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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 13:33:25 GMT -5
Hot winds blew across the cracked and broken landscape that made up the Keyblade Graveyard. Or The Badlands if you felt like being especially menacing, but, honestly…isn’t ‘Keyblade Graveyard’ enough? Ho boy. You know, it really doesn’t take much to chill you to the bone once you visit the place. Despite the sweltering heat, you’d expect to be reaching for the lemonade and port-o-fan real quick. But, there was a chill in the air. A haunting chill, an foul wind blowing – the kind that only ever radiates in accursed places. A sad history surrounded this place. An old history that burdens the heart of anyone that enters the place. Long ago, these keyblades use to be bound to the hearts of noble users. Powerful warriors that wielded them in battle against one another. Now, it’s nothing more than a testament to war’s terrible effects. It’s undoubted that time will repeat itself again and again. But, for some, the rare few…despite the sadness that radiates within their strong hearts, they still look to this place as a source of inspiration. For example: one would have to consider Oswald. He has been around since his world was fresh. Oswald has seen things change like no other. Yet, for the longest time, the concept of fighting…war…it was all a distant, playful nothing to him. A jig of silly people in uniforms with fancy weapons duking it out against eachother. The most he’d ever gotten involved in was a little fisty-cuff scuffle or hunting down a lion. Yet, knowing the darkness that would soon descend upon all worlds, Oswald was no longer complacent in letting others take the lead. He’d sit back for too long. His boys were growing up – and while he loved his dear kitty-cat, he had to step back for a while and look at himself. He should’ve taken the reins from the very start. Been more proactive, instead of just a smart guy standing in the background doing his own thing. But, there was a catch. Oswald wasn’t that much of a fighter. Fix stuff? Sure! Help people get into the fight? Right attem! But actually do it himself? He’d found ways to defend himself, but never fight up close with one of those dark creatures. Sitting there, as dexterously as can be upon the crossbars of a particularly large keyblade, he looked out from atop his little dirtmound at all the destruction, a discordant little smile upon his features as the out of place rabbit simply took in his surroundings, humming a little ditty to himself. “Gee… These things sure look heavy. Think the heart really makes them lighter…?”
He mused to himself, kicking his legs lightly as he looked upon The Badlands. Someone was out there. Probably. Oswald couldn't imagine plenty of folks would visit a place like this looking for a fight, so he felt a bit at ease. It was too sad. Why would anyone bother fighting here? It's like there was a fighting overload. And it really left some nasty effects on the land around them. That was the question, wasn't it...? Was this world always like this?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 14:10:56 GMT -5
Vani was certainly having an odd few days. It had all starting with her run in with a few shadow like fiends with glowing yellow eyes. She had simply started to travel toward Cornelia when their transport ran into them. Of course she volunteered to handle them. That's when she had woken to a different day in a different world. One moment it was raining midday. The next it was sunny, not a cloud in view that morning. The time change in itself was odd. She would have sworn that she was dreaming had she not run into her old friend. The Warrior of Light had explained a bit of what had happened, but she was still filling in the blanks.
The two had split off to see if they could locate the other two warriors and meet back with the whole group. This couldn't be the fault of some lowly shadows attempting to steal hearts. This had to be related to Garland one way or another. There was probably some sort of time loop that had spared his ultimate fate. But for now, she would have to manage the current situation.
That being her transportation to this wasteland of a world. There must have been quite a magnificent battle waged here by the turmoil and destruction. The place was deathly silent and the weapons of the warriors all that were left in their wake. No soul left alive. It was terrible. This was the fate that her and her three companions had halted on her own planet. They had kept it safe from the evil that the world had been gripped into. This world was not so lucky. The red head pulled her hood back to reveal her soft features as she approached the first set of keyblades that she had encountered. The woman tilted her head curiously as she crouched a bit nearby to run her hand up the cold steel. "Curious shape. How is that even an efficient weapon? It doesn't seem sharp enough." She questioned before she stood back up without much effort. She dared not disturb the quite literal graveyard. It was out of respect. The dead deserved to rest.
The woman let her eyes coast over the landscape, keys the size of blades as far as she could see. Though, the most interesting part was the fact the sun was high and at it's peak and it hadn't seemed to move much since her arrival. It was rather warm as well, but she feared it best to keep her cloak on in case. The last thing she needed to do was struggle to get it back on if a sandstorm decided to start up. Suffocating in sand was not a fate she'd like to experience in her lifetime. So, she continued to trek on, even though the planet seemed devoid of life all together. She was unaware that on the small plateau nearby was a talking rabbit. It would be a shame if she mistook him for a heartless or fiend.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 14:25:31 GMT -5
Well, when he felt someone close up, this certainly wasn’t what he expected. Oswald was expecting a happy little denizen to show up! Maybe this ominous graveyard had strange attendants, or a keyhole shaped undertaker to at least complete this world’s theme. But at least this keeps things fresh! The stranger struck Oswald as odd…he’d never seen someone like him before. Judging by her odd attire, she was from one of those worlds he’d recently visited. They all had rather fantastically tall locals with plenty of strange getups, and her getup was as strange as it gets. He was starting to think he might want to suit up like the King did, he was starting to feel a little bit undergeared with nothing but a pair of shorts on to keep him company. But they were comfy! Ortensia made them and – well – you really can’t say no to the missus.
Still, watching this strange move right over, there was a certain amount of trepidation mixed with curiousity. But that trepidation was soon eaten up. He was SO glad just to meet someone out there! The opportunity to learn from and understand a brand new personality! Get in the know with some stranger he met in a creepy graveyard full of queer swords. He was really getting into this. It almost made the sadness and the horror of the place just fade away. A world consumed by war…yet it felt like an eerie little meeting ground now. Long ears stood straight, snapping to attention and wobbling gently as they picked up their sound, eyes set upon them as he wasted no time before getting up and hopping from one key to another. Now , of course, a logical person might see a complete stranger in a field of sword-y graves and decide that perhaps discretion is the better part of valor! Unfortunately, valorous wasn’t exactly a proper adjective for Oswald, he was terrible at being subtle. So, fighting through the sand and the heat, he hopped away towards the stranger with brilliant dexterity, hopping from one keyblade to the other and – just his luck – never tripping a single time!
There was no mistaking it, she was being sneaky! Or at least taking it slow. Was she afraid? Well, he was certainly no gentleman if he let a young lady make her way through this gritty little place without an escort. At the very least, she’d be providing him with company! Oh, who was he kidding? Girls he met these days would beat him up in an instant if they wanted to…they were almost as undefeatable as his wife. “Alee-yooop!” He hooted aloud, vaulting over the final blade and landing right in front of Vani, Oswald’s powerful ears shooting out and somehow – amazingly – catching him right as he landed. Holding firm against the grips of two separate blades, the rabbit now posed about twenty feet before her, hanging upside down and waving enthusiastically. “Hey-o, ma’am. Out for a stroll? You sure choose a creepy place to take a walk. This sure ain’t no seaside jog.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 14:48:24 GMT -5
Vani did not expect anything or anyone to be here. The scenery only showed hints at it being desolate. Why would she think otherwise? Normally she would be able to read the terrain and decide if there was something coming. This was not the case right now. That might be because the being that was fast approaching her was not of this world. Maybe the world was not quite sure how to respond to his presence, unlike her world. Her world sensed the slightest shift in malicious intent and summoned her and her friends to rid the world of the evil. This world, so plagued with death and destruction. It's defenses must have been low as it was trying to regain it's strength, from however long ago this great battle took place.
The movement caught her eye before she heard any sort of sound. The woman was a warrior of light, not a typical damsel in distress. She had been trained to protect herself and she would do her best to make it out unscathed. Vani halted immediately and pulled her masamune from it's hilt with her right hand, holding it backward to be able to block any incoming attack with the full length of the blade against her forearm. The thief had to compensate for her lack of strength with her stealth and agility. This was one such situation.
The red head took a few steps back, crimson eyes falling on the comedic looking cartoon mouse that had come barreling at her from somewhere. To be honest, she had no idea where he had come from as there was a section of standing keyblades in his path. Had he run across them? There was no possible way that he had done that without disturbing them or making any noise. Though, had she known anything about cartoons, she would have surely heard the sound effects whether or not they had truly been there or if they were imagined. Now, the long eared mouse was hanging upside down and waving at her from between two keyblades. Was this a heartless? No, it lacked any emblem nor did it have glowing yellow eyes. Plus, it was speaking. To her?
What was with his speech and dialect? His eyes seemed empty without any color. He had no shirt and only wore these oddly bright blue pants. He did not seem anatomically correct. Was he a fiend? Well, fiends did not normally speak. This was very odd and she was not quite sure how to handle it. Her eyes glanced briefly behind her to make sure no one else was there and that this creature was actually addressing her. Her sword still defensively in her hand as she gestured to herself with her left hand, as if asking 'Me?'. Honestly, she wished Zest was here. He would know how to handle this child's drawing.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 15:55:53 GMT -5
Of course, he probably should’ve thought of that. It wasn’t nice to leap out at women out of nowhere. They tended to overreact. He knew what a couple of handbags and solid steel morningstars to the face felt like after a nasty surprise like that, I’ll tell ya that one. His doe hunting days may have been in the past, but a few moves are important to keep in mind. Common ettiquite and standards. Plus the gal had a heck of a weapon with her. Staring right down at it practically cut him, yowch. He probably needed a bandaid just for peeping at the thing. Still, he was quick to raise his hands up in defence, those thick digits waving as he would try to mesmerise her with friendly gestures and jazz hands.
In all honesty, he wasn't THAT afraid of being cut by that thing. Probably most clear by the way he pointed right towards her once he was sure he’d made his unarmed state quite clear, his eyes simultaneously widening and pupils growing almost cartoonishly. He didn't wanna have to glue himself back together.
“Hey, hey! That’s no way to greet a buddy, no way to greet a pal! I come in peace, ma’am, that’s a guarantee. The name’s Oswald – and you sure can trust me.” Oh, it was hard to get the old musical spirit out of your blood! It was all the rage back in the day – everyone was bursting into song for absolutely no reason! Usually some ditty about who they were. It was like a business card but way more flashy … and they really loved to look out into the distance while they did it.
“Look, look, I’m completely unarmed – nothing up my sleeve.” He slid his fingers between the folds of his wrist and seemed to reach in there, stretching his body as if he were wearing a costume. Though looking down those ‘sleeves’ would just produce a vision of more blackness…and some lost change.
“And I’m not one of those goons! Betcha that’s got you all right up. No problemo no-way no-how. I swear on the sweet ol’ cheeks of all four hundred of my kids – I’m not here to harm a pretty red hair on your head. By the by…”
He was sure to tilt his head whilst speaking, defying gravity as he comfortably pressed his palms together and pressed the back of his hand against his cheeks, putting on the old innocent look.
He flipped – literally! Tossing himself upwards with the strength of his ears alone, Oswald was sure to strike a pose with his chest pushed upwards and his arms splayed, grin as wide as can be, before practically sliding into a straight stand ,hands upon his waist. “No need for the silent treatment, I’m not gonna bite. I was sightseeing, honest. I mean, this place isn’t exactly what I’d call a five star resort, but it’s got a long history to it…and I guess I kinda came here to get inspired.” He leaned forward, tapping one of the keyblades upon it’s spiky bit and recoiling immediately, waving his finger.
“I’m not gonna become a hero anytime soon, but I am gonna teach myself to help others out the hard way.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 8:30:21 GMT -5
Thief was extremely bewitched by the creature in front of her. It's fingers were even odd. The way he wiggled them as he dangled hap-hazardously upside down. What was truly wrong with this long eared mouse before her. At least, it seemed to be a mouse. Right? She hadn't the foggiest idea. All she could do was watch the creature with extreme caution and see where it lead them. It even talked so strangely and repeated itself while rephrasing what it just said. So, she spoke up with a tilt of her head. "I have come to learn that those who state they are trustworthy are quite the opposite..." She explained, blade still in hand. But, she had relaxed her stance ever so slightly. "Vani..." She greeted with her own name.
Her crimson eyes stayed locked as he made some normally comedic actions. Though, to the thief, she was more baffled at how he was doing what he was doing. The creature had reached his oddly shaped hand with the unusual amount of digits to it's own wrist, pulling at the skin as if it were a piece of clothing. The only thing falling out was some loose change. What was this thing? The bewilderment showing very obviously on her soft face. The only good thing on the mouse's side was that she wouldn't attack anyone unarmed unless they were still an immediate threat.
It continued to speak. It gave her knowledge that it had four hundred children and spoke very oddly. It made strange flips that defied gravity and called itself Oswald. She could hardly believe there was one of these things. Now there were hundreds!? "What are you? You speak so peculiarly...you are unlike any mouse I have seen before..." Plus, what was a 'five start resort'. Though, it seemed to have some sort of knowledge of this place.
"Do you know where we are.....Oswald?" The name sounded so weird being spoken. Like the syllables were now meant to go together. "Odd name to go with an odd mouse....That is the only fitting thing so far..." She had absolutely no idea that she was going to offend the creature. She was never one for the talking. She usually ended up being a bit too blunt and audacious at times. It is why her and Red Mage partnered up so well. Warrior was usually pretty good at getting his point across. But, red made could certainly smooth things over. "You are a bit small to be a hero... you also would need to carry a weapon for protection.... Vani lowered her sword to her side, standing normally again. Though, she did not sheath it. She needed to know more before blindly trusting this.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 10:24:20 GMT -5
“Didya, now? That’s real backwards backwards thinking! Besides, I think I have an honest face.” Oswald was sure to chirp, not shy in the slightest about showing off his winning smile, reaching up to grasp the tips of his ears and tug on them just a little bit, looking across at her. “Oop, Vani is it? Nice name, real easy to remember.” He was sure to point out, doing his best to engage in a combination of small talk and ice-breaking. And boy, she was a glacier that just needed a good picking. There was no way he was going to get through to her without a little bit of work. At this point, he’d relaxed his posture a little in order to not seem too freaked out by her. He figured that looking afraid might make him also look guilty at this point, so perhaps discretion was for the best. Well, at least she wasn’t attacking him yet. He was sure to get firmly planted on his feet before advancing upon her – not much! Just a few steps closer, as to make sure there was a personable amount of space, enough so things didn’t feel too on guard.
Well, until she called him at mouse at least! That really ground his gears. He wasn’t typically the sort to get angry, but for the moment he seemed to huff, frowning noticeably and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Hey! I’m no mouse, I’m a rabbit! Oswald, the Lucky Rabbit. I mean, well, you don’t know who I am – I’m real surprised about that by the way – and it’s fine if you aren’t used to fellas like me…but don’t go around calling me a mouse!” He tapped a foot, looking quite miffed by his current predicament – one could almost see him starting to turn green with envy.
“I’m a cut above that silly mouse anyway…better looking, better at travelling and I look way better with a crown. But that’s neither here nor there!” He turned briefly as she asked him where they were, taking in their surroundings before he would scratch the back of his head. “Well, Vani, apparently this place is what’s left of a biiiig battle that happened between a bunch of tough guys with keyblades. So, yeah…it ain’t a fun place, they call it the Keyblade Graveyard. I heard you could still feel the rage of the battle that took place here – real spooky stuff, if you know what I’m getting at, right?” He bounced as he turned right back to her, chest already puffed up as he knew this question would come in time, a little ‘hah’ leaving his lips as the rabbit reached into his shorts and pulled out what seemed to be a large brick-shaped grey remote, simply pressing it’s button once and watching as it’s ball-tipped crooked antennae seemed to release a burst of shimmering electricity, snapping against the air as a large wrench seemed to form out of nowhere, falling directly into Oswald’s hands.
This thing was large – very large. Way too large for him to logically wield, yet there he was – holding it up like it was nothing, twirling the large tool about as if it were his personal club. “Hey! Don’t underestimate me, lady. I may not look the part and – uh – I’ll be completely honest I’ve had zero practice but I can still defend myself pretty well. Still, I guess you could probably offer up a decent match, so I’m not gonna brag. I know how to use this thing real well! It’s also really good for making sure my trolley doesn’t fall into a million pieces, but it’s been slacking on that particular aspect lately.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 11:07:19 GMT -5
There was no such thing as an honest face. Deception was always key and the thief knew that extremely well. Everyone assumed by her expressions that she was a typical thief that would steal the shirt off your back if you turned it. Vani was quite the opposite. She was probably one of the most honest and loyal people you would ever come across in the kingdom. Though, with the existence of the other realms, she was sure there were people more honest than her. But, none more loyal. He comrades were always her greatest priority, even at the cost of herself.
The mouse's actions were quite odd the way he pulled on his ears as he did. He probably stretched them out from all that yanking. Especially if his skin stretched that easily to begin with. What was he made of? The the compliment of her name was nice. Even if that was not the full name. It was far too much of a mouthful. So, she handed out the name Vani. Saraswati Sauber Kaileena LeRouge just did not roll off the tongue quite as well. It was simply less frustration this way.
That's when her statement about him being a mouse sunk in and she was quickly corrected. The woman blinked a few times at his actions. If she wasn't mistaken, she was sure that she saw smoke come out of his ears with the way he responded. It was quite obvious he was not happy. The foot tapping, the arm folding. Even the huff told her everything before he replied and half explained. "A rabbit.... I can see that..." She tilted her head again to look the creature over before he commented about being better than 'that mouse'. "There's a mouse too? Next you will tell me there's other animals that can speak as well...." She seemed unsure that she believed him. But, where there was one talking animal....
Though, his anger faded quick as he changed the subject, not saying anything with the step he'd taken earlier. She seemed un-amused with his statement about it being a battle ground. That was probably the most obvious thing about the location. Then he mentioned the name of the weapons in the ground and the name over the place. Rather fitting name if she was to be quite frank. "A keyblade.... such an inconvenient design though..." She pointed out the obvious, turning her eyes away from the mous- .... rabbit for a fraction of a second. Long enough for him to pull out a remote from a pocket.
How did he manage to hide that in his skin tight pockets!? It was unreal. What came next was even stranger and actually caused Vani to take more than a few steps back, weapon gripped tighter in her hands as she watched. Then, as if by magic, the device made an oddly shaped metallic wrench. It was far too big for him, yet he seemed to carry it well. He was stronger than he seemed. That made her feel a bit more distrustful. Obviously with that sort of magic, he wasn't completely unarmed as he claimed to have been. He spoke again, and she just listened. She had no idea what he was talking about, nor what a 'trolley' was.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 10:22:53 GMT -5
You'll be lucky too! Why would Oswald ever deceive? Well, okay, he would , but this didn’t seem like the sort of girl to like a good old prank or a fun little jape. If anything, she wasn’t in much of a good mood to begin with. Now, difficult people like these? They had to be handled gently. Unfortunately, Oswald and gently don’t really go together in the same sentence. And this was the reson why. Ignoring the obvious question about the mouse – I mean, if this weirdo never heard of him, she likely never heard of King Mickey – there was a break in the rabbit’s calm the moment Vani went back for her weapon. Jeeze! All he’d done was use technology to summon forth his mighty nut-turner! Not like he was going to attack with the funky little thing. By little ,of course, I mean oddly oversized. It was clear that despite it all – this was a weapon. One that wouldn’t be very fun to get struck with. Blunt force trauma had a habit of being an effective deterrent for evil entities. “Hey! You know, one thing I’ve learned in my career, toots, it’s that anything can be a weapon. Even something like this.” He showed off his wrench with a little twirl, the metal gleaming in the high noon light that shone throughout the world. He couldn’t help but show it off – if she was going to be so tense, he had to at least make it so he’d appear to be able to defend himself. That silence said everything! She must’ve been from one heck of a backwater world! They probably didn’t have electricity or indoor plumbing or the funny papers. “So, keyblade? Hey, I’d knock a slugger out with a popsickle stick if I had to! Mind you, I’d rather just get with the fisticuffs – that’s a proper gentleman’s knock-out.” He swung a fist through the air, demonstrating – at most - very average levels of speed, bouncing up a little as he did so. Still, despite his idle musing, he found himself still at the forefront of some rather nasty looks. At this point, he was starting to look a little frustrated. His good nature lead him to understand why she’d be so distrusting…but he really hated it when someone was this difficult. Eyes narrowing, he aimed to meet hers as he assured her. “Look, Miss Vani, ma’am, I’m not gonna harm an innocent lady! I’m not some battle-crazy shmuck out to get a kick outta beating folks up, I’m just a mechanic who decided to stop at a crazy location. You’re lookin’ pretty antsy! Anything I can do to ease that pretty little head of yours – you tell your pal Oswald and I’ll get right on it.” Almost as if there were no hard feelings despite the obvious trepidation, he raised his chin and gave her a fine and hearty nod, eyes shut and seemingly without any guard … not that she’d likely care, of course! This definitely wasn’t a bad sign. At all. Never.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 14:02:28 GMT -5
Vani watched the rabbit inquisitively as he went through a series of emotions. One after another. It was as if she had broken him for a moment. All she could really do was watch him and keep her guard up. Honestly, she had no idea what he could do. He had summoned a wrench from out of nowhere. An odd wrench, but one none the less. The rabbit was so unrealistic he was almost like a child's artwork. But the last thing she wanted to do was upset the poor things more. She almost felt bad for seeming to hurt his feelings earlier for confusing him with a long eared mouse. But, she was not going to start trusting him. There was no reason for her to do that. Trust was to be earned. It was not something to be given blindly.
But, Vani did not say a word. She simply watched and worked on reading his body language to determine what to do or say. Right now, it seemed safe to let him go off on his little rant about whatever it was that he was frustrated about. She kept the grip on her weapon that she had not put away yet, just in case he decided to swing the tool at her. That, or managed to throw it at her. He truly had more strength that he let on. That, or the item in his hand did not weigh all that much to begin with.
The names he called her and the words he used were really odd. What was a popsickle? Though, she supposed he made a point about the keyblades. If someone had enough brute strength, they could hit the person with it. She just felt far more comfortable with a blade or something with a sharp edge. She was not one for weapons like hammers or clubs. It was far too barbaric. But they had to be effected weapons if so many people were killed here, right? It only made sense.
The red head simply watched him as he practically begged for any way to calm her nerves. She really wasn't all that worked up. She was completely calm and collected. She just did not trust others as well as she would Warrior and Red Mage. They were two of the few constants she had in her life. When you only remember so much of your life and nothing before the moment you appeared on a world hold a crystal and are suddenly destined to save the world, you develop trust issues. It also did not help that she was rather quiet when she wasn't drinking with Rojo. But, if he was so interested in knowing, then she'd tell him. Honestly. "No. There is not. Trust is earned, not given. To be frank, I do not know you. My task is to find my other comrades and make sure that our world is not in anymore danger."
He had asked and she was honest. But now she was quiet as she waited for his reaction. Though, she carefully slide and sheathed her weapon this time. She would have enough time to react if necessary.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 16:32:41 GMT -5
You'll be lucky too! Perhaps it was true that Oswald liked to hear the sound of his own voice! Perhaps it true that Oswald was a little bit full of himself! But in truth…well, no , that was the truth. That much was clear, especially by the way he seemed ever so sure by what he was divulging to the strange woman he’d just met. By all means, he probably should’ve been more cautious as she seemed like one of those overtly serious people! You know ,the ones that had a high amount of self-importance and probably weren’t too nice to have a pow-wow with at a proper party. But, hey, if she was gonna play the stoic…that certainly meant he had the opportunity to completely contrast that.
For the moment, she could rest in the knowledge that she lectured Oswald, leaving him looking rather surprised by her words and considering what he was going to say next quite carefully. For the moment, he found himself tapping his index finger against his temple, trying to contemplate what the proper approach was. He was trying, dang it! It was just so hard with these new fashioned straight-haired fighter-people with sharp swords! He was far too used to people who got along with eachother relatively quickly, he’d almost forgotten that not every world was relatively free of conflict. Sometimes , having to battle does chip away at your trust. He didn’t know that first hand – but he’d just seen it happen before.
“Well…” Oswald began, shouldering his wrench and offering his hand to her, still smiling broadly.
“Guess I’ll just have to step up to the challenge and earn your trust n’ stuff! Sounds like fun!” With that, he practically zipped up one of the nearby keyblades, using one ear like a flowing hear-y tendril to wrap around the key’s loop before setting himself atop of it, standing on his tippy-toes as he would start to peer around. Wriggling his fingers, he ran them along his ears until he elongated them enough to create makeshift radars, even arching them at the top and swiveling them left and right, seemingly trying to look for something.
“Oh, yeah! I should probably ask what your pals look like! I’ve sorta decided that the best way to make you feel a little bit better’s to help find your buddies. Besides, trust or not, a gentleman should always help somebody in need out.” Swaying his hips form side to side, the rabbit seemed to be on the lookout, seemingly searching for anyone with the given description…or if she didn’t give any – just anyone else that happened to be wandering those weird wastes.
“I mean, I don’t think they’ll be that hard to find. This graveyard’s pretty empty other than his big mound here. What’s up with your world? Heartless attack? Seven plagues? Terrible sequels?”
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✉ notes: New Template both were silent. there were ways for kicking and screaming. The rabbit was truly a site to see. It was quite certainly the oddest thing she had ever seen in her entire life. Vani did not know what to make of it. It shifted emotions so smoothly and acted much differently than anyone else she had ever encounter. The way he moved and spoke. His dialect was also very queer to her ear. The words he used were outside her vast knowledge of words and she was not sure she wanted to really know what some of them meant. His technology had to be much greater than her home world. Even the magic the rabbit used was odd. Vani just did not know what she was supposed to do with the rabbit. Was it going to stalk her about now? Or would she be free to step around him and continue on her current mission. They had to find Red Mage and their other missing comrade. That was all that should be on her mind.
The rabbit did seem to have listened and was pondering what she had said. It would give her a moment to try her best to move around the rabbit and continue on her way through the 'Keyblade Graveyard'. All she needed to do was accomplish her mission and go home. Not that she really had anything to go back to. She always felt out of place everywhere she went. Like she never really belonged anywhere. She had no home or family. The only place she ever felt content was with the other Warriors. Their mission to face Garland and restore the crystals felt like the right thing to do. But now, she did not know what her purpose should truly be. Maybe this whole travelling was the next part of her journey. Maybe they were meant to save these worlds too? It would need to be a discussion to have with Zest.
As Vani began to take a few steps to move around the rabbit, he spoke. He plopped the tool back onto his shoulder as he admitted that it would be fun to earn her trust and become a friend. How was that supposed to be fun? It seemed he found it similar to an adventure and a mission. Why would he find that so fascinating? She certainly did not.
He then zipped off toward the keyblade field again and flipped himself back up in a rather odd way to show off his movements. Or, that's what it seemed like to Vani. Personally, she did not like to show all her skills like that. She wanted there to be some surprise. She wanted to be underestimated. It made battle easier. Oswald glanced around a bit before his intentions became clear with his next sentence or so.
He wanted to help her find her friends.
So, she decided to indulge him. What was the harm. She knew that Rojo and Zest could handle themselves. "One is a bit hard to describe. Zest is a warrior. He has blue armor with a yellow cape. His helmet has horns on it. Rojo is a red mage. He has a red cloak with a red hat with a white feather...." She described as she watched Oswald closely. She really did not know what to make of him. That's when he inquired about her world. "I do not believe they will be here alone. But it worth a look... and it was the corruption of our crystals and Garland's interference... I've only just recently learned of heartless as they attacked my caravan on my way to Cornelia...And yourself?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2018 8:28:10 GMT -5
You'll be lucky too! It wasn’t Vani’s fault. If anything, it was hard to keep up with a being like Oswald – and most people who’d visited anywhere Timeless would’ve gotten an earful of it! Oswald could NEVER get himself out of the old days. His contemporaries changed their personalities, their way of speaking – advanced with the times…him? He operated on old logics, he operated on old personas. If Oswald was anything, it was timeless! Though, admittedly, he was trying to get with the times a LITTLE bit – no fun in being too far behind the rest, huh? Still, this Vani person was a real kicker. By that, I mean she looks like someone that could kick him in the face if he wasn’t nice. Yowch. He’d had to be on the receiving end of her wrath. But , hey, he offered to help – this was an adventure to indulge in and she was a potential friend! Nothing wrong with putting on a big smile and letting this all play out as it should! With interference, of course.
“Uh-huh…you guys REALLY are a colourful buncha characters, arentcha? Real – uh – colour coded…nothing wrong with that! Great for battles, I bet it makes you real easy to distinguish.” He winked to her, his ears twitching again as he attempted to hear them out. Admittedly, the sound of wind scraping across countless blade loops didn’t help. Yeesh, who designed these things? They were horrible to listen to! “Garland?” He seemed to speak with a rather confused tone, however it didn’t mask the realization in his voice, speaking earnestly. “I heard that guy was bad news, big…big bad news. Either way, I think I hear someone over…” He stopped to hop upwards in realization, catching himself on one ear as the other seemed to shift and form what looks like a pointing finger as he looked right at her. “Over there!”
He slid off, landing upon his feet as he hopped backwards, attempting to lead her along as he mused. “You guys sound like fun, though, a buncha real groovy adventurers! Me? I’m from…far away! But, I kinda live in Disney Town. First time I came across Heartless? Probably when I started moving between worlds! That and – uh – when they started causing trouble ‘round where I came from. The rest’s history…mostly the King’s History, buuuut – hey, who cares about good ol’ Oswald? He’s just the guy who watched stuff happen.” He murmured, still hopping backwards and oddly avoiding any keyblades. “Not like I made my own gummi ship and skeedaddled before those morons could perfect the designs. It’s – uh – kinda like a thing that lets you move between worlds.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2018 10:15:42 GMT -5
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✉ notes: i hope you like this template!╾ mizo both were silent. there were ways for kicking and screaming. Vani was not one to really open up to anyone. Zest, Rojo, and Alwyn were really her only friends. Her closest confidant. It was a bit uncomfortable speaking to a rather strange rabbit about her comrades. But, if he could truly assist her, then maybe she should lighten up and accept the help. She certainly could not find the group on her own. She had not described her youngest ally as he was hard to describe. He had the same white hair as Zest, but he wore a black cloak and a black hat. Plus, the boy was strong enough to care for himself. She worried more about Rojo's well-being than anyone else. The man spoke a big game and had no problem getting himself in the dangerous predicaments and then not having the power to back it up. That was her concern. She did not want to see the man harmed. Alwyn could keep a lower profile and stay safe, most days. Zest became discouraged occasionally. He sometimes needed the extra attention. He would worry having lost her through the portal.
Her mind was brought back as the rabbit spoke once more. A faint flash of amused painted itself across her face, normally void of emotion. That was a good way to put it she supposed. Zest certainly stood out as did Rojo. Thankfully her cloak normally helped her blend in a bit better. But, her scarlet hair made it difficult without her hood hiding it. The rabbit commented about Garland and her eyes shot over to the creature. The worry sprawling itself across her expression. He knew of Garland? "Wait... you know of Garland? Is he alive?" That would be horrible. Her world might be in danger again. That could not stand.
He changed the subject quickly to point in a direction and slid off the keyblade and moved to lead her, the subject had been changed to him before she interjected. He explained about a "Disney Town" and that he too had come across the heartless. That was truly surprising. So, they had infected many worlds it seemed. That was a shame to hear. They couldn't possibly save all the worlds out there. The creature half ranted about the king getting credit again and talking down about himself. The woman moved to pat his head a bit reassuringly. She did not really wanted to bend to pat his shoulder and she didn't see it as offensive. She was attempting to be polite and more open for the being.
He explained about a 'gummi ship' and that it could allow you to move between worlds. "There's a way to move willingly between the worlds? I thought it was random..." She half asked as the continued in the direction that Oswald heard something.
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