Attracting the Keyblade Wielder.

[Chaos]

Chaos marched through the Darkness with a host of Heartless behind him. He had not mastered the ability to summon them at will yet, but he did know how to bend them to his will, and he had gathered a sizable force for his onslaught.

He wanted to strike a fierce blow so that the forces of Light would only have one answer, summon forth one of the Keyblade wielders. Chaos needed to study this new enemy, learn their weaknesses and bend them as well to his will.

Now was only expeditionary, he could not afford to reveal himself quite yet, so this force would seem to be a random raid, not the focused strike it really was. Chaos himself would fight against the mindless Heartless, seeming to be a friend, an ally, and from this position he would divine every secret they had.

He would understand the relationship between wielder and blade. He would learn to undermine them and negate there strength. "Show me your strength, so I can turn it to weakness." He said to himself as he looked through the Darkness to his target.

A strange city, caught perpetually between light and dark, but more specifically a city visited by multiple Keyblade wielders. He turned to the Heartless host gathered before him. "Wait ten minutes after I emerge in the world and attack. I will fight beside our enemies to gain their trust. After a Keyblade master emerges retreat to the mansion on Amestris." He said before turning to his newly formed portal.

He walked out into the cool air and smiled. Soon this tranquil peace would be shattered. He moved from the Ally to walk among the civilians, the twilight wind catching his red long coat revealing his ripped up black jeans and his red t-shirt. He wore a red bandanna over his mark on his forehead. He walked among them and paused to say hello, to put himself in their minds.

Soon enough his chosen music started and screams chorused from ahead of him, screams of panic and fear. He allowed himself a small smile before he took off to fight against the Heartless hoard.

[Legion]

Legion sat against the wall in the shadow on an alley, his gaze fixed on the floor but his sights set on the hearts that passed him by. People passed the teen, oblivious to the Heartless that might choose them as his next meal, without a second thought, believing him to be just another mopey kid. Even if he didn't have a heart, Legion's scowling face and sharp, frustrated movements came off as upset. Everyone who passed him was just too much in a good mood to be manipulated. Sure, he came to Twi Town often and tormented someone before taking their heart, but had he really done it so often that the stock of his favorite type of people had become so scarce he couldn't find them? He refused to accept it.

After a good ten minutes of waiting, boredom set in and he left the shadows. Now people looked at him, but only because of the red scar going down the left side of his face. He pushed past them all, still sulking, and bumped into a man wearing a long red coat. Legion took note that the man was very dark, but spared him little more attention. People that dark often turned out to be no fun and he had other things to do.

Still no one caught his attention and this world, as he found out a few visits ago, was a favorite for Keyblade wielders, and his charred black arms reminded him not to fight those guys. If he so much as caught a glimpse of a Keyblade, he was gone. Besides, with all the screaming in the background, someone with an oversized key was bound to show up.

Wait, screaming? Legion perked up and followed the sound, finding a mass of Heartless terrorizing the locals. A giant smile spread on his face, fa three-sixty flip from his foul mood just moments before. He stood leaning against a building, wondering what to do now. So many options. Either he could join in on the raid or he could pick out one person and have some fun with him or her. Shrugging, he stayed stationary, preffering to watch the show. He'd wait until something popped out at him, a group of people coming in to save the day or one particulary vulnerable person. Either way, he'd have to thank whoever or whatever caused this mass attack. It just made his day.

[Sora]

As a Keybearer your work was never done, Sora had learned this lesson a long time ago and had learned not to entertain the hope that he’d be able to relax for once—the worlds were constantly in need of his light and his assistance. Not that Sora particularly minded, he kinda liked the feeling of being needed it’s what separated him from regular boys his age. But sometimes…sometime it would’ve been nice to have a break somewhere between his travels and saving the worlds, it felt as if he were on the move 24/7. He hardly even had much time to sleep nowadays, sleep deprivation and intense battles were a dangerous combination—he couldn’t afford to make a slip up, if he did it could mean not just the destruction of himself, but of the worlds as well and that was something he would never allow to happen!

Speaking of heroic duties and whatnot…

Sora’s focus drifted back to the task at hand, or more…the steering wheel and the navigational system of the Gummi Ship in which he was currently piloting. It probably wasn’t the best of ideas to zone out while driving through the passageways between worlds, especially with all the obstacles that presented themselves to him during the course of his travels between worlds but it was so easy to get lost in his own mind—especially with spending so much excruciating time alone.

He desperately missed having his friends with him.

The alert system on the Gummi Ship began to blink; once, twice. No problem, it always did that—that was how he knew which world to head to next. But what surprised him was the siren-like sound that accompanied the flashing lights, the warning system only did this when a particularly large threat had presented itself. Mashing in a few buttons on the navigational system and entering the coordinates of the world that the warning was being sent from, Sora cranked the wheel of the ship roughly, heading straight for Twilight Town.

As soon as he got there confusion swept over him like a blanket on a chilly winter night—these were just low level Heartless…so what was the problem? The brunet let out a sigh, Well, while I’m here I might as well take care of the problem., but remained on high alert incase a far stronger foe was lurking amidst the chaos.

A flash of light and Oblivion was tightly gripped in his hand, “Alright Heartless, you wanted to cause trouble? Well—here’s trouble.

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[Jacen Noland]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, -moz-box-shadow: -20px 0px 0px #323232; -webkit-box-shadow: -20px 0px 0px #323232; box-shadow: -20px 0px 0px #323232; width: 427px; background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xlkld1.jpg); border-left: 4px solid #c3c3c3; border-bottom: 4px solid #c3c3c3; margin-bottom: 20px] Jacen Noland Space was warm and calm to him. Jacen sat at the helm of his gummi ship observing only the occasional blips that appeared on the radar. Seeing a rather odd energy signature coming from Twilight Town surprised him immensely. He mashed out his cigarette in his mouth and smiled before exhaling the smoke. Another gummi ship astounded him really, but it was really a grand vast collection of worlds, so it was very likely someone else could be visiting the world. Jacen smiled landing on the roof of a building and exited the ship. He breathed in and exhaled softly, “So…this is Twilight Town eh…” He mused as he looked at his datapad, “Not bad…not bad at all.” Jacen turned and pressed a button on the side of his ship and took a step back. The Honor and Courage began to collapse down into a small cube which then proceeded to flatten into a small rectangle, he picked up the rectangle and placed it within a pocket of his armor. He straightened out his coat and looked over the marketplace observing quietly the clamoring of the people running about trying to buy things and some who seemed more focused on fleeing some grave danger. His eyebrow cocked at this before he leaped over the railing and landed onto the pavement. Promptly dusting himself off he began walking towards the source of the disturbance. Screams of terror alerted him as he found his gaze drawn towards the large mass of shadows. A young boy stood drawing the mighty keyblade, one of a dark metal and elaborate craftsmanship, Jacen nearly burst out in laughter when the young man challenged the Heartless. He shook his head and grasped his sword and slowly drew it out, I almost miss being invisible to the Heartless… He thought and smirked, Well…almost. He glanced at his surroundings trying to gather an accurate reading for what he could use to his advantage. Sure, he had a limited grasp of electricity, with his Sparkstrike and Sweeping Thunder ability, but those were purely limited to his sword, if he lost his sword, he’d be not only defenseless, but forced to rely on his one spell in his repertoire, much to his great distaste. Jacen had no desire to use the Thunder spell, not because it wasn’t powerful, but he personally disliked not having the exhilarating feel of such a powerful element of nature at the command of his fingertips. Silently, he lamented his lack of incentive to train with the Chaser mages, but he shrugged this off and focused immediately on the battle itself. MP; 50/50 tags; Luke Moonshadow notes; Nothing right now Lyrics;

[Chaos]

Chaos smiled to himself. The plan had worked faster then he could have hoped for. He moved through the Heartless striking quick and devastating blows, seemingly killing Heartless left and right. Of course most of them had been trained to return to the darkness rather then let themselves be killed by Chaos.

He moved with speed as he studied those who had gathered. His eyes lingered on a Heartless he had not brought. It seemed familiar, and his mind focused on a memory only minutes old. The creature had bumped into him on the streets when he had been busy losing himself among the streets.

This strange Heartless seemed to be watching.Oh Chaos wished he could break his roll and recruit the creature, force his will to Chaos's purpose. However now was not the time for such. Now was the time to weaken the Light, so as to make sure his tide of destruction would wash over every world.

Just as he commanded, once a keybearer revealed himself much of the Heartless began retreating after giving token resistance. Chaos changed his movements instead to radiate kindness and compassion as well as concern for those who had been hurt. In effect he remembered what it had once been like to be human, and to still have a heart.

[Legion]

Finally. the turmoil had become too much to resist. Legion jumped into the fray, dodging the blows Heartless and fighters threw. Behind him, he heard a boy yell out to the Heartless, threatening them as if they could understand. He laughed. The only Heartless here, that he knew of at least, who could understand what had been said was him, so of course he would have to answer the boy later, just not quite yet. Other people commanded his attention. Smiling and laughing maniacally, he stole a few hearts from the already terrified people. What fun! Each kill lasted only a minute max, such a short time, so Legion made the most of every moment.

The power the hearts provided, the rush of emotions, and the heat of the battle started to get to him, causing him to be more careless and reckless. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a Keyblade, but he ensured himself that he would leave before whoever it was noticed him. This was just too great to pass up.

Heartless began to dwindle in number, courtesy of the damned Keyblade wielder, the dark guy he bumped into in the street, someone who Legion didn't know or care to know, and whatever locals decided to help. He scowled. "No no no, this isn't working for me!" he shouted, sounding more whiny than persistent. He ran off into the shadows, since he found dark places to be easier locations for summoning Heartless, and brought up a small array of the dark beasts. Grinning, he jumped back into the battle, his back to the dark man, which protected him somewhat from the Keybearer. Even in his excited, battle-ready state, the giant key gave him pause. "Having fun yet? I haven't gotten started!" he yelled to whoever would listen.

He brought his three-bladed scythe into the fight, making the blades form an umbrella shape with a few quick, skilled twists of the wrist. He looked up at it happily, proudly. Weapons were made for carnage, exactly what he waned now.

[Sora]

[[before I post, who is visible to Sora? So I know who to have him acknowledge and all that...]]

[Legion]

((Legion made a grand show of himself before hiding behind Chaos, where, he believes, Sora can't see him, despite the scythe he's carrying.))

[Chaos]

(cHAOS IS MAKING A GRAND DISPLAY OF HIMSELF, BUT GIVEN HALF A CHANCE HE WILL TRY TO HIDE LEGION AS WELL, TRY AND KILL TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE.)

[Jacen Noland]

(Jacen sees Sora, but whether Sora sees him or not is entirely up to you.)