KH: Uprising RP

Taliena drew back slightly as the female figure, obscured by the nighttime darkness, and the ever heavier falling rain approached her, clutching her fancy cane, which clunked on the ground as she edged forward. The nobody's thoughts shifted from caution to paranoia as the female erected a barrier around the two of them, which, while blocking out the rain, also seemed to hold her within its premise. Yet there wee no visible signs of ill intent, nor were there any hints to Taliena's intuition that she was in any danger with this person. To her slight advantage though, she was able to better discern the appearance of her company, now that she was up close (and the flash of light preceding the barrier's erection was a helper as well). She could see clearly that this was a girl that was around her age, nineteen, maybe eighteen, or twenty years. She was also, if Taliena could be modest enough to admit it, almost as stunningly glamorous as she was. Of course, she still, in this mistress' opinion, was far from her quality.

Such a trinket would go marvelously with my collections, I must say.

"Why yes honey," she said, effortlessly masking her inner intentions. "Nearby the castle, there is an outpost headquarter, where you should be able to find someone who works with the defense forces. I dare say that the leader would not be in though. He has more important matters to tend to in these darkest of times, than negotiating with perspective members. Actually, I happen to be heading to the castle myself. I could introduce you to someone there, if you would be so kind as to join me. What say you?"

 

This girl seemed to be well aware of much of what was happening before her at the moment, being so protective as to erect barriers for simply talking to others. Yet what she was unaware of, was the company which she was now keeping with one of the wealthiest, most prominent people in the town. Natalie Savage was not often one to be seen mingling with a limping wounded acting as her shadow through the town's streets; more so, she was seen with a trail of suitors, awaiting their chance at wealth themselves. Yet this girl seemed more worth her time, not just for her rivaling beauty, but for sake of the odd cane with which she supported the weight of her injured body. Even one who has everything could still want more, provided that more was something that that didn't already have; and the walking stick, or cane, or whatever it was, would make for a fine decoration above the mantle, a fine center piece to present to guests.

Given such a strong temptation in her desires, Taliena proceeded along her path, cutting back onto the main street leading out to the castle. People seemed to have settled down from their previous state of excitement, meaning that the heartless were again being driven out by the defenses. Severi and his troops were, without a doubt, far too good at their job. Not a single corner along the way was left unattended by some soldier, or watchman. "As you can see," she said, eying Malisa out of the corner of her vision, "our defense force is quite capable, and expansive. And heir always looking for more members. So if you're seeking to join them, you should have no problem... of course, in the state you're in right now, they might not let you work until you're rid from that grotty little cane."



A storm has been brewing over the town. Surly he'll....

The refreshing nighttime air had reawakened the fatigued Orion, who had now begun to replace the the armored plating over his scaled torso. It was a rather daunting task, as each plate hat to be precise, otherwise, the armor lost its protective function. Not even one mishap could be allowed to be made. Still he felt as best as he could for some sign of his nemesis, for if he was upon this world, he'd be fighting off the darkness here. He'd reveal himself in his unique energy signal, and of course, the tells of silver0blue light as he produced his attacks. When finally, Orion had completed his task of rearming himself for battle, he received the sign he had been awaiting. And truth be told, he was surprised that it had happened so early as this. But still, visible to him in the distant town in the shadow of the castle, was a bluish silvery white colored light, shooting up from the cover of the houses. Simultaneously, he felt the same shock of faint energy that he had been tracking for the passed months register with his senses.

That's him, no doubt about it. My nemesis has come upon this world just as I have. He won't escape, not this time. I swear my life upon that. Retribution will be the song of my house tonight.

 

The blissfully ignorant trust of the Keybearer was somewhat of a shock to the mistress, as the girl revealed the truth of her cane, and by that extension, much about herself. Her history, her general persona, these, and some more, intangible bits of information were revealed in her short blurb. Her host had been suspecting an easy prod, yes, but this was just made too easy, even for her tastes; there had to be at least some challenge. What good was it to be so devilishly cunning, and have people fall for the simplest of ploys? Not very good, in the eyes of such a cunning fox of a woman. She shrugged, taking the mild victory for what it was, and tilted her umbrella backwards, allowing the rain waters to splash out on the ground behind her, in from there, continue to filter off unto the ground.

Along the main street of town, the castle stood as guardian over the people, and places which sought out its guidance, and the courage of its king. On a sunny day, the towers, and walls of the behemoth structure would shine brilliantly in the early morning light of golden rays from the sun. As the twilight came upon the world, it would caste a shadow out for miles afar, swallowing the majority of the landscape it looked out over. Were tonight a clearer night, and not so poor in its weather, the castle would stand as far more welcoming place, its thousands of lights seeping out through open windows, presenting itself in all of its glamor and prestige. Yet on this rainy, dreary night, it was a sight that shook many of its own subjects to the core. Fewer lights were on, shrouding it in the darkness, giving it an impression of a ghost infested manifestation.

This could have been true, considering the many things that had happened to the castle, and the people within it over the years. It had been the site of many battles in the passed thousand years or so, and even before then, things had been in a violent state. In fact, the only true peace the place had ever seen had been during the age of the great ruler, Ansem The Wise. History had shown that he had been one of the greatest leaders that world had ever seen, making peace within the village, and surrounding areas. Under his rule, the name of the town even got changed to reflect the peaceful era that had come upon them: Radiant Garden. But those days were lost. While the town had maintained its title, and things had settled down, records had proven that things hadn't settled down completely. There was always something brewing just beneath the surface.

"Well, it certainly is an interesting trinket to be in possession of, even if a bit of an eyesore. And you know, there seems to have been a rather large demand for people with those things within the defense forces."

 

As the two grew closer to the castle standing proudly in the distance, the rainfall began to pick up at an almost exponential rate. What had started as a mere trickle of water falling from the clouds overhead was starting to morph seamlessly into a total downpour. The effect this had on the old castle was astonishing to Taliena, even after having seen it so many times before. While it had once stood as a creeping, unsavory haunt, it now shifted into a far more inviting place to be at this moment. Being there would mean absolute cover from the downpour, as well as the comfort and warmth of a lavishly decorated dining hall. She could naught but imagine what sort of meals that the king had gotten his cooks to prepare for this evening. Her mouth watered just thinking of it.

Not long after the rain fall had peaked, they had come to the front gate into the main keep. It was a drawbridge style gate, able to be retracted in times of battle against an opposing armies. Of course, there hadn't been any of those in some time. At the edge of the bridge, she turned around, staring Malisa eye to eye. "Inside the main keep," she said, pointing towards the hulking structure behind her, "there is a smaller building, where the defense forces have taken up their HQ. If you go there, you should find someone to answer whatever questions you have. Oh, and if you're truly adamant about not joining them, I'd ask Severi as many questions as you can, and not give him any chances to ask him any himself. The more he can get out, the more likely it is he'll be able to wrangle you in to working under him. That's especially so, considering you have a Keyblade. They'll be all over you with that."


Zeije ambled on through the alleyway, his balance beginning to fail him with each step that he took, coming closer to falling whenever his feet touched the ground. He needed to rest, or at least to catch his breath for a moment, and not be attacked by those beasts again. Fighting them, and even being near them at any point in time gave him a bad feeling on his insides. It was a cold feeling. It was one that sapped him of what light he had left within his heart and soul. His hopes turned to depressions, and his dreams to nightmares just looking into their eyes. And while others could not sense it in him, he knew that the creatures themselves could feel that their darkness was getting to him. That’s why they were stalking him so suddenly, lurking in the shadows waiting for his heart to give in. That’s when they’d swoop in like vultures, and pick out the remains of what he had once been.

You won’t have me so easily. You can wait all you want, but I won’t be giving in until I drop dead, you little pukes.

Some distance along his path through the darkened alley, the rain now showering upon his unguarded head, he came upon an unwelcome sight. Not even fifty feet from his spot, a group of those black things had ganged in upon a team of defense force soldiers, whom they had made quick work of. And not too far from them, standing upon the roof of a house overlooking to alley, a male looking figure stood watching over their progress as they undid their prey. None of the soldiers’ weapons seemed to have any effects on the creatures, as though some shield protected them, or otherwise, they were immortal, and impervious. Of course, Zeije knew better by now. It required a more refined touch dealing with such being, and at that, a touch that the soldiers seemed to lack.

Given that all of the soldiers were slain, and hence, out of the way of the harm that may befall them as a result of his attack, he was free to act. Stretching his hand out and focusing onto his palm, he used what energy he could without over extending himself, and wove a concentration of energy in the shape of a disc, razor sharp, capable of cutting through even a human body with little effort. In a graceful draw back, and a powerful fling forward, he unleashed the disc. The beasts knew not what to do of it, finding themselves beheaded, and cut cleanly in half. The disc, following the guiding motions of his hand, returned to him, hovering just above his outstretches hand. With no words, nor warnings, he again threw the disc, this time at the man standing upon the roof.

Let’s see your lackeys take care of you now.