[Quest] The Greasemonkey's Playground

A lot of these places held a significant place in one's memories. Where one was born, or raised, was often associated with smell and sound. The wafting scent of fried peanuts being sold by vendors or the cold breeze that touched the senses reminding one of being on the cusp of spring. The thrumming beasts did to  bring back one to the beginning. Overlapping voices calling your name through the beats until it became distorted leaving one to remember just how lost they still were, even as an adult. Louder and louder the beats would drum as one traveled through their memories of a time they had forgotten. Now they were an adult, pushing through these every day events these dull adventures...

A dismal adventure indeed.

The Gargoyle rushed through the undulating bodies, skipping through flashing lights. With the wrench in hand ts dark body would worm through the throngs of people who had sought only to dance the night away. He seemed to have a goal, but it seemed to have spotted something and slide to a stop. It as another Gargoyle at the door. Around its neck it wore heavy chains of silver around its neck and sunglasses. It gave off the feeling of a Bouncer. When the wrench wielding miscreant stopped the sunglasses wearing Gargoyle let out a shriek and tried to grab his menacing kin. Jumping up the Emblem Heartless would spin around and crack the other across the face with it. The struck Heartless was sent flying before completely dissipating. A distorted flash rolled over the attacking Heartless, like static on a video. It raised its head, looking back at Alexander. Its eyes were the same color as his, but had he noticed that before? The Gargoyle perked up. The dancing bodies were no longer the people that Alex had first seen upon entering, but strange, silver Nobodies writhing and waving their arms as if they had not a care in the world. From their ranks crawled a number of Shadow Heartless.

The Gargoyle in question looked to the wrench, than Alex. It took off running, shoulder bashing open the back door. 

This lead out into another alley, the busy city streets on one side and the silent hollow of the empty park on the other. The Gargoyle rushed toward the park which was separated from the club by a chain link fence. The winged Emblem Heartless took flight and jumped over before running across the empty road toward the park. The park's centerpiece was a large fountain where a stone Gargoyle sat with water pouring from its mouth. Paved walkways were wholly familiar as Radiant Garden was once known for its hanging gardens and expansive water displays controlled by their advancing technology. Here Alex could find flowers and flora native to various worlds, a collection of the Garden's exploratory nature. His target was standing beside the fountain, looking up at the statue. At the bottom a plaque would sit and one it a phrase in foreign letters was written, but Alex would be able to read it if he tried. The epithet read:

The rushing water of the fountain would fill the silent park. The Emblem Heartless would pull its arm to its face, black-brimmed glasses pulling up as it appeared to cry. The Wrench in its hand seemed to glow faintly, but perhaps just a trick of the moonlight as everything seemed to maintain a haunting glow to it as if this indeed were a grave. The Heartless looked up to Alexander, its twisted, fang pointed mouth moving. While it spoke no words the man would be able to hear something between his ears.


The Heartless inhales and let out a most uproarious howl as it began to smash the fountain with the wrench which seemed to become bigger and bigger as its wings shrank and its body distorted. Tears streamed down its face as it howled in agony and raised the massive wrench over head to swing down over Alex!

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Alexander Sorel