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[[Vain]]

[[Traverse Town] .:. [First District] .:. [Rooftops]]

Vain stared down from the rooftops at the courtyard below, chewing contently on a strip of bacon he'd managed to pinch from the cafe. Many troublesome things still clouded the young man's mind, the most prominent being the smoke-warrior he'd previously encountered. Even with the aid of the Revblade, Vain had found himself incapable of even keeping up with the shuriken wielder. He felt as though he were a mouse fighting a knight- as though he had no real chance of winning.

Elsewhere in his mind came the lingering worry about his own condition. He stared down at his darkness-infected arm, clenching his fist for a moment. It was strong, that much was certain. If his entire body had been of a similar composition, his confrontation with the smoke user would have come to a finish in a much different way. But strong as it was, it was more dangerous to Vain than it was to his enemies. He still wasn't quite sure what would happen if it consumed him, but it was that unknown factor that bothered him the most.

He looked to the Revblade, silently thanking whoever seemed to be watching over him. It was a blessing that Vain had come across the Revblade, a weapon capable of feeding off of the growing darkness in his arm. As long as he wielded the Revblade, he had nothing to immediately worry himself over.

What do you think you're looking at?

Vain grinned as his weapon, its blade thrust firmly in the rooftop so that it stood erect next to the young man. "Nothing. Just thinking about what to do next..."

Find a way off of this world, that's what. If you really want to rid yourself of the darkness infecting your arm, I would suggest you hitch a ride on the next shuttle out of here.

Vain finished off his bacon and nodded before getting to his feet. "That's a much more sound plan than mine, though only by default."

Why's that?

"I don't have a plan."

Cheeky b*****d.

Vain gripped the Revblade and sheathed it before hopping down off of the roof. He landed with a crash on the cobblestone, cracking the walkway underneath him. "I guess I'll just wait around here... After all, people have to come through here to leave, right?"

Xεlℐzα℞

He dipped the Ars Arcana into the ground and unsheathed it from the earth, taking with it a mass of brick stone. With a kick-the-moon, he brought it up into one of the heartless, sending all the attached matter with it. It flew backwards and with a light 'pop' burst into darkness. "COOOOOOOL."

Xelizar almost ignored the other two heartless, rather, he spent his time dancing and manipulating the shape and size of his false key. The blade itself remained unchanging, more so than the stone falchion that he settled on. It had an ornate stenciling up and down the shaft of the matte gray blade. With a final twist of his routine, he sheared through the two other heartless.

"Nope. I wonder where they could have gone..." the artificer said, shedding the stone from his false key. He stood back and watched the magical motes gently fall like feathers before he turned his attention back to the district. Apparently, the shadows had friends. Lots of them. A wave of about ten new shadows had materialized, with three brightly robed heartless floating overhead.

[Ölüm]

(Unfortunately, there is not a fleck of remorse within me.)

[Castle Oblivion : Sanctuary (Ölum’s Room) -> Kitchen]

Cue "Apassionata"


Ölum could meditate for hours on end before he realized where the time had gone—though, time was seemingly irrelevant in Castle Oblivion. His “room” that had been given to him was a manifestation of the life that he now wished to live. The scene was serene…

The room was a vast field of tall grass with a single tree in the middle that loomed over everything else. The tree was the one thing that was subversive to Ölum’s preferences. Whenever he entered the room, the centerpiece would change based upon his mood. If he had just defeated a mighty opponent, the tree would be a tall strong elm that’s branches strained one’s neck to look at.

In his insanity, Ölum became fused with nature. Nature was, in fact, the one thing that kept him from putting himself off. It was a drug that consumed him. All his attempts at suicide had failed because of his ability to passively heal himself when in contact with life. Small creatures and plants would die around him in order to save their martyr that was able to understand all of them. Eventually, he stopped trying and realized that he would never escape life to be with his lover. This only increased his dive into depression and later insanity.

The message from Vereor had been swiftly delivered to Ölum’s ears, and he quietly submitted to the beckoning. Ölum exited his room and made his way to the Kitchen.

“Only a few hours of meditation Vereor… you work us like dogs you do. Though, what is time in this place anyways…” He said quietly as the other two bickered about how drinks altered a person’s social status… or something like that… meditating made him tired for a small portion of time.

[[Masenko-Ma]]

[[Castle Oblivion] .:. [Kitchen]]

Masenko reached over and mockingly patted Aiko on the head before saying, "What a silly creature. Tea is a drink, not a food. And anything outside of bread and water is eaten for flavor and looks. Do you think cavier actually tastes good? No! You eat it because it's expensive as hell and not everyone can afford it!"

[♫- მ ჩ ⁞ ძ -♫]

№ Ѷ -{Let's finish this up quickly, I wanna sleep.}- № Ѷ

[Castle Oblivion :: Aria's Room ⊱ Kitchen]

"Tea's Ready."

The Nobody let out a sleepy groan and promptly ignored it; just as she had tried to ignore the whistling of teapots and the humming of Vereor but within minutes she could already hear the sounds of chattering from her room, distantly, but there nonetheless. She could pinpoint the sounds of Vereor and Aiko, and an entering Masenko. Aria lifted her forefinger and gently waved it as if dismissing the sound. The noise in her ears crept to a steady silence. After a few minutes of being unable to fall back to slumber, Aria steadily rose from bed.

She entered the kitchen with a light step, rubbing the last remnants of sleep from her eyes. The smell of freshly brewed tea wafted towards her and Aria suddenly questioned why she felt like skipping out on morning tea in the first place. Oh right, because there were always annoying people at the table. Like Masenko trying to argue about food.

So he drinks hot sauce for looks. Hmm, trying to appear stronger than he actually is? That settles a lot of questions. With a sliver of a smile the Nobody disregarded all the conversations as she settled down at the table. "... Good morning."

[ Ѵ ͼ Ʀ ͼ Ѳ Ʀ ]

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

[Castle Oblivion : Kitchen]

"Good morning, eldest," Vereor responded to Aiko as the woman strolled in, chuckling at the 'banter' that they normally went through. He didn't respond to her question, due to Masenko's entrance. The ninja, without hesitation, criticized the drink, and though Vereor heard the grumbling in the back of his head, he quelled it with silence, allowing Aiko to debate with the much younger man.

The others slowly began to crawl out of the metaphorical woodwork. Ölum came in, grumbling about his few hours of meditation, and shortly behind him walked Aria. He pondered upon the locations of the others, but didn't give it much thought. If he wanted to know, he could find out with ease, after all.

Aside from pouring himself a cup of the tea, and pouring some into the glasses of those that had arrived (they knew their cups by the number on the side) sans Masenko, the Veiled Gorgon kept quiet, merely listening.

[Castle Oblivion; Haruko's Bedroom -> Kitchen]
Haruko sighed before getting up fully off of her bed. She had been asleep for a long time in her room and needed a little bit of time to herself.

Haruko walked up to her wardrobe and tried to decide on what to wear today. She decided to go with black and white pants with the zippers and clips along the side as well as a very tight black tank top. She then put on some white gloves in order to pull it together and smiled. “Coming!” She shouted before rushing downstairs into the Kitchen.

“Hello everyone! Hooray! Tea again!” the bubbly Haruko spoke to everyone. She quickly sped to her cup and grasped it from all of the other cups there. She then filled it with the tea and put in her normal amount of sugar (just think large amounts). “Aria! Aiko! Want to play! Please!!!!” Haruko then started to whine to both of them to play with her.

Haruko tended to have the attention span of a nut but did know that the only one that let her have any fun anymore was Vereor and maybe sometimes Olum. It was about time for a new challenger to step up and play with her.