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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2015 1:32:08 GMT
Jormungand stepped out into the Second District, hands in his pockets and doing his best to look like a delinquent; anyone who did notice him would just turn the other way rather than risk a shiv in the kidney. Looking around, he saw that the shops were open, doors wide, letting light poor into the dark streets. Not that he needed anything. He was mostly here for Kicks.
Kicks was a tramp who lived in an alley around the corner ahead; he worked with the city's underside, passing info on safe spots to spend the night to the homeless, while garnering trust amongst the town guard by telling him where the particularly violent people were planning to stay. Jorm didn't blame him for working the system. Normally he'd ignore him in favor of the bigger threats; the guards themselves, but tonight wasn't business.
Kicks had told the guards where to find Jorm's latest bolt-hole in District 2; he'd entrusted Kicks to spread the info to the homeless; they were the victoms of the system, so Jorm would take them in. Not that he really cared about them anymore; no heart, after all. But they could be turned, trained to be soldiers, and in a pinch he could always let the shadows have them, and then he'd have more shadows to work with. Problem was, that didn't work if THE DAMN GUARDS SHOW UP.
So Jorm was here to teach Kicks a lesson he wouldn't forget. Not that he'd have time to. Problem was, with the shops in full swing, there was a big bustling crowd between him and the alley he was headed for, and looking like trouble would only get him so far.
"I hope I don't have to knock over anyone who'd make a scene..."
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Post by Cory Kinsley on Apr 8, 2015 10:51:55 GMT
It didn't feel right to claim night had descended on Traverse Town as the entire world seemed covered in perpetual darkness. Cory had come to Traverse Town for one reason and it wasn't to argue about the lack of sunlight. No. Cory had come to Traverse Town because he heard rumors of Heartless somehow organizing strikes against the town. Normally Heartless attacked anything that moved, but it seemed that for some reason these Heartless were only attacking guards or people with some semblance of authority. They completely bypassed regular citizens unless the citizen got in their way.
Cory hadn't gotten much help from anyone in the first district, something that annoyed him to no end. Everyone was either too afraid to talk about the monsters or hadn't been out of the district since arriving here. So Cory had to make his way into a different area of the world. Second District, Heartless roamed the pavilion in second district often, even the hotel wasn't safe from them. Here he should find the answers he sought.
He seemed in luck when he spotted a young man walking around as well. "Excuse me." He called out to the man. "Do you have a moment to chat? I have some questions."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2015 14:08:56 GMT
Jorm heard someone call out to him. For a moment, Jorm considered ignoring the person; he certainly wouldn't feel bad about later. But then the man explained he had questions. Jorm stopped and turned to face the man. He didn't look like a guard...interesting. "...yeah? Who're you, asking questions to random people?"Jorm considered attacking, just to be safe, but figured he was better off not blowing his identity. Looks like Kicks was going to have to wait, just a bit. That disappointed him. He was still getting used to the idea that, even as a heartless, he could be disapointed. Weren't all emotions supposed to come from the heart? Jorm figured that darkness had it's own emotions, but he was hardly an expert on the subject. Back on point. The man's hair was very...striking? It definitely set him apart from the crowd, along with his glasses. How did he carry himself? With purpose, yes...but was he on edge, ready to fight? No, but he did look somewhat annoyed himself. Jorm took pleasure in the thought that at least he wasn't the only one having a bad day. Jorm suddenly realized what was off about the man: he was probably a traveler from another world. "Are you from another world, or something? Damnit, better not be a screwball tourist wasting my time..." Jorm commented, not caring if he offended the man or not. He stayed, though, hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders slumped, affecting an air of petulant impatience. Jorm wondered to himself if he was really 'pretending' to be a delinquent; after all, he lived on the streets, and he didn't respect, or even trust, the people in charge...but he really didn't have a good grasp of what the word meant. He just knew that's what the guards had called people who acted that way. tags: Cory Kinsley |
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Post by Cory Kinsley on Apr 11, 2015 8:00:16 GMT
"Wow, however did you guess I wasn't from around here?" Cory asked dryly. "My name is Cory, I'm a keyblade wielder." Cory responded to the man. "An apprentice on Land of Departure actually. I'm here looking into the heartless problem on this world." He sighed. It was the same spiel he had given in First District and they didn't care. "As for why I'm asking you, well I have asked literally everyone in First District and no one would or could answer me my questions. I hoped maybe someone who lived in the danger zone would be more helpful."
Cory felt like he wasn't going to get a straight answer from this guy. He looked like someone who would resist talking about the subject for a while before taking off without giving any answers. "The only thing I want to know is when the heartless attacks seemed to get more aggressive." It was out there. Cory just had to wait for a response. "And if you could tell me where they seem to be coming that would be helpful too."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2015 13:34:51 GMT
we must be K I L L E R S CHILDREN OF THE WILD ONES Jorm felt his non-heart skip a beat as the man explained he was a Keyblade wielder. An Apprentice? Jormungand did his best to hide the shock before it got to his face. He started looking for a way out of this conversation. He knew he should have just ignored the man.
But then 'Cory' said he was looking into the local heartless. Did he not know Jormungand was one? Well, it's not like he had a brand...He could use this.
Jormungand made a dismissive gesture as the man answered Jorm's earlier question about why ask him."Heartless? Yeah, they've been trouble here for as long as I've been alive. What do you plan to do about it? You're not the first keyblade weilder to try, you know..."
Jormungand stood up straighter, but crossed his arms; he was interested in the conversation, but wasn't ready to be helpful yet. "When they got more aggresive...pfft. You mean when they started attacking people who authorities actually care about..."
Jorm wondered what false information he should give this man...would he set him on a merry goose chase? Or perhaps he'd tell him the truth? Send him strait into one of his biggest nests, and set the trap? There were so many options here... WHERE WE GOT LEFT TO R U N ? |
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Post by Cory Kinsley on Apr 12, 2015 6:37:55 GMT
The expression on Cory's face was one of intrigue. He was curious about this young man. "Are you saying there have been attacks that were not mentioned in the report we received?" Cory questioned. All of the worlds send reports to Land of Departure with information on attacks by heartless. If the attacks grew to be too much then a keyblade wielder would be dispatched to help deal with the threat. The same went for nobodies, unversed, and dream eaters. Up until now it had been a simple process, and this wasn't the first time Cory had been sent out to deal with threats such as this.
"So um... I'm sorry, I don't believe I've gotten your name yet." Cory realized. "I am wondering if you could inform me of any prior attacks that the authorities may not have included in their report. Any new information would be greatly appreciated and could help deal with this threat." The apprentice was curious about what kind of information this person had. Cory leaned back against the wall he was standing near.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2015 21:17:02 GMT
we must be K I L L E R S CHILDREN OF THE WILD ONES Jorm shrugged, his arms still folded. "I don't know what your reports covered, but I know that significant portions of the 2nd and 3rd District have always been dangerous. I grew up on the streets; orphans and vagabonds vanish all the time." Jorm walked over to a nearby empty bench, and sat. In an impulse, he splayed his arms across the bench's back, and cross his legs so there wasn't any easy way for Cory to sit next to him.
Should he give his real name? Why not, he was pretending to be a civilian anyway."Name's Jormungand." Jorm tilted his head as if remembering. Truthful trap? Yes, that would keep his cover best.
"Let me see...for most of my life the heartless have been dangerous for someone on the streets. They're like animals; moving around randomly, only really attacking if you got too close to one of their nests." Jorm kept up the ruse that he was thinking back, tilting his head the other direction, and squinting a bit.
"Then...2 years ago? It was something like that. 2 years ago, it was like they finally grew brains. They started grouping up in abandoned buildings. Places where street-people would usually hide. They'd still attack if you messed with them, but they became...less active, I guess? You could walk past their building and not be attacked unless you tried to get in. And they'd give up the chase a lot sooner. No idea why, but like I said, it made living on the streets a lot easier than before.
But they didn't leave everyone alone. Now they attack guards, district officials, any authorities. I hear they've even tried to hit 1st District, which has usually been safer." Jorm smiled as he thought of some of those attacks. They had been fun. "I won't lie: I find it frickin' hilarious that they call for you now that they're in trouble, when the people who have it rough are finally getting a breather. If you figure out what caused the shift, do me a favor and leave it? Kill them off where you can, of course, but I much prefer these heartless to the old ones."
Jorm wondered if he was being to open about his feelings about the authorities and the way of things. But he had already made his opinion clear, there was no point in hiding it. He just had to make sure he didn't let his true allegiances slip. WHERE WE GOT LEFT TO R U N ? |
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