[MISSION] Mark of Mastery

LIGHT ♕ DARK

The day had been a long day of constant searching. He'd barely eaten, barely slept, barely even spoken since his friend Mikhail had gone missing. Sometime last week he'd found out from some of the masters that Mikhail couldn't be found and that he'd gone MIA. After the Cannibal attack on him Emilio had gone to visit him in Radiant Gardens to check on him. And the day before he was supposed to come back to the Land of Departure he'd gone missing. 

Emilio had been distraught and had requested permission to search for him. But there had so far been no luck. Stumbling into his room for the night because he had run out of whatever supplies it was he had brought, Emilio wondered over to his bed and dropped his light pack at his bed side. 

As he collapsed onto his bed he noticed something sitting on his pillow just above his head. Reaching up he grabbed the envelope and opened it in his laying down position. Halfway through reading the note Emilio sat up in slight shock. A Mark of Mastery test? Now? What made them think he was even ready for one of those?

His eyes fell onto that of his pillow. He was exhausted, but if he fell asleep here he would be thrusted into the MOM Exam. No one ever really knew what they would get for a MOM scenario. It was different every time. He was afraid... What if his darkness interfered? What if he failed it? Well... Then he could probably practice more and retake the test. 

After a few moments he sighed, setting the note and envelope on the table. Guess he better check it out. It wasn't like he wasn't used to people going into his dreams when he was utterly exhausted. His Dark Master did it all the time just to torment him. 

So laying down onto his pillow it only took a few short seconds for his body to give into the need for sleep. He didn't even bother to turn out the light or get under the unmade covers. Just fell deep deep deep into the darkness. 

LIGHT ♕ DARK

Emilio's first reaction was of fright. The falling sensation did not feel good. He even screamed. The memory of the labyrinth, maze coming back to him. He was going to die. This time. This time he wouldn't be able to save himself, and Mikhail wasn't here to do so either. He searched at his belt for his staff, but it was no where to be found. A large wave of despair hit him before he decided that his "Masters" wouldn't put him in a situation where he would die instantly, like falling off a cliff. Then again, He and Mikhail were sent to the Labyrinth. Emilio automatically thought that was a pretty dumb move on their part. The pure darkness around him didn't do anything to help his nerves, in fact it made them worse. 

But the longer he fell, the more and more settled he got. Comfort was certainly not the right word. He would never be comfortable while falling again. That world was so bad that he now had the habit of checking every door to make sure he wasn't going to fall down some dark hole. His nerves settled a bit more as random creatures started to fly past him. Most of them didn't even give him the time of day. But every no and again there were a few that noticed him and would come near him with a hostile appearance. He attacked them. Not at all knowing what they were and how exactly to fight them. He was relieved to see that even though he was without his flight staff, he did have his Keyblade.

After the Labyrinth mission both he and Mikhail had gotten new keychains. His had become that of a dead dragon-like key, mainly black color schemed with glowing icy blue trimming. He didn't like the key as much as No Name. The one he grew up using. But he decided that trying it out and getting used to it was necessary. Using it on this mission would be a good challenge for him. 

Each swing with his new blade was strange, but missing any opportunity to use it was not an option. Taking out the dream eaters who attacked him was child's play compared to what he knew was probably going to come in the next couple of hours. 

When the world came into view he had very little time to look it over. His complete focus was on the large bee-like creature that was blocking his path. With a snarl he flipped Fatal Crest in his fingers and made a dive straight for the queen. She was his main target. Once she was dead then all the littler butterfly bee things would die before his keyblade. He went for a rushed stab, aiming for the nightmare's head.

LIGHT ♕ DARK

There was no denying it. His strike had only served to make the dream bug angry. There was obviously no turning back now as the smaller versions of herself began to attack him. There would be no sense in him trying to take them all out before the Queen. There was way too many of them, and they overwhelmed him with their many attacks. He was already beginning to weaken from killing off so many and the constant stinging on his skin was not pleasant. 

It was time for him to use his abilities or this wasn't going to end well for him. Forming a picture of himself where he was fighting he wrapped his own body in a blanket of darkness and blended into the darkness around him. Just to get himself out of the middle of the swarm. As he appeared again outside of the attack he saw the Queen coming right at him. It had almost been too late as he barely had time to swing up his keyblade and block the spinner from getting any closer. He roared as he strained to keep the Buzzerfly back, glowing sparks flickered from where contact was made. 

He needed to get out of this lock. So in order to get free he used the spinning of the Buzzerfly to push himself away, the momentum launching him backwards.