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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2015 9:12:07 GMT
"No! No! No! No!"The bifocal wearing teenager screamed in terror as he ran through the empty districts of this new and mysterious "place" (Traverse Town). Darting down a secluded alleyway, Alphonse took a hard right and temporarily juked whatever it was chasing him. Like a torrent of high pressure water spewing from a hose, shadowy gremlins spouted from the dark depths of the alleyway and continue to give everlasting chase. Alphonse did what every horror movie victim did before their gruesome death, he looked back... "Oh hell nah!!!"The teenager bellowed in a high pitched voice as razor sharp claws pointed mere inches away from his sweat drenched face. The frantic youth took another sporadic right and found himself charging directly into a massive complex of complete emptiness (Third District). With no where else to flee, he stood surrounded by the shadowy ghouls—yellow bitty eyes hungrily ripping him apart. Alphonse swallowed the collected spit in the back of his throat and began to look at each and every creature enclosing him from all sides. Hell, he couldn't tell if he was looking at one individual creature or one giant blob of darkness. Either or, it spelled bad news for the youth. "Fuck off!"He displayed cornered confidence as his eyes began to burn with seething rage. He shook both arms before punching his knuckles together—a trademark gesture to summon his weapon of choice. However, the gauntlets never materialized, instead he stood their with now sore knuckles along with a sore head. Alphonse shook his hands due to the pain and continued to carefully watch the looming shadow(s) that threatened to wash over him completely. If only he could summon that mysterious sword again, that'll show these damn beasts a thing or two, right? But what about Shibuya? Mom, dad, and his younger siblings? So many questions, so little time... |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 21, 2015 10:11:03 GMT
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CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON
THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE  And the idiot brigade arrived. Oh well... Time for some serious consequences. He was about ready to dash into the open and attack the swarm of heartless that raged in the courtyard from above, but then there was a shout from the door beyond and Emilio stopped himself cold from moving a muscle out of his well done hiding spot using his illusions. He was pretty sure the heartless could smell him and do it quite well because of his Keyblade, but the illusions he used seemed to confuse them so Emilio continued to cast them when on a heartless mission.
Then the kid ran into the room and Milo couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Who was this kid? Didn't all the residents of Traverse Town know not to go past the doors into the second district? So who was this? What was he doing here? He watched for several moments as the kid pounded his knuckles together as if in an attempt to intimidate the heartless. Ahahah... Intimidate the heartless. Thats a good one. The heartless are way too stupid to be intimidated. But after a couple seconds of nothing happening Milo realized that the kid seemed to be trying to summon something. Very similarly to the way he himself enjoyed summoning his own Keyblade.
Time for a rescue mission he supposed. With that lovely thought a grin crossed his lips and he made his first move. "Hey bobble heads! I know you want some of this! So I'll make it easy for you!" With his words coming out of nowhere he bounded from top the fountain and flipped into the air, landing right in front of the dark skinned kid with a growing smile on his face. "Back off," He said very simply before stretching his hand out in front of him and summoning No Name.
That was when he finally got his chance of a fight. Left, Right, below him, in the ground. flashes of light to stun them and hit after hit. The shadows were many, but that was their only advantage against a Keyblader of Emilio's level. Keeping himself between the kid and the shadows Milo swung his blade with a skill that he called his own. Cool and collected, yet consistently with that infamous grin of his.
When the shadows were gone for the time being, Milo sighed dramatically, tossed his Keyblade into the air, where it literally vanished into thin air, and then he turned his attention back to the kid that he had been rescuing as he brushed the dust off his pants. "Well, what a pain those dumb things are. Always running around messing with the wrong people. You'd think they'd learn already."
With that statement he looked up at the boy and winked. "So. I'm guessing since you are somewhere past the safety of the first district you aren't from around here are you kid? The names Emilio, but you can call me Milo if you want. Where you from?" Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2015 18:20:30 GMT
"Y'all wanna' dance? Then lets dance!"Alphonse taunted one last time with overbearing confidence with his heart threatening to thump out of the protection that would be his rib cage. As the shadow ghouls attacked, the powerless youth put himself into a boxers stance—southpaw, the stance for left handed fighters. He retracted his fist back before unleashing a punch aimed directly for one of the nightmarish creatures. However, before the desperate attack could even be fully realized, an unknown stranger put himself in between Alphonse and the hoard of monsters. "Y-y-yo!"The teenager pedaled backwards a few feet out of shock as he watched this mysterious male face off against the mysterious monster in this equally mysterious place. So unknown. Very mystery. Wow. Then Alphonse saw it, that damn key sword thing. Or at least he thought, same shape, same design more or less, and the same warm light produced upon the initial summon. He fell on his ass as the male began to chop the hoard down to size with grace and well placed attacks. When it was all said and done, the teenager rose to his feet, took off his bifocals, cleaned them, placed them back upon his face, and exhaled a sigh of "screw all this shit"—in that exact order. "I have no idea what you're talking about, dude! "Safety of the first district?" Psh, I've been running for my life ever sin-..."Shibuya! What happened to Shibuya?! "Oi! Shibuya! How do I get back there? I gotta' go back like ASAP!" |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 21, 2015 20:25:15 GMT
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CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON
THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE "I have no idea what you're talking about, dude! "Safety of the first district?" Psh, I've been running for my life ever sin-..." When he cut off Milo tilted his head slightly, waiting for the rest of the response. Then, "Oi! Shibuya! How do I get back there? I gotta' go back like ASAP!"
"Shibuya?" He asked softly to himself. Must be where he was from. How did he end up here? Hmmn... there was something about this kid. Something that tickled his senses. Speaking of tickled senses... Almost like a cruel cue a huge wave of fear and exasperation crashed into him like a hurricane. He flinched slightly and took a step back. Damn emotions. They really sucked. They must be coming from the kid.
He very quickly composed himself, shoving the emotions he felt from the kid away from himself so that he could at least concentrate. It was difficult, as the kid had a strong sense of fear. He had to force himself to ignore the feeling, for he knew it all too well and also knew that the other side loved it. Keep it together Milo. No sense in shifting now when this kid really needs my help.
"Hey Kid, Chilax. If Shibuya is where your from and somehow you found your way into the world of Traverse Town, then I can imagine your world is in some hot water right now. However, freaking out about won't help at all. You need to relax so I can ask you a couple questions."
He wasn't sure if there was much he could do about Shibuya, but there was something about the kid that seemed to interest him. He wasn't sure what it was, but if the kid could answer a couple questions, then perhaps he could figure out how to help him out.
"Lets start with your name kid." He said beckoning him to sit down on the ledge in front of the fountain. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2015 7:28:34 GMT
The initial response of the white haired male weighed heavily on the morale of Alphonse. "Shib--- Fuck it..."Alphonse dropped on his backside and stewed in his own depression for a moment. None of this shit made sense to the fifteen year old! One day he was skating through the hustle and bustle of Tokyo, and the next everything and everyone he knew plummeted into a bottomless pit of darkness... "What the hell is going on..."The sadness began to fester into seething rage and it was apparent in those brown eyes of his. He spat off to the side before springing to his feet like a jack-in-the-box. Adjusted his eye-ware, Alphonse looked the male up and down a few times as he suggested for him to relax and essentially assess the situation as a whole. But screw all that—nothing good comes to those who wait! "Email, was it?"He butchered the hell out of homeboys name. Not on purpose, but out of not really paying attention at that given time. "You obviously can't help me, so sitting by the water ain't gonna' solve a damn thing, get it?!"Alphonse began yelling due to his own frustration and fear. "But the name is, Alphonse Hemingway, 3rd general of Shibuya Doppelgang!"The teenager boasted proudly as he turned away from the white haired male, goals already in place. He took a single step forward—now was the time to walk away like a badass on a mission! He was really feeling it and probably looked like one of those "hotshots" with nothing to lose, the type people see on the big screen. However, mid stride, his leg must have fallen asleep, because Alphonse found himself falling face first into the pavement. "Oi... Maaaaan..."He began soothing his now sore nose by rubbing it due to his own overbearing stupidity. Maybe he should've just answered the questions in hindsight, huh? Man, yolo... |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 22, 2015 8:48:46 GMT
Sadness. A great sadness. On that transformed into a massive sea of rage. Then... nothing. The link was cut off. Finally.
At first, all Emilio could do was wait for the kid to relax. He raised an eyebrow with an amused smile as the boy hoped up to his feet right after sitting down next to him like he was told. And then he couldn't help but snicker at the "nickname" the kid so unknowingly gave to him. Email? huh... That one is new. He thought to himself as the kid continued. And all the while Emilio sat in the same spot he'd placed himself only moments before.
With the suggestion that Emilio himself couldn't help the kid Emilio furrowed his eyebrows in mock confusion. Funny. Wasn't he who had just saved his sorry ass a few moments ago? Oh, not like that was a very difficult thing to do he had to admit, but it wasn't like he went around saving everyone on a daily basis... or maybe he did. Well whatever. It was more like he didn't go around making a fool of himself by telling his own savior he wasn't worth anything.
But if it was out of spite or simply just to see what happened next Emilio didn't say a word and only watched as the kid made a bigger and bigger fool of himself. It wasn't like there was much for him to say. Kid must be scared out of his mind. I can't blame him at all. Although... This would merely amuse the Master... and the Darkside. The Darkside referring to himself when he was a victim of the darkness. And the Master referring to that of his former mentor.
He watched as Alphonse... Was that his name? Part of what gang? Anyway, he watched as Alphonse tripped over his own pride and fell cleanly on his nose. Emilio couldn't stop the short laugh that had the opportunity to escape his lips. But he cut it off as soon as it started and lifted his hand over his mouth in an attempt to hide his amused smile.
"Oh sure..." He said with a chuckle. "I get it. I totally get it. Guy appears out of no where and whips some serious ass. He can't help me. Of course not. That would be absurd." Then he stood up and walked over to Alphonse.
"Look. Its scary. I know it is. To find yourself in a strange place, with strange creatures trying to kill you, with the memory of your entire world falling into blackness. I totally get it. But right now. Whether you want to believe it or not, I am your only bet of getting out of here and getting back to your own world if possible."
As he spoke he lowered his hand in an attempt to offer him a way of standing back up.
| CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST, DON'T YOU CRY NO MORE.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2015 10:36:43 GMT
"So you're asking me to put my faith in you, huh, dude?"Alphonse slapped the extended hand away and sprung back on his feet with his own strength. Why was this dude being so nice to him? Sure, saving a random person from a force they cant fight against is one thing. But to go out of your own way to help a person get back to their own "world"? That goes beyond a simple kind gesture, and it was in Alphonse's nature to question it fully. All and all, he didn't trust this Emilio guy one single bit. Truth be told, it was probably that rebellious nature of his that drove him to such a hasty conclusion, that in his "survival instinct". "Get the hell outta' here, Emailo. You already saved me once, good looking out, homeslice. But I ain't about to put my faith in your hands."The frustrated teenager found himself pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head while releasing sighs of displeasure. "I just wanna' scream. Climb the highest building, tallest mountain, slay the mightiest of beasts. Then just scream! Shibuya, my home... I know everyone is alright. Mom, dad, and my baby sisters. Doppelgang got my back and as the 3rd general I needa' act like it!"He spoke loud enough for Emilio to hear, but in reality, Alphonse was giving himself a much needed pep talk, especially with the ending bit. "Shibuya is my destination, ya' hear that Elmo? So any information you can give me on how to leave this place and get back their would be just dandy."Alphonse folded his arms up against his chest, "weak ass sword-key-thing. straight up, i bet that thing is the reason i'm in this situation right now..." He whispered, kicking a pebble to vent the swelling anger and frustration on something, anything. Take that pebble, ya' asshole. |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 22, 2015 18:44:20 GMT
At the slap of his hand away, Emilio almost punched him. He could even feel the darkness shift inside of him but he steadied his hand, almost bit his tongue and Even raised his hands up in defeat for the sake of show. Why hadn't he just punched the kid in the nose? Well, the main reason was because if he had, his darkness would surely have taken over. And that was not only an issue for the kid, but an issue for several other worlds. This was not the only world he had terrorized as a kid. Certainly not.
The other reason was because he wasn't a fist fighter. Didn't have the build for it. He was a Keyblader. Sadly, unlike some of his classmates, he didn't have a big build. He was meant to be a trickster and a battler of wits. Course, if the kid DID try to punch him back he could simply use his illusions to save himself. But what would bunching him do? He didn't want Emalio or Elmo's help. Then he certainly didn't need Emilio's help.
Oh he totally understood what the kid was going through. If someone tried to save him in a similar instance he probably would have hated them. Both out of frustration at himself for not being strong enough to finish the battle, and anger at the other for thinking he couldn't do it himself. But still. He couldn't help someone who didn't want it.
"Shibuya is my destination, ya' hear that Elmo? So any information you can give me on how to leave this place and get back their would be just dandy."
Having stepped back to go behind the fountain and grab his staff while Alphonse was pep-talking himself, Emilio peeked from around the corner and chuckled.
"Ohkay so you don't want my help finding your world, but you want me to give you all the information I know on how to get out of here. Well I know two ways. One is quicker. and the other one may take some time."
He came out from behind the fountain with his staff and spun it as he did. "But you don't want my help, so why should I tell you what I know about how to get off the world? And even if I did tell, you wouldn't like either idea I'm pretty sure."
Then he jumped into the air and began to float there just above the ground. "Of course, if you do decide that you need my help, then I would be happy to assist you in anything you might need. However, I'll give you one little secret. You're going to need a Keyblade to save your world. Just saying."
With that he began to float away. | CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST, DON'T YOU CRY NO MORE.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2015 7:43:09 GMT
There was nothing Emilio could have said that had just the right amount of hope to pierce that looming cloud of dread and helplessness in the thumping heart of Alphonse. The kid was feeling it all, sadness, anger, and anxiety. But he wasn't the type to show it in the typical "oh woe is me" sense. Alphonse opted to act a complete fool to hide his pain, and a fool he would act. So when Emilio gave the teenager his options, the bushy right eyebrow of the lost teenager flinched in mild annoyance. "If one way is quicker than the other, then why even mention the longer route? C'mon, son!"He rose his knuckles to the side of his head and knocked on his skull a few times in a taunting manner—hello, anyone home?! Alphonse spat off to the side and shook his head as Emilio continued talking. A whole lotta' words but nothing remotely close on how Alphonse can get back to Shibuya."Today, princess..."He continued to taunt with a "smart alec" facade. Alphonse already accepted the fact the only lead he had was the very guy before him. But it wasn't in his nature to openly accept any situation where Alphonse couldn't get himself out with his own intellect or muscle alone. But deep down—deep deep deep deep deep down. He wanted the assistance, if only a little. The youth reeled back slightly at the mention of something called the Keyblade. His train of thought derailed and he found himself reliving the near past, the past in which he held a key-esque sword. As he came back to reality, the male was floating off on a staff. Alphonse shook his head and called out to the floating male—dude was probably a wizard. "Oi, wicked witch of the west! Hold on... You mentioned something called the Keyblade, I'm guessing it's the same thing you used to beat those shadowy freaks, huh? Well..."He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. ""Maaaaaan, look. Back in Shibuya... Something similar to what you used appeared in my hands. I used it to draw those freaks away from my family. But I ain't seen it ever since I ended up here." |
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 23, 2015 19:06:17 GMT
"Oi! Wicked Witch of the West!" And there was the desperation talking, like he knew it would. This kid needed help, and Milo intended to help him, But the way he had acted earlier just proved that drastic measures would have to be used to do so. It was fine with Milo. Really. He didn't mind helping the kid out. It would get him on a mission that wasn't just wacking the heads off Heartless and Nobodies. Was dumb really. He was so much more talented at the key blade then that.
But when the Keyblade was mentioned he stopped mid-flight and his entire attention was turned back onto the kid. He even slapped his palm against his own forehead in a "duh" fashion. Of course! Its the Keyblade! Thats why he seems so strange. Thats why this is so important for me to be here. Oh Thanks Destiny... what are you trying to say huh?
Emilio took a deep breath and floated back to the ground. "Ah... So it was the Keyblade that I sensed. This changes everything for you, unfortunately or fortunately for you. Your going to have to come with me whether you like it or not."
With that thought Emilio landed next to the boy and summoned a Corridor of Darkness. It wasn't one of his powers. This was the ability of the Staff he held itself. This staff was his only form of transportation, and it would always be. Whether he liked it or not. It was useful.
"You better grab onto the staff and don't let go as we go through this portal. Its imperative that you don't let go of the staff. This Portal is going to take us to a different world alright?"
(Without the permission of the kid Emilio would grabbed his hand and place it on the staff if he succeeded. Then all at once he would pull the staff and Alphonse into the swirling darkness. There would be no turning back.) | CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST, DON'T YOU CRY NO MORE.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2015 8:08:36 GMT
"Come with you?! Am I really about to get abducted?! Oh hell nah!"Alphonse reeled back a few feet and got into a southpaw boxing stance, a slight bounce of confidence as Emilio floated within range. Emilio obviously knew more than Alphonse could even imagine, but homeboy really did need to work on his word choice. Regardless of if Alphonse knew the male meant harm or not, that rebellious trait of his wouldn't allow himself to follow this strange so blindly—maybe if he would have asked nicely, who knows. Once Emilio landed beside the ready to brawl teenager, a spiraling door of darkness appeared from the ground. Sweat trickled down the side of Alphonse's head as he unknowingly found himself shaking to the core. Fear was one thing, but this shit; this shit right here... Next level! This man was no witch, he was a devil spawn! Ain't no one got time for this. G2G! The teenager faced the opposite direction and booked it down the street and he didn't even look back! ...Or so he wanted too, at least. His body wouldn't respond to even the most simplest command. So there he stood, frozen in time and on the verge of pissing his trousers. "W-what?!"He needed Emilio to repeat those instructions again—Alphonse couldn't hear a damn thing past his thumping heart. But no, instead of repeating, the hell spawn grabbed him and tugged him within the swirling darkness, and there wasn't a damn thing the terrified teen could do about it. "Yooooooo, maaaaaan! I swear to god I taste like wasabi, dude! You ever taste raw wasabi? Tastes like bitter ass!"He pleaded. |
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