor. "I am Tsurumi T'kaa Venox. And I would be delighted to accept your offer. Mr. Veiled Gorgon." She was intrigued by his nickname. Veiled Gorgon. She had to wonder if it had something to do with his special powers. Or something. Well, whatever. She'd fine out soon enough.

[[Vain]]

"Death out of a Father's Pride"

___[Traverse Town .:. Mystical House]

Vain examined the "False Keyblade" a bit more, noting every aspect of its design before dismissing it back to the bubbling darkness from whence it came. He stared off to the side as Merlin asked about his father's fate, trying to keep from making eye contact as he said, "I do not remember. The last thing I can recall before my hand was afflicted was heading down the stairs into my father's laboratory..."

If your hand was so negatively affected despite the protection of this false Keyblade, than surely your father has fallen if not become some kind of monster.

The young man pondered what fate he would have succumbed to in the event the key had not protected him, knowing that his father wouldn't simply give up the ghost. He made eye contact with Merlin again before saying, "I don't feel he is dead, though. His resolve is too high to meet his end in an experiment gone wrong. But whatever happened in that basement turned my right hand into a limb of a demon, and that was with extraordinary help and with the Revblade keeping it in check..." Vain looked down and examined his hand, a solemn look on his face as he added, "Merlin, what is your hypothesis on what would have happened in the event this darkness reached my core? If it had tainted my heart?"

"Mercy out of a Father's Cry."