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"Where's my Ronso?"

[Traverse Town :: First District]

Colorai was bored. It didn't matter that there was a battle nearby, and she could get hurt. She didn't care. She was extrememly bored.

With arms crossed, the six year old walked across the sidewalk and began looking into the alley. It looked fun in there. Colorai smiled and ran into the dark alley without a backwards glance.

((first off, sorry for disappearing. >< Large project was due and it sucked my time. ))

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|My allegiance lies with no one, but I am no bounty hunter.|

: - {Traverse Town : First District} - :

The gust of wind the Heartless became guarded by flung the swordswoman into a wall, her sword landing point down into the ground some feet from her. Alex didn't see the Heartless combine as her entire body slumped and she hit the ground, head cracking on the ground.

Did I... fail? I failed? I haven't... even started yet... I can't fail... Somebody... help me, she thought, feeling her body go as numb as her left arm.

Alex hoped beyond hope that someone would come save her, or at least help her, but didn't bet on it. With the fight, she was sure no one would remember her. But maybe someone would... would remember her...

Momma... I'm sor...rry..." she whispered as the scene went black and she slipped from consciousness.

| I simply hunt Heartless, nothing more. If you need that, then I am your girl.|

[[Masenko-Ma]]

"If at first you don't succeed..."

___[Castle Oblivion .:. Outside Kitchen]

Masenko sighed and chugged the rest of the tobasco sauce. "You're way too uptight. You act like I'm trying to poison you. If it makes you feel better, I would do that with my smoke before sacrifice any of my precious tobasco. But watch out! I might try to hit you with 'queer smoke'. It messes with your senses so hard it alters your sexuality. Wanna try it? Maybe it could lead to other things~" Masenko laughed at his own joke, obviously amused at how he thought that up on the spot.

"You're such a downer, Zekky. Apparently night elves have absolutely no idea what fun is, huh?"

"... Then you were taught by losers."

[DESTATI ALLAN-MARKES NEVERMORE]
{"I really just don't give a damn."}

[Harmony's Sanctuary : Remains of West Side Streets]

Destati lay on one of the former sides of what used to be a building....or several buildings...Hell, it could be anything, for all he knew. He didn't care. It was something to lay on and rest. And he did so. He had his hands below his head, fingers folded together, and his right leg crossed over his left. The feel of the cold metal beneath his body was something oddly comforting to him, as familiar as it was.

There was one difference from his usual appearance: a large cut across the left side of his face, given to him by one of the Behemoths. If it had attacked any higher, it surely would have gouged his eye out. Although it had been bleeding profusely, it had dried by now. He wondered if it would leave a scar.

After taking a puff on the cigarette propped between his lips, he sat back up, holding himself up with his right arm planted on the twisted metal. He glanced at the other four remaining members of ZTK Unit 231.

"...My face is fxxxin' ugly now."

"Destati, your face was always fxxxing ugly," Libra taunted him as she blew her own stream of smoke, then let out a loud cackling laugh. Destati laughed along with her.

"True that. So, what's everybody's plans this weekend?"

Libra opened her mouth to answer him, but he quickly shushed her, causing her to roll her eyes. The young Luna Berserker pointed to his ears, trying to get her to be quiet and listen. Within just a few seconds, the voices he had heard became clear to him: they were the voices of his parents.

He peeked over the edge of the makeshift rooftop they were resting upon, and sure enough, in the streets below, he could see his parents walking in the direction of their home...well...what was left of it. Earlier, they had - as was usual standard procedure - reported back to the officials of the ZTK upon the status of their latest battle. They had been gone longer than Destati had expected.....And now he planned to learn why, through spying on them.

He lowered his eyebrows curiously after he was able to hear them clearly. They were arguing. That hardly ever happened. His parents were so freakishly alike, with just enough differences to keep their relationship from being unbearably impossible. He could only remember a handful of times they had ever disagreed on anything in his life...at least, disagreement enough to cause fierce arguing. Which was what he was hearing now.


"I can't believe you can be so damn calm about this, Billy! This is our son we're talking about!"

"Ah know, sugah, but there's nothing we can do about it. The decision's been made. It ain't like we have any other options..."

"Oh, don't give me that s**t! I told you to put him in the Reserve Squad! I didn't even want him to join the Knights in the first place, but you and Sharky had to keep on with your excuses. And then, on his thirteenth birthday, you got him all worked up about how he was 'finally old enough to join'."

"Well, I did get him to wait for three years..."

"You are such a lie! You know damn well he only waited three years because Michael and Zackariah weren't old enough, and he wanted all six of his friends to sign up with him at the same time! But it doesn't matter, because the fact is that he's in the damn Knights, and now they're gonna make him do this!"

"I know....I wish we could do somethin' about it, but the decision is final. He's stuck with this mission. And knowin' him, he's gonna jump at the idea when they tell him. Which'll prob'ly be soon...You know the way they work."


Just seconds after that last statement, a loud beeping sound split the near-dead silence of the now uninhabited area. Destati mentally cursed at the realization that it was his own mobile device. He backed away from the edge of the massive steel ruin he and his friends were resting on, crawling backwards on his hands and knees, before picking the infernal device from his jeans pocket and flipping it open.

"Nevermore here." After a long moment of listening to whoever it was on the other end, he nodded once, as if whoever he had been speaking could actually see him. Old habit. "Understood. On my way. ETA.....Thirty minutes."

Destati flipped the handset closed, then put it back in its place within his pocket. He then turned to face his friends, and was just a little surprised to see both of his parents standing before him - both with their arms crossed, both bearing a look as if to tell him "You're grounded for the next fifty years."

He let a weak, choked laugh erupt from his throat; the only sound he seemed to be capable of making at the moment. The glares he was recieving from his parents strengthened.

"Hear anything interesting?" his mother asked in a stern tone.

Destati finally straightened himself out and cleared his throat. "Yeah....Headquarters. They want me to drop in as soon as possible." This only made his mother more furious.

"DESTATI ALLAN-MARKES NEVERMORE!!! Do not play your childish games with me! You know that is not what I meant!!! What were you doing, eavesdropping on your father and I?"

Oh yeah, she's pissed, Destati thought to himself. He could always tell when she was very angry, because it caused the slight bit of an accent she had acquired in the many years she had spent with his father, to completely dissipate, leaving behind the more "classy" - as Destati called it - way of speech he heard now.

The young man suddenly snapped out of his shaky disposition and snapped to his usual, smart-aleck self. "Hey, what are you talkin' about? We were all sittin' here for a long time, just chillin' out, when y'all came around the corner, yellin' at the top o' yer lungs! Y'all know this is our usual spot nowadays, since they wrecked the Houses of the Holy! So it ain't nobody's fault but yours!"

Luna opened her mouth, about to retaliate with her own words, but her son held out his hand and shook his head.

"I don't have time for this anyway. The Administrators and the ZCHC want me at headquarters now. We can finish this some other time." And without another word, he leaped off of the distorted building and landed gracefully on the roof of another one closeby, which was still standing. He then took off across the city in the same fashion, heading towards the bulky, heavily protected building which was once - years ago, when it was still proudly standing tall at its full height - Zodiac Tower.


Luna did not pursue her son, or try to stop him - although, believe you me, she definitely could....easily. But she knew that he was required to follow orders issued by the Administrators of the ZTK, as was she. There was nothing to do but to let go of the petty argument and move on. What more time she could spend with Destati, she wanted to be happy...because she knew why he had been called to the base this afternoon. Tonight, she would bid her only son goodbye. Possibly for the last time.

She was a fierce warrior, always prepared for battle. She had defended her homeland from everything imaginable for more than twenty years. She had endured pain and torment - and not just physically - enough to bring most people to their knees and make them beg for death. She had taken down Heartless, strange monsters, and entire armies single-handed. She had traveled to over fifty different worlds, helped to stop wars, joined a crew of pirates, ridden on the backs of dragons, and played chess with psycopathic monarchs. But she was not prepared for this.

[םȋѳɕҽȵҽʂ]
"Make it easier on yourself and tell me what you’re thinking, I already know”

[Traverse Town :: First District :: Rooftops ]

Diogenes looked around and located the bell tower.

That stupid Kuluu, doesn't have any idea what he's talking about. He does not even know what I have been through. Or what accomplishments I made before those creatures attacked. HE KNOWS NOTHING

He was only mumbling under his breath, not even audible enough for anybody to hear. All he could think about was how ridiculous his brother was.

Elde felt the satisfaction as his aerial hit connected. He landed on the ground with his legs wide spread, swinging his combined swords out to one side in his right hand in a decisive stance. He watched as everyone continued to attacked the heartless fairly successfully… then frowned and sighed as it transformed again. This was getting ridiculous.

Well I’ve done my part.

As he thought this he felt exhaustion pouring over him and he turned away from the battle. He saw Alex collapsed on the ground nearby and used his swords as a large walking stick to limp over to her. He let himself fall down next to her, inadvertently being a little closer then she might have liked.

“I’m sure they can handle it, don’t you think so?” he said to her, clearly not intending for her to answer in her unconscious state. The grip on his swords then loosened and he slowly fell unconscious next to her. At least they would be easy to find when this was all over.

[ Ϩ Ѳ Ʀ ¥ Ʉ ϑ Ʉ ]

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

[Traverse Town : First District]

Soryuju smirked triumphantly as the monster was slain, only to have to balance his stance at the still-shaking ground. When the quake stopped, Soryuju ran a hand through his hair, glancing around... the district was utterly destroyed for the most part. They all seemed alright, though... in once piece.

And then there were the two in the corner, a male and female, clearly unconscious.

"Damn," he cursed, running over to the duo while hooking his spear to his back again. They both didn't look too beat up... no flesh wounds, no breaks, just completely worn out, bruised. He knelt between the two, holding one arm over each of them. He began to focus healing energies into both, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Dunno if you can hear me, but this will take some time since I'm healing both of ya at once," he muttered, not looking at either of them as he focused. White auras washed over them, reversing their wounds very slowly. They might have regained consciousness, but it would still take a bit to regain the ability to move without pain. "Try and sit still and it won't hurt."