Video Game: Kingdom Hearts SOS: The Road To Light

What seemed to be endless of fighting had now, well, finally ended. Her heart wanted to sigh in relief but her mind still wasn't convinced that this was all over. Not by a long shot. Yes they were killed and all but in a place like this? Something or someone obviously had to have brought them here. Which leads to question...couldn't more be summoned? Rain asked herself this in deep thought. Her eyes then slowly followed with everyone else who a few were starring off into the horizon and others walking through what seemed to be like a mirror. From what she understood from overhearing conversations is that the mirror was suppose to teleport them all to some unknown place where it might be safe. She didn't understand why until she caught the glimpse of the army of behemoths on her left. "Is this REALLY happening? I mean the odds of THIS is really...unreal...like really?" Rain switched glances from the mirror to the heartless to decide what to do. "Well like before it would be suicide to stay and fight unless everyone gets together again but...most are abandoning ship already so, magical mirror of the unknown it is then"

After waiting for some to pass through, she hesitated a bit but managed to put all thoughts aside for a moment and walked in. "Please let there be a softer landing than before"

 

Cat sighed, seeing that the battle was finally over. She was tired, but she knew that other people were in much worse shape. She willed her Keyblade to disappear and looked around at the aftermath of the battle. Several people were unconscious, a few were injured and then there was Beuce. This guy who'd been so set on taking down the Elemental Guardians just before the fight had lost his right arm. She couldn't help but stare at the wound, oozing blood, and she could feel the bile start rising in her throat. She swallowed it back and noticed the ground start to tremble. There were more Behemoths charging toward them all. She could feel her limbs ache and her breathing was heavy, but she knew she'd had it easy. She looked to Beuce to see if she could help him out when she noticed him trying to carry Karina towards the mirror that had finally been repaired. The sight of it almost made her chuckle. Maybe he'd be alright after all.

She looked around to see if anyone else needed help but saw that most everyone who could still move was dragging the badly injured out to the mirror. It was all so much to take in, but given that what looked like 100 Behemoths were on their way she couldn't really afford to question it. She ran as fast as her legs would go and hopped through the mirror. She didn't even bother to think about where it led, because any place had to be better than this. Hell, maybe they'd run into a miracle worker. Maybe everyone would turn out to be okay...

She fought back the tears that threatened to overtake her.

 

The person to make his way to the other side of the mirror was Kel. Luna still had showed no signs of waking, just how hard did Karina throw her? Better question was did she even though the chain of events that she caused. Seeing as how Karina was currently being healed by Beuce, it was likely that she hadn't given it any thought, which seeing as how she was unconscious, would be weird of Luna was the first thing that was on her mind while she was out cold. Given the condition that his back was still in it would be good for him to try and get some rest. So first he placed Luna on the wall where Beuce had placed Karina down, but he made sure to stand between Karina and Luna so that she wouldn't be tempted to throw her anywhere else.

"So what are you going to do about your missing arm?" He asked Beuce. Sure getting stabbed in the back was painful and would be an inconvenience when a sudden sharp pain surged through his back, but losing your arm was a different matter. Especially if it was your dominate one. "It'll probably take one hell of a spell to re grow it."

 

The battle of one thousand heartless was finally over. After having fended off the behemoth, the other keyblade wielders had flocked to the south side to aid the group involved with defending that section. Like a pair of wolves they swooped in and decimated whatever heartless was left crawling. The sheer power and ferocity was amazing, that D'daear himself couldn't help but gawk a bit while in the moment. After great use of teamwork, the group got rid of the Behemoth's that were left, and thus putting an end to this nonsense. Sweet memories loosened in his grip as muscles relaxed, tension having been lifted from him thanks to these amazing allies. He fell to his knees and let out a large sigh of relief, allowing the wave of emotion to overcome him. Heart laxed, as all anxiety, and all fear quickly found its way out of the boy's system. Beads of sweat rolled down his cheek. Blue eyes scanned the surroundings, to find everyone had made it alive; although scathed. Some had been knocked out cold, while others were not so lucky. He noticed the man who had led the defense; Beuce, standing nearby with Karina' s limp body. An arm was missing. Eyelids widened themselves at the gory sight, which for some reason seemed to draw out bad memories from Beast's Castle. Beast injury, and Gaston's death. Those were things he really wished he had not bared witnessed to. Now, this was just one more to add to that bucket. Once more his heart was filled with ambivalence. He was sad for Beuce's lost limb, and at the same time angered that an ally had been injured so severely because of the darkness....because of Aux and his cohorts....because of their stupid schemes. He uttered a complaint under a loose breath out of frustration, not audible to anyone. And yet, between both negative emotions, the boy's mind seemed to have found respect for the man. Here he was without an arm, and yet he still fought on, and now he was charging himself with caring for an unconscious Karina. Although he seemed to hold his own, D'daear knew better than to just think Beuce was alright. Even the toughest of warrior's need help...they just stay silent as they shoulder the worlds burdens. Another wounded Soldier that caught his attention was Kel, although that keyblade wielder's injury wasn't as dramatic as Beuce's. All in all, what everyone had in common was exhaustion. Thankfully, everyone had the same thought with what came next.

D'daear turned his head to see a mass herd of Behemoth's making their way to them. In an exodus, one by one, everyone headed toward's the portal all fully aware of the arriving horde that caused the floor to tremor.

It was odd. He was among the many who had wanted to flee before this all began. And now here he stood, feeling indignant about the approaching herd, a part of him wanting to fight for this haven, although he knew better. Mandible tensed at just how...unfair everything seemed to him. A place called haven, now being overrun by creatures of darkness. Not really a haven if the bad guys can easily break in. Keyblade sheathed itself in a flash of light, disappearing out of sight. Being among the many who had gotten off easy in terms of injury, he took it upon himself to want to aid someone in need, although most were already through, if not, close to the mirror that provided their exit. So as he too approached the mirror, he stopped just a yard away to look back to check if anything was missing or if anyone had been left behind. Once he knew for certain there was nothing left, he let blue eyes lock on to the herd of colossal heartless. Fists curled tightly as he gave them all a glare. Although the fact that Aux was not working alone was there, he couldn't help but find great distaste for the man. Someone who threw away friendship for the sake of power... D'daear remembered the way Hikaru had tried his best to save Aux. He remembered the way Aux deceived Hikaru inside the castle, giving the keyblade wielder false hope with extension of a hand. The way he harmed him, twice both physically as well as morally. Lifting a hand, he opened it up and imagined the wooden figurine Hikaru had given Aux in the palm of his hand. It looked so well made, with all that time and effort, and now...it was charred and ruined. Goodness knows what Hikaru did with that toy. THAT was a symbol of those two's friendship... and he just tossed it aside like nothing, adding a physical beat down to boot. Why? Why would he do ALL that just for power? What could he have possibly have experienced that led him down that path? D'daear's teeth gritted as brows furrowed at the lack of understanding. He just couldn't make sense of it. He curled the opened hand once more, letting that sensation gather itself in his hand.

The tremors were getting closer.

Nothing just seemed the way he thought it might have gone. Everything was out of place, in a chaos of lies, to which had already brought frustration to D'daear beforehand. All of this? It was just the cherry on top of a cake made of BS. Looking back to the approaching horde, lips shook as the boy could feel the culmination of frustrations just wanting to break through the dam of is mouth. Fists curled as the final symptom. With face crunching into a shut eyed irritated expression, he unleashed everything he had felt since the dark rainy day at the castle.

He screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" His loud roar echoed throughout the library, and perhaps the entire building as he shared what he thought about all this. This was also his good bye to the overrun haven that had given him a small sense of security, and alone time that he much needed when their business had ended at Beast's castle. He put so much effort into it that his entire body shook. The last of what he thought soon escaped him, leaving D'daear with oxygen deprived lungs, red face, and feeling better. Knowing he'd out walk the behemoth's, he slowly made his way to and through the mirror as the last one, panting heavily.

Upon reaching the other side, he didn't even bother looking around. He dug a hand into the lower pockets, and took out a mega potion. With eyes averted to the floor in mellow mood whilst still panting for breath, he asked, "Does anyone want to pass this around? I would...but...I'm no medic..."

 

Disney Town

Cailyn smiled. "You got it Max!" Finally. She stood up happily, feeling free now. "Let's do this Roe!" She called out to her. Her Keyblade appeared into her hand. It was ready to get down to business. She was FINALLY able to do something. She was able to take out 4 of the guards, with one left still standing. She was running out of breath already. "Please don't fail me now." She muttered to herself, as if she were talking to her lungs. She took another deep breath, before getting back onto her feet.



-15 BP.
3 Guards taken out.
Another Guard will only 1 BP remaining.

 

As Stratos continued to hobble out of the mirror dimension portal thing, he quickly lost his balance and fell. Well, there went all of his strength. Turning himself over onto his back, he pushed himself slowly across the ground. He eventually managed to rest his back against a nearby wall, and slowly drifted in an out of consciousness. After lokoing up, he had a grin come across his face as he had realized something. This was the first time that they had been actually been able to rest, with no massive threat within walking distance of them. While Stratos would have enjoyed to sleep, or really do anything other than stand, it wasn't as if they were out of the frying pan just yet. The ultimate threat of the darkness that had attacked them still existed, it was still out there and able to stop them. It would be even harder now, what with The Order and their main base of operations having been completely destroyed as well.

He looked to the rest of the group and saw them all sort of talking to each other, the main thing to focus on being the fact that Beuce had lost an arm. Man, he was going to need a better cure spell and magic stat if he was ever going to try and help him get over that. Then there was Karina, who he couldn't help but give a sigh to at her demeanor. He thought that she was at least a little beyond her super tough act, but seeing as her saying she was fine which was quite the contrary, seemed to state otherwise. Ah well, old habits. Though, there was a bit of an issue that he had right now, that he was wondering if anyone would be able to answer. "So," he addressed the group, "anyone know where we are?"

 

Blue waves hugged white sand. Soft music whistled wistfully from a panflute that brushed against rich, red lips. A raven mane framed a gentle, heart-shaped face that owned those lips and those thin, frail fingers that danced across the narrow tubes of the wooden instrument she played. Her feet sunk into the sand, though her tiny form scarcely weighed more than a hundred pounds; a hundred pounds that was quickly lifted up into the air and held above the head of a larger man. She screeched, dropping her panflute, but she screeched in delight. She squealed with delight as she kicked her feet in the air. Her tiny frame was cloaked in a black and white sundress that flitted about as bold hands held her at the waist and held her parallel to the sea as the man stomped into the shallows with his large, hairy feet and wet, sloppy splashes of sea water against his ankles.

“COLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIN!” Patricia screamed in half parts ownership to reprimanding and begging for mercy. “Collin? COLLIN!” She tried to scold with trepidation, but found her position to goofy too be taken seriously. “Fine, fine.” She giggled in a fit of joy. “Put me down. Oh. Oh wait no, don't do that.” The realization she was soaring, open-winged only six feet above the sea sunk in. “Collin, I hope you know you're crazy.” She guffawed.

Bright hazel eyes under brown bangs lit up with impish pride. “Would you have married me without the brilliant quality it is?” His voice had a deep, knowledgeable lilt to it. Large set and muscular, Collin Noble's lightly tanned skin had browned from the days spent at the beach over the past week with his newly built family. A young couple, Collin and Patricia had met at the Primavera Opera House three years prior and instantly fallen in love with each other while performing together for the first time. They hadn't done much acting in the past year, since Collin became the Primavera's company manager and Patricia had been occupied with carrying the weight of something far more carefully attended to for the past two years.

“I would have married you if you were crazy or completely, plain-old sane; it's your mind that drew me in, love. Though lucky me: I got one of the crazy ones.” She stared back into his eyes and he dropped her back to a vertical alignment, but she wrapped her short legs around his torso to keep from getting her feet wet in the ocean that covered Collin's black swimming trunks. Their noses scrunched and brushed against each other as lips exchanged embraces. “Lucky me.” Patricia said with every amount of honesty in her golden heart.

Across the white sands behind them, tinier feet than Patricia's stumbled across the sand as tiny hands grabbed hold of the discarded panflute. The face of a chubby, black-haired toddler with cherub cheeks and a bowl cut beamed as he blissfully danced about with the panflute in his chunky fingers, despite the fact he had no clue what dancing or panflutes were entirely. Young Sebastian just giggled in the sun on the private beach owned by the Noble estate. He was dressed in an embarrassingly campy sailor suit costume, because of course he was; his mother had dressed the two year old. Sebastian just danced about on the sand and laughed because mommy was laughing. Oh wait. Mommy was far away. Tiny Sebastian didn't like that, as he figured out within just moments of finding the wonderful panflute that made him elated. He cried. Loud. He rubbed his eyes, plopped his diapered tush onto the sand, and cried.

This recent turn of events and change in ambiance took Collin and Patricia aback for only a moment, before Patricia gave Collin a knowing glance. Obediently and wordlessly, her husbandly steed gave her a brief lift back to land. When they arrived at the feet of the toddler, each parent took their index fingers and thumbs to grab hold of exposed, wriggling baby toes; one foot to one parent. They made goofy noises while Patricia retrieved her panflute and Collin blew directly onto the young lad's stomach to produce a gaseous noise that was just close enough to the real thing that it made little Sebastian forget his woes and he instead shrieked with sheer joy.

“What were you doing with my panflute?” If Patricia was attempting to interrogate the boy, then she was doing an incredibly terrible job. Her voice had gone three octaves higher and she was tickling his feet. This would only be effective torture if the point was to get Sebastian to laugh even more, uncontrollably, because she succeeded in that point. “What were you doing with my panflute, you silly boy?” Her blue-green eyes sparkled in front of Sebastian's hazel ones, and his mother's smile blocking away the sun was the last sight Base saw before awaking in the middle of a familiar space.

There, fining himself tucked away in the sheets of his old bed, in his old room, Base was far too wrapped up in a single thought to realize he'd suddenly found himself somewhere he had no recollection of falling asleep last. He was in the Mysterious Tower for sure; it was the room where he'd stayed while training under Yen Sid and learned to grasp his magical abilities before really setting out on his journey. No. He could only think about blue-green eyes staring back at him and his father's laugh. Hugging the sheets close to his chest... Base missed his parents as the feeling sunk in once again that they were possibly gone forever with the rest of Theate. He felt beyond alone; he felt infinitesimally isolated and solitary as though he were the last of a dying race. He supposed he was. That didn't make the pain in his chest and head go away. He could only reflect on where he'd gone since he left where he came from. He'd gone from impossibly lanky to healthily filled-out, he'd met many fantastic people, and he'd gone to even more dazzling places. Then... why did he still feel so empty?

In his reflection, that was when he heard a scream come from outside his door. It sounded far away, but it was within the tower. Carefully, Base stepped from out of his bed, dressed in a blue shirt with a Treble Clef sigil on the front, black skinny jeans, and black sneakers, and ventured out into the hallway. Whatever the scream was, it sounded familiar and it pained to hear it. A moment's time and a quick realization brought Base to light that the scream he'd heard was D'daear. Somewhere, his friends and his protege were in some sort of grievous danger, and Base had no memory of what last happened to him or how he'd gotten there at all. Base took off running down the hallway as fast as his feet could carry him.

OOC:
15/45 Experienced Writer
2/25 Veteran Writer
1/5 Taciturn Observer

 

Kross was so relieved that the battle was over, it had been a cruel and grueling battle but he managed to make it unscathed, then came the good news of the portal working again! He grinned and stepped to the mirror but felt a tremor under his feet. He looked behind him and his eyes widened with horror. More behemoths than before were charging straight towards them. A huge part of him told him to run, and he followed that advice. He felt someone take his hand and he went to Ananta, blinking a bit at her words ."Together now."He replied, a smile on his face before he stepped through. He immediately had the sensation of flying, or falling with style, whatever worked. He felt a bit queasy but he held Ananta's hand until his feet hit solid ground. His eyes opened and he looked around, his eyes widened, the eternal night sky, the tower with a moon steeple, he knew where they were, they were in good hands."Oh yeah, I know where we are." He answered Stratos."Guys, I know you've met the amazing Master Eraqus, but I think it's time you met MY master."He said, his grin widening as he bolted to the door."Last one to the top is a rotten egg!" He challenged the group playfully, prying the door open and slipping inside.

 

Kaida followed Max down the alleyways, watching all the guards manage to not see them. She did not think she was being particularly sneaky, nor was Max. However, they still did not see them. She rolled her eyes and just assumed they were terrible at their jobs on a normal day. Kaida listened to Max talk about his resistance team, and how it had two keyblade wielders in it. She was a little bit surprised, considering she thought she had seen enough keyblade wielders staggered around, but she was not going to assume this time that they were bad. Especially since she did not view Max as a bad kid, he seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. But now she was curious as to who these two wielders were. She then wondered, maybe they were other Order members... but that did not seem right. Perhaps they were a part of the group Hikaru was with, but she could not be sure until she saw them.

All was well and good until their path was intercepted by Pete. This clearly did not make Pete happy, but Kaida felt the same way anyway. It did not help that Max was not only being extremely cocky, but there were at least 50 guards now surrounding them. Kaida summoned her keyblade ready to fight, when suddenly two keyblade wielders came rushing out and attacking the guards. Now, she would not have been surprised in a normal situation (especially considering Max had just told her there were two keyblade wielders) but since she was not expecting them to appear so fast, she was thrown off. She watched the two slash and defeat about three guards each, and managed to hit two others and leave them severely staggered. Kaida looked back and forth between the two guards before she charged at the two and hit one, knocking them out, and hit the other, knocking them out as well. Sure it made her seem like a cheap shot for taking their enemies on and defeating them, but at least it knocked the number down.

Kaida ran at another guard, who was shaking their weapon in nervousness anyway, but since they didn't leave she knocked it upside the head and watched it fly back. She watched two weasels come at her soon after and she blocked one of the attacks, but took another. She then rolled away for a moment and analyzed the situation and threw her keyblade at one of them. As she threw they keyblade at one, she rolled to dodge and watched her keyblade continue flying after it knocked out one of the guards, and she ran to grab the keyblade from the ground. She picked it up just in time to throw her keyblade upward and knock out another guard.

Kaida looked over at the guards and then at Pete who saw him notice her and backed away to try and get out of there. She let out a small growl and ran at him as fast as she could shouting at the top of her lungs, "OH NO YOU DON'T YOU COWARD." and she launched Pete up in the air. He let out a howl and she smirked slightly as she jumped up at him and slashed at him with her keyblade. He fell to the ground immediately after letting out a howl and backing out behind the guards going, "D-don't just stand there you lazy oafs! Get them!" and they set their sights at the four and ran after them. Kaida let out a whistle and whispered, "Getting other people to do your work... not my idea of fun."

ooc:
BP Used: 19
Total Words: 610 = 30 EXP

Spoiler: enemies taken out

5 guards [both of the guards with 1 bp left]
39/50 Guards left

195/200 BP left for Pete

 

Holy crud they did it, they actually did it. There was a big smile on the female's face but it soon turned into a terrified expression as she saw the horde coming up them in the distance. Turning, she followed the other's to the portal that would lead them some where safer. She waited for the others to get in, being the last of the keybladers to escape into the mirror. And just in time too. The walls and floors began to tremor from the rampage heading their way. Diving in, Anora made it just in time before the portal closed. It was a warm and safe, she knew everything would be alright. Landing to the ground she looked around almost recognized the place from one of her dad's books. She knew it well actually, Master Yen Sid, the wizard she admired and grew up to idol as a future mage herself. She had only seen him a few times in person, but heard so many wondrous things about him from her father who knew and trained with the master himself! "I'll beat you there Kross." She laughed and hurried behind him. excited.

 

Roe saw Kaida's bit with the guards and Pete and just gave her a smirk, "Maybe you don't even need us; you seem to have everything covered with those flashy moves you got." She said jokingly. Roe then heard something approach from behind and flung herself around, slamming her Keyblade into another guard and defeating it. She then saw another guard come at her and she hit it as well and defeated it too, "Man, these guys aren't really much of a challenge. This is getting boooring." Roe then looked over at Pete then raised an eye brow, "Oh that's right. Pete is a thing..." Roe then flashed a cocky smile over at the obese animal and ran over with Kaida, swinging her Keyblade at Pete soon after, "Cailyn, you've got the rest of the Guards right?" Roe asked as she looked back at the girl.

OOC:
BP Used: 15

40/50 Guards [2 BP to finish off the injured]

182/200: Pete [13 BP]

 

"Master Yen Sid?" The name brought Cat out of her funk, if only a bit. She recognized the name from the letter that she'd first received back home. Yen Sid was the one who'd sent out a call for help across all the worlds. For the first time since they'd all arrived she looked up at the tower before them, its crooked structure looming over them. She then looked back to Beuce. A few people seemed to be handing him potions, but he was more concerned with Karina's safety than his own. She could hear some light bickering and even a few offers to help, but she couldn't stand to see him sitting there anymore. Staying away wouldn't make it any easier on anyone.

"Hey," she approached him. Her eyes drifted to the wound, and though it didn't seem to be bleeding nearly as much as it had when they'd first arrived it still worried her. "We should probably go up and see the Master. I'm sure he can patch everyone up." She took a step toward Beuce. "You're not gonna take down any elemental guardians just by sitting there." She smiled. Her voice was shaky, but she was determined to seem more calm than she actually was. "If you need a hand every now and then, you just have to ask."

 

Once Ananta crossed to the other side with Kross, she expected to wait for everyone else. Instead, Kross got excited and talked about his master. "Who's your Master?" Ananta began to ask, still holding Kross' hand tight as he ran into the tower. She hadn't really thought bout the fact she was still holding his hand. She was more focused to try and learn what Kross was getting so excited for. "Kross, slow down! This isn't a race!" she said, huffing and panting, trying to catch her breath as they climbed the tower. There were a lot of stairs in this tower. So many stairs. Ananta's legs burned from the previous strenuous activity and all she could do was try and fight through the pain as they ran. "Please Kross, stop, I'm hurting..." she begged, feeling the scar on her arm act up. It was like the adrenaline from the battle had kept her mind off the pain of the scar, but now that they were able to rest a little more easy, her body wasn't pumping her with adrenaline any longer. Now, that battle and it's tiredness was catching up on Ananta and she really wanted to just stop and rest for a little bit.

 

As Stratos was resting outside the area, Kross informed them that this was Yen Sid's fine abode. Yen Sid was a name he felt like he hadn't heard in months...even though it was probably a few days at best really. As he continued to catch his breath there were a few people who were already getting up and ready to leave. He then looked over to see that everyone was crowding around Beuce, probably because he lost an arm an all. Granted, Stratos was a bit confused as to why no one seemed to care about the girl who was unconscious and when she woke up was crying, but tunnel vision was a thing when it came to injuries.

It was then that Cat spoke up about how they could all probably get patched up by Yen Sid, and that they should probably get a move on. Despite the fact that he was pretty injured and exhausted, Stratos managed to stand himself up, determined to not fall apart just yet. Not when they still had another objective to go through. After Cat had made a pun towards Beuce, he walked over to the crowd and with a smile said, "but Cat, he seems to have his hand full with the amount of people already helping him out." He motioned to the rest of the people. He then started to slowly walk forward to the tower and said, "well, guess we better get going."

 

Raisor sat down and waited for everyone to figure out what they were doing next. It seemed like a decent time for them all to take a break and catch their breath, so that's just what Raisor was going to do. He fell on his back and just stared at the sky. There was something peaceful about it, which made it that much better to be lying down. He overheard Cat talking about it being Yen Sid's place, and even noticed Aden and Anora over near the doors. Raisor really just wanted to go to sleep where he was, but he supposed it was best to follow what everyone else was doing and go inside as well.

He saw some of the others helping out those that were having trouble moving, and noticed that the person who healed him earlier with Glen was walking near the steps next to Cat. Raisor got on his feet and walked over to them, and tried to get the keyblader's attention.

"So, I guess this is where we'll be staying for the time being till our next world visit, huh?" He stuck out his hand and offered to shake the person in front of him. "My name's Raisor. I don't think we've been properly introduced yet. I wanted to thank you for your help a little while ago."

 

Cat looked at Stratos, his comment managing to cheer her up a bit. "Well, it's a good thing he's got us handy." She smiled, genuinely this time, and nodded at his mention of moving ahead. She noticed that there was already a small gathering of wielders by the tower entrance and turned to see their ragtag group. Some people were up and around, while others were in pain or even unconscious. She noticed that Luna was sat up against the wall and Kel stood beside her. Luna was out cold as far as she could tell, and Kel didn't look too good himself. She moved over to him and pulled a Hi-Potion out from her pocket. "You're not looking so good. Take this." Who knew how much of a climb it'd be to reach the top. It was best if they didn't take any chances.

 

Karina's attempt to stand on her own two feet had ended with her leaning on Kel for support. That last for a few seconds before she realized that she still leaning on him and got off. While she had attempted to show that she could stand on her own two feet again, she clearly wasn't in any condition to do so.

Cat had soon approached him and handed him a hi potion, which he wasted no time drinking. Once he was finished with the healing liquid, he could no longer feel the pain in his back, though if pressure was applied to the area where the wound was, then he probably would feel something. "Thanks." He said to Cat.

After more people started show up, talk about Master Yen Sid started to circulate. Mainly they were saying how he could probably heal all of them. That definately was good to hear. Before following the others, Kel went to pick up the still KO'd Luna and place her on his back. Not the best idea for a sharp pain shoot throughout his back as a result. Kel gritted his teeth together until the pain ended. "Do you think you can walk the rest of the way yourself?" He asked Karina.